#notyouraveragebatgirlsteph

[mccreadyx]

notyouraveragebatgirlstephsaid: i will send you one disguised as a text book and they will never know :3

that would be a great plan if we had the same region dvds haha

[loneflyingarchive]

"Isn't it past your bedtime, young lady?"

Dick was sitting in the foyer when she walked in; he sat on one the couches, icing his ribs. Contrary to what it looked like, he hadn't been waiting for her to come home. In fact, he'd just gotten in from patrol himself and was taking care of a few nasty bumps and bruises. However, seeing her head in had been too good of an opportunity to pass up and he did it with a smirk on his lips.

[xvigilante]

+8

Oops. Caught tying up a criminal and hanging him by his feet on a lampost. The vigilante frowned, placing her hands on her hips.

"What? He struck first."

[damianwaynesbatblog]

Damian walked into the cave, lingering in the shadows. The wall of computer screens reflected onto Stephanie.

This could really hurt her. It was a bad idea. Of course, he always knew that. But she wanted to know. Didn't she? He didn't know. He wasn't good at this.

"Hey, Fatgirl." He said. Dammit, this was already going poorly.

[pennyworthbutler]

notyouraveragebatgirlsteph

The hum of Alfred echoed down the mansion as he curtly carried the plate of food. Breakfast and eggs straight down to the bat cave. It was a wonder how Master Bruce kept up the pace with criminals. They never did seem to know when to give up.

He turned around a corner and almost gasped as he just missed a collision with blonde hair and a cheeky smile.

"Miss Brown. What a pleasant surprise."

[played-you-like-a-violin]

notyouraveragebatgirlsteph started following you

"Oooh, looks like I'm in trouble" the Joker teased her.

[queenofxfear]

it wasn't often that the demented doctor got away from her cluttered desk at Arkham; but today there was a court hearing today - another of Falcone's men that she had to testify was insane just so he could take the back way out (a.k.a get put in Arkham then dismissed back on the streets). She was seated on a bench outside the court house; pencil in hand as bony fingers clutched it - scrawling the paper with her signature. a shadow cast over her work; and she blinked - looking up. "Could you step over an inch or so? I'm trying to work. I'm sorry if I sound rude."

That last little bit is a mutter because truthfully - she wasn't at all sorry. But it seemed like the polite thing to say at the moment. A sickeningly sweet (fake) smile plastering across her lips; she's not sorry at all for her rude behavior and the seemingly ever present annoyed look in her eyes.