#stephbabs

[celticcatgirl2]

Alright Babs now move your mouth up to meet theirs…

[batfamquotes]

stephanie brown: It would be mean-spirited to do a victory dance right now, wouldn't it?

barbara gordon: I'll allow it as long as you keep it tasteful and under 20 seconds.

[catboybatman]

i know i already asked but babs for the character 🥺🥺

You can send as much as you want, bff privileges

What do I think of her?

Queen, pretty gay, beautiful, my superiour in every way

Ship

Koribabs, dickbabs

Platonic otp

Brubabs, dinahbabs, dickbabs, jaybabs, cassbabs (?), stephbabs

(We should get more original with the shipnames for barb, i mean, -babs? Seriously?)

Unpopulair opinion

Not unpopulair per sé but she deserves better than Dick. She would also love kori and they would be best friends, I hate the trope of putting two female characters against each other for some male love interest. Some male fantasy shit that grosses me out

What i wish was canon

God let her love women, no straight bitch is like that

[itsbxtgirl-a]

that’s my girl // stephbabs

WHO: Barbara Gordon & Stephanie Brown. Mentions of Tim Drake and Ra’s al Ghul.

WORD COUNT: 2171 words.

LOCATION: Wayne Manor.

GENERAL NOTES: Babs comes to visit Stephanie post her return to Gotham. Stephanie is unsure of her footing and what to do next, how to go on. A spark of an idea and a change is made. 

WARNINGS: Mentions of injuries, past trauma, violence.

STEPH: Tim's room was practically silent, Steph staring at the cracked screen of her phone she had found in Tim's room. Occasionally it lit up, Steph staring until it went dark once more. The lockscreen made her heart clench each time she saw the photo of her pressed against Tim's chest, his arm around her and smiles on their faces. She felt numb to the tears that slid down her cheeks and dried there, making the bandage across the gash on her cheek damp. Ra's' personal reminder of Tim she'd now have for the rest of her life. The reminder she was the reason Tim was sent to his doom, his death in her eyes.

A choked out sob escaped the shaking blonde, her curling up in on herself as much as she could without her ribs and shoulder screaming in protest. The sharp knock on Tim's bedroom door had her wanting to just scream out. "Go away!" She shouted. "I'm not hungry, thirsty, nor do I want to see anyone! Just leave!" Her words were punctuated with a broken sob, burying her face in Tim's pillow and giving into the urge to scream until she couldn't anymore.

Every bit of her was cracked into a thousand pieces and Steph had no idea how she was going to put them back together anytime soon.

BABS: The shout cut harshly even through the door, and Barbara almost considered listening. She could remember that feeling, wanting to crawl out of her own skin, never wanting anyone to look at her again. She still felt it sometimes. There was a reason she spent the majority of her life tucked away in her clock tower, surrounded by firewalls both electronic and physical. There were very few who could slip past them so easily, and Steph was one of them.

Steph who was on the other side of the door sobbing, her own firewall in place. Barbara pushed through, because Steph was stubborn and determined and positive and had steadfastly broken through every one of Barbara's walls, and there was no way she'd leave her alone. Even if that meant leaving her tower, even if it meant coming to Wayne Manor. Sometimes walls were meant to be pushed down.

She pressed the door shut quietly behind her and wheeled up next to the bed. Touch wasn't right, not unless Stephanie expressly wanted it, but she was close. "You know, I'd listen, but a while ago I made a promise to you that you'd never be alone. That's not just on the streets, Steph. I'm here."

STEPH: The door opened and Steph curled her fingers up into the fabric of the sheet on Tim’s bed. Then it shut. Another scream started to form in her chest, heart thumping and the hurricane of emotions she couldn’t pick apart started to grow until she heard that familiar voice.

Babs. Original Batgirl, her mentor and one of the people she trusted the most. Would she think she’s weak too? That she should have been better? The thought made her choke back a sob.

“It’s my fault.” Steph finally whispered, back towards Babs as she laid there. “I didn’t—I didn’t even get to see him. He wouldn’t let me see him. I killed him. I sent him off to his death at the hands of his worst nightmare all because I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t careful.” She was spiraling now, breath hiccuping as the tears rolled down her cheeks once more.

BABS: "Hey, hey." Barbara finally reached out, one hand resting on Steph's shaking shoulder. She couldn't see her face (maybe that was intentional), but she could hear the pain in every hiccup, in the way her words started to tumble.

She thought of rooftops and soft voices through the comms, the first time someone slipped through Stephanie's fingers. That sinking feeling that nothing will ever make better, and how this was worse. This wasn't some nameless loss, this was Tim.

"You are not responsible for the actions of evil men. There is one person responsible for this, and it's not you. Blaming yourself is like..." Blaming herself for opening the door. The thought caught, and she let it slip away, sinking somewhere deep and heavy in her chest. "You did everything you could, if I know you at all. Tell me you didn't get a few good zings in."

Another pause, "And you know we'll find him. I won't rest until we know where he is."

STEPH: Steph could hear Babs' words, make sense of them and comprehend them, but she didn't believe them. There was a reason she had stepped back from Batgirl, feeling a crippling dread that she would never measure up to Babs herself. This just proved it in her mind, she got the love of her life sent off to his worst nightmare all because she was the worst bat of them all.

A shudder wracked through the blonde and she sobbed weakly, finally turning to look at Babs head on. The bandage covered the majority of her cheek, left eye swollen still and purple and black bruises covered the pale skin there. "It doesn't matter, does it? I still lost. He didn't...he didn't even let me see him. I didn't even get to tell him I was sorry." She gasped out, feeling like her chest was moments away from caving in on itself.

"Ra's—" Even saying his name turned Steph's stomach and she paled considerably, shaking her head and going silent instead of finishing her thought. "...I killed him, Babs. He chose to save me. I'm not worth that."

BABS: "Don't you ever, ever say you are not worth it. Steph–" Barbara moved her hand to cup Stephanie's cheek, running a thumb gently to wipe away the tears. Gentle for bruises and cuts and injustices. "Look at me. You are worth more than you will ever know."

Stephanie had shown up in Barbara's life during a time in which she thought she'd never be happy again. Not truly, not easily. She'd tucked herself away so completely, both physically and emotionally, even her doctor was beginning to question why she never smiled. It took time, but Stephanie changed all of that. Stephanie with her quips and determination and bright smiles even the face of overwhelming odds. Stephanie who plowed through Barbara's warnings and walls.

She was worth it. And clearly Tim Drake thought so as well.

"Ra's is vile, and he will not get away with this." Her voice cut, no room for argument. "He's the one to blame. You did not make him take you, you did not make him take Tim, you have nothing to apologize for. The only one who benefits from you blaming yourself is him. Don't let him make you doubt yourself."

STEPH: Steph's eyes reluctantly shifted over to look at Babs' face, heart dropping. Her eyes fluttered shut weakly at the touch to her cheek and she let out a weak sob. This was Babs, the one who she strived so hard to be good for. To impress and make proud. Her doubt and fears in herself made her step away from the Batgirl mantle she had been so attached to. She saw the good in her even when Steph didn't see it herself. So why was she having such a hard time believing her in saying she was worth it.

"I don't know what else to do, Babs." Steph whispered weakly. The dark cloud that hung over her head seemed to infect every crevice and corner of Tim's room, it was saturated in her devastation. "I'm hanging up the suit. I can't be Spoiler anymore. It's...it's tainted now. All I can think of when I even try to think of going out again is how I let Tim down." Maybe next time you'll be more careful. Maybe next time you'll be more careful. Maybe next time—

The tears wouldn't stop. She didn't know how to make them stop, rolling down her cheeks and her breath hitching with each staggering breath. "I don't know what to do anymore."

BABS: Barbara paused, running a hand along the top of her thigh. She couldn't feel it, she hadn't been able to feel it in a long time. It was the getting back up that had been the hardest part. It wasn't that she'd failed, but the road ahead had looked like one failure after another. There were no next steps, there was only a suit on a rack she'd never wear again. But she got up. If only to prove him wrong.

"Do you remember the first time someone slipped from your grasp?" Barbara could. Curse her perfect memory, she could hear it. Stephanie's broken 'no,' and the quiet defeat when she said she was done. Her first loss, and Batgirl was back on a shelf. "You wanted to quit then, too. Being a hero just wasn't for you. But you got back up, Stephanie. You got back up, and you went on to take down the person actually responsible."

Her hand stilled, moving from her lap to the hand rim of her chair in a white-knuckled grip. Bringing up the past was a calculated risk. "You're stronger, better than you think, always have been. Don't complicate what comes next. You get up. Get up because Ra's was wrong to ever mess with you, or because you're stronger than he led you to believe, or to prove you can. Just get back up, and we'll figure the rest out from there."

STEPH: That question took the wind out of Steph. How could she forget? You never forget the first failure. The heart stopping moment where your best wasn't enough. It had broken her. The good guys were always supposed to win, right? That's how it was supposed to go anyways, but life has a funny way of proving you just how wrong you can be. The good guys don't always win, you can't always save everyone.

Babs was right, she always was. There was still the mere thought of grabbing her Spoiler gear and putting it on made her feel sick. It felt almost tainted now, like she couldn't even fathom wearing it when she held that mantle while Tim was taken to his worst nightmare. Whether she was convinced or not, she felt responsible. She could have been better.

"...I don't know how to get up this time. If I get back up, it can't be as Spoiler. I can't do that. Ra's ruined that for me. He...he ruined so many things, Babs. I have to hang it up. I just...I don't know what to do next now."

BABS: "Then try a different suit." The implication was clear. There was a symbol they'd shared once, both making it their own in different ways, but ultimately holding up the same mantle. As resistant as Barbara had been at first, she'd come to find Stephanie wore it well. She'd go head to head with anyone who dared say otherwise.

Unfortunately, the loudest protestor had been Stephanie herself, and the suit had found a familiar home on a rack. Barbara only begrudged her the change a little. Spoiler was Stephanie's, there were no shoes to fill.

But she wondered if Steph knew she never had to fit Barbara's boots, she only had to make them her own. That...

"I've told you before, I'll say it again. The suit you wear, that only gets you so far, Stephanie. Anyone can scare off a mugger with the bat symbol or a hood. The big stuff? That's you. It's always been you, and Ra's will never ruin that for you. Don't let him."

STEPH: Steph was quiet for a long, long moment. The implication was entirely too clear. Batgirl. It was a thought Steph had put in a box and shoved to the back of her mind. It had been a lot, the pressure she had put on herself to manage filling Babs' shoes. She had fallen, terrified of not being enough. She never wanted to let Babs down especially. She had much more faith in her than she thought was deserved.

Tears stung at her eyes for what felt like the millionth time. Letting out a shaky breath, Steph swallowed hard and looked at Babs. Batgirl. Batgirl. Batgirl. It was a loop in her mind on repeat, feeling entirely too much like coming home, yet moving out on her own to face the world standing on her own two feet.

Steph would do this for her. For Tim. For Babs. To show that bastard that he wouldn't get away with doing this to Tim, to her. Letting out a weak noise, Steph nodded rapidly and wiped at her face. "He won't. I can't...I can't let him. Not to me. Not to Timmy."

The fire was dim, burning barely bright enough, but a spark could lead to a flame. The flame could cause a forest fire and Stephanie Brown was a force to be reckoned with now. She'd make sure of that.

[clownleys]

batfamily relationships: stephanie brown & barbara gordon (4/?)

i pledge to you, stephanie brown -- my guidance. support. for as long as you want it. when you go out at night, you won't be alone.

[beaurcgard]

Babs/Steph - "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

I kinda wrote breakfast instead of dinner woops

Stephanie came back from patrol at 6.15am. Which meant that she had exactly 15 minutes to change into everyday clothes and walk to the bus stop, or she’d be late to her class. Great.

As she headed towards her bedroom, she lowly cursed Ivy for trying to rob the Gotham Bank so goddamn early. Steph hissed as she got her suit off, her broken ribs protesting with each movement.

She’d just finished getting her clothes off when she heard Barbara calling her name. Quickly, she threw some sweats and a hoodie on and went down the stairs to the kitchen.

Reaching the other woman, Steph leaned down to give Barbara a quick peck, letting out a groan at the pain on her ribs.

“Let me take a look at that.” Babs asked, reaching up to tug at the hoodie’s zipper.

Stephanie had a big, nasty looking bruise on her side and it probably wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. Barbara softly traced her fingertips over it, making Steph wince.

“Sorry.” She apologized, zipping the hoodie back up “Sit down, I made you breakfast.” 

Stephanie tried not to cringe. Barbara was great at a lot of things, but unfortunately cooking wasn’t one of them. She sat down as Babs was telling her to hurry, and she took this as an opportunity to escape.

“I think I’d better skip breakfast and go to class, I’m gonna be late.” She said as she stood up.

“Don’t you want some pancakes?” Barbara asked.

Steph sighed and went over to her, placing both her hands on Barbara’s shoulders, and smiled, “Babs, I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook for me, you suck.”

[batfamquotes]

stephanie brown: My main motivation for working at your place is not having batman's sons staring lecherously at my tits all day.

barbara gordon: Well, I can’t promise not to look at your breasts ever. Sometimes, when I hear requests from people in the Watch Tower, time enters a no-passing zone and I get bored.

[gonnapracticehtmlcodinghere-blog]

okay idk if you're taking prompts or something but could you wirte some stephbabs on patrol and it's a slow night so they make out or something???

Ok, so I’m not a big DC fan (and had to use a combination of google, tumblr, and ao3 to even figure out who these characters were), HOWEVER! I’m apparently a sucker for non-mainstream ships, so I gave it a shot.

They’d ended up parking themselves in a back alley, holed up in the dark.

They were always in the dark. It was just the default at this point. Stephanie had even caught herself avoiding areas of her own house that were brightly lit. She hadn’t noticed until her mother had asked if something was wrong.

This, though. This was comfortable. The intermittent static on the radio was a welcome relief from the constant string of threats it had been communicating through the last few weeks. Gotham had apparently decided its little surge of a crime spree was at an end.

Barbara didn’t usually go out on patrol with her these days, and Stephanie tried not to think too hard about why that might be. Instead, she tried to enjoy the time she had, leaning down to perch herself on the arm of Barbara’s wheelchair.

“Can you not touch the tech?” Barbara predictably ordered.

Stephanie stood up with an exaggerated sigh, and instead leaned in close to peer over her mentor’s shoulder.

“Anything on the radar?” Stephanie asked.

“Obviously not. I should have known once I actually went to the trouble to turn this gear mobile that the spike in criminal activity would be over.” She closed whatever program she’d been looking at through her heads-up display and turned to look up at Stephanie. “I guess it’s good to have it done, though. Ready for next time.”

“Ready for next time,” Stephanie echoed. She tried to chastise herself for letting her look linger too long into the older woman’s eyes, but it didn’t do much good. Their eye contact held until Barbara broke it to gaze down the alley.

Stephanie searched in her head for something, anything, interesting to say, but what came out was “Sure is cold tonight.”

Barbara whipped her head around to glare at Stephanie, and the younger girl was surprised and floundered at the sheer anger in her mentor’s face.

“The weather?” Barbara spat. “You want to talk about the weather? Will you just cross the line already? I’m not broken or fragile. You don’t have to be gentle with me!”

“What?” Stephanie gaped, trying to figure out what she had said or done to turn the superficial yet amiable conversation turn into this.

“Just kiss me already!”

“What?” Stephanie repeated, this time more out of shock than confusion.

Instead of answering, Barbara turned to look down the alley again. She sat in silence, unblinking and with pursed lips. Stephanie took the reprieve to carefully think the situation through. To consider all the implications of the exchange.

“Babs,” she said softly.

Stephanie shook her head once and snapped, “Forget about it. I obviously made a mistake and—”

“No, Babs. Listen to me. I haven’t been holding back because I thought you were fragile. Or because I thought you needed me to go slow or because you were weak. I’m not sure where you’d ever get an idea like that. I—” She cut herself off at a sudden flash of memory—the last time she’d seen Bruce before that horrible day. It was followed by the memory of Dick’s face when he’d realized he’d been left behind by yet another father.

“That’s not it,” Stephanie finished quietly, subdued by the sudden resurgence of her own grief.

“Then what was it?” Barbara’s voice was still sharp, but it had soften down to her more usual sharpness. Clinical consideration, rather than anger and frustration.

“I don’t know if anyone’s told you, Babs, but you’re a pretty scary person. I guess I couldn’t take another rejection. Another disaster.”

Barbara finally turned back to look at Stephanie, considering her shrewdly. “I guess sometimes I forget that I’m not the only one who’s suffered at the hands of our enemies.”

Stephanie liked the way Barbara said “our,” even as she traced the scars on her own arm, courtesy of the Black Mask.

“So?” Barbara asked.

“What?”

“Now that we both seem to have dumped the other out of the dark with an alarming lack of subtlety, how about that kiss?”

“Now? We’re on patrol!” Stephanie gaped, trying to keep her mind out of the gutter. Trying not to think about all the times she’d dreamed about doing just that. Trying not to remember the agonizing moments of hoping to discern whether or not Barbara’s looks had really been as ‘lingering’ as they’d appeared.

“Your excuses are wearing a little thin there, Batgirl.” And for the first time Stephanie could remember, there was no bitterness in the nickname. It shot a whole different kind of warmth through her, and she suddenly found herself perched on Barbara’s lap.

“I don’t do things half-assed,” she whispered, playing with Barbara’s hair. She twisted it carefully in her fingers, suddenly afraid to look up and make eye contact. Until she felt gentle fingers under her chin, and her face was pulled up slowly until they were so close to their faces brushed, skin against skin.Stephanie was overwhelmed with a blossomy scent that she’d long ago subconsciously associated with her mentor, and it was the final push in courage. They were no longer the soft brush of skin against skin but rather a rough scratch of lips and teeth and taste.

Barbara had never been one to do things half-assed either.

Strong hands worked their way up Stephanie’s back and dug into her skin. She knew what it took to make a bruise, and she knew for sure that that would be enough. She looked forward to craning back over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the dark fingerprints in the mirror.

A thrill ran through her at the thought of knowing those marks would be there, under her skin, even as she sat calmly at the breakfast table. Even as she fought hand-to-hand against Gotham’s worst. Her scars were over-marked by Barbara’s deep grasp.

Stephanie clung with tight fists to the tight fabric of the shirt of the woman beneath her. Their panting breaths were out of sync, desperate and uncontrolled. Tight muscles and pliant mouths shifted and re-settled.

There was one moment, that neither would ever be able to verbalize, when they were unsure where either of them ended and the other began. It was so much more than the heat building between them. So much more than the slick wet and the unanticipated sensation of rushing blood.

To become one.

They were more than the sum of their parts. They existed against each other with a choreography that the entire history of dance had been striving to achieve since first creation.

Art mimics life.

And then the moment resolved into tongue swiped against teeth and arms tangled together in an attempt to taste better, suck deeper, and arch in a point-counter-point they would pull them closer.

“Can you see me, Oculus?” Stephanie whispered.

They laughed, mouth against mouth, even as Stephanie bit Barbara’s lip teasingly. Hard enough to make it swell, but not hard enough to make them draw back from each other.

The radio squawked to life suddenly, and the rest of life crashed back to them. They stared at each other for a moment, before Stephanie pushed herself backwards to stand on her own two feet.

Barbara answered the radio breathlessly, eyes still twinkling with amused victory.

Barbara probably had been expecting it, at least in part, but that night started a trend. Stephanie was suddenly trying to kiss her all the time, even out on patrol nights that weren’t slow.

However, even when she’d snap at her young protégée to “get your heads out of your pants,” she wasn’t exactly complaining.

[stephswaffle]

It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom || StephBabs

Os olhos da garota saltaram quando viram sua nota da Universidade. Estava esperando nada mais do que um B-, mas um A- havia sido muito melhor do que ela esperava. Não se lembrava direito daquela prova, mas talvez alguém muito inteligente tivesse sentado de seu lado. Não sabia direito, mas talvez as horas de estudo estavam também compensando tirando pela parte que a única colaboração da garota era uma caixa de donuts, mas de todo jeito todos precisavam se alimentar. Não sabia o que pensar, então foi exibir para todo mundo. Ainda mais para aquele ano já que tudo havia ficado a cada dia mais difícil por conta dos inúmeros problemas que se envolvia tentando trazer os heróis de volta para o mundo o que poderia ser uma tarefa bem complicada quando seu pai era um dos caras do outro lado te caçando. Não conseguia nem imaginar o dia que fosse capturada pelo mesmo não sabia se seu pai algum dia agiria como um pai descente.

Acabou correndo para a BatCaverna esfregando na cara de todo mundo que era tão inteligente quanto eles. Só que ninguém realmente estava ali além de Alfred que como recompensa disse que faria Waffles que ela tanto gostava. Ela queria tirar uma foto e mandar para o Tim e Damian falando que Alfred estava fazendo Waffles só para ela, mas se ela mandasse sempre tinha o risco deles voltarem somente para comer sua comida, então não queria correr aquele risco. Contaria para eles depois e teria Alfred de prova. Comia com um sorriso que Alfred acabou repreendendo-a para ter modos, e Steph ficou um pouco sem graça e começou a comer mais devagar. Depois agradeceu ao mesmo lavando a louca, pois sabia que não era justo. Deixou dois Waffles para comer depois da louça, pois sabia que estaria com vontade novamente e tudo que o homem fez foi dar risada. Era quase como se nada de mal estivesse acontecendo do lado de fora.

Então uma agitação fez-se na entrada e Steph protegeu seus waffles como se sua vida dependesse disso, pois somente pessoas autorizadas poderiam entrar ali e todos que entravam ali gostavam de seu waffles. "Esses são meus. Mereci e acabou." Começou dizendo e depois colocando todos na boca de uma única vez, e depois recebeu um olhar de Alfred como se ele disse "muito feio" Ela acabou olhando para baixo fitando um chão em um sinal de desculpas para o mesmo. Virou-se para olhar quem era e ninguém mais que Barbara. "Se soubesse que era você tinha aproveitado mais meus waffles. Alias, tirei A- sou mais inteligente que você e todos os Robins juntos. Okay, não tem inteligente quanto você, mas mais que todos os Robins juntos." Sorriu de orelha a orelha exibindo seu A- por todo local como se tivesse ganhando uma medalha de honra. Viu uma foto de Dick e algum troféu na escola acabou tirando o mesmo e colocando a sua nota. "Ele tem muito espaço para ele" Disse dando de ombros e rindo. Queria que o próprio Bruce visse como ela era mais inteligente do que ele imaginava e se ferra-se por todas as vezes que ele dispensou ela. Agora ela não precisava mais dele. Sorriu para a ruiva, pois estava muito animada.

"O que aprenderemos hoje já que sou um gênio? Vai me ensinar a realmente hackear algo legal?" Pediu com os olhos brilhantes. Sabia que Babs poderiam ser bem crítica a favor de fazer o trabalho difícil para depois terem a diversão e tudo mais, mas Steph sentia-se que naquele momento poderia tocar o céu de tão animada. Nem mesmo Damian e seu mau humor poderiam tirá-la de tal estado. Aquela era uma Steph menos real e mais adolescente. Ela merecia algumas noites assim. Afinal do que adiantava crescer tão rápido? Tinha uma vida toda para combater, algumas vezes ser a Spoiler poderia ser difícil, mas em outras era muito compensador. Seu sorriso era brilhante como não era em um bom tempo, não se lembrava de se sentir tão bem assim. Por poucos momentos esquecia-se de seu pai e todo o drama lá fora só queria ser uma garota normal se divertindo em vários jeitos possíveis, e por maneiras de se divertir ela queria dizer hackeando e aprendendo mais maneiras de ser útil, por isso nem mesmo Alfred poderia repreendê-la. 

[beaurcgard]

Why isn't there more stephbabs in this world??

[gothamlesbian-blog]

[batfamquotes]

I love timsteph it is otp and the only valid tim ship with a woman

That said!

stephcass and dicksteph are adorable and jaysteph is hot and stephbabs is underrated

What is it about stephanie brown that makes her so shippable with the batkids

[batfamquotes]

Oh, but we have all been in love with Stephanie Brown at some point!

barbara gordon to the rest of the batfam