Five Times Stephanie Brown Made The News

Five Times Stephanie Brown Made the News

This fic is for @ladykattz who I offer a million apologies for being so late. I hope this fic makes it up to you.

Prompt: “Can you do something with Stephanie being Tim’s date to a gala or visiting him at Wayne Enterprises for whatever reason? I just wanna see how all these high class or professional workplace people view this unknown girl who is constantly chilling with the Waynes.”

1. The first time Stephanie made the news, she was fifteen and Gotham exploded at the news of another vigilante working their way through the Gotham underworld. Word on the street was, this one wore purple and had hair bright as the sun. Among themselves, Gothamites gossiped. Some didn’t believe she’d last a week, others thought she’d make it to a month. No one believed she would ever truly succeed. Behind her mask, Stephanie narrowed her eyes and swore to prove them wrong. 2. Stephanie makes news again as Stephanie, friend of the elusive Cassandra Cain, whom which journalists would sell their organs for to get an interview. They watch as the blonde chatters freely to the sole daughter of Bruce Wayne, a smiling often flitting across her face, one mirrored easily on Cassandra’s face as well. At one point, Cassandra Cain laughs so hard she doubles over, clutching her stomach. Her eyes wrinkle, and the newspapers papers dub her a beauty in a beat. Who is this girl, who seems to familiar to the most elusive and impassive members of the Wayne Family?

3. The third time Stephanie made it on the news, she was seen in the arms of one Timothy Drake at the Wayne Gala. The same mysterious blonde hanging out with Gotham’s princess was now firmly established as the girlfriend of one of Gotham’s prince. The news story only briefly brushed over how Tim’s eyes never left his date, how under the soft lights the two smiled like gems. How Dick’s arms often wrapped about the two like family and Damian dances with Stephanie and over again. Mostly, it focused on the elites throwing themselves into a tizzy as they fumed over a common girl on the arms of one of the men in highest demand. This blonde, with her obnoxious laugh and cheap jewelry had the nerve to steal one of the most wanted men, and did so in a Macy’s dress. The ladies decked out in Gucci and Swarovski diamonds fluffed their hundred dollar insured hair in disgust. The elites scorned and scoffed, but no one could deny the happiness radiating off of the couple. Nor could they deny that the words “pompously overdressed clout” left Stephanies lips multiple times as the couple laughed themselves into oblivion watching the Elite of Gotham flush purple. 4. The fourth time Stephanie made the news, it was after an interview with a Wayne Enterprise secretary. The anonymous secretary provides multiple reports on the recent sunshine appearing in the Wayne Enterprises. It would appear that rain or shine, a blonde female would skip up the stairs to the Wayne Tower, press a kiss on Mr. Drake’s forehead (which, in the 279 days that she has observed Ms. Browns arrivals, have never failed to bring a happy smile to his face) and cheerfully encourage the workers to keep up the good work. Ms. Brown, the secretary raves, is a miracle worker. She was thoughtful too, always asking Mr. Wang about his daughter and Mrs. McClain about her hospitalized father and Mr. Mendoza about his newborn. It was as if, she writes, entrapped in her shining blonde hair and blue eyes was the sun itself. It certainly had a favorable effect among Tower the workers and Mr. Drake himself.

5. The fifth time Stephanie makes the news, she is a new hero. Another year, another gala, another outing as one of Gotham’s most well established couples. Tim slips his arms around Steph’s waist and she leans up to press a soft kiss onto his jaw, raising her hand to admire the gleaming diamond on her finger. Together, they greet all those who congratulate them on their recent engagement. A soft love wraps around them, and happiness radiates off them. Stephanie takes great delight in bragging about the newest Revlon eyeshadow and the upcoming Fenty Beauty release as the ladies gather around her. A few titter and clutch luxury powders, but she’s proud to see that majority of the women are listening intently to what she says. It never fails to delight her when girls walk up to her to strike a conversation about a product she recommended. Still, of course something goes wrong and this it comes in the form of the Condiment King, shouting about his own power and youth and lost chances. When the rest of the elites rush back and a jumble of confused shouts and scared expressions, Stephanie takes the opportunity to punch him right across the jaw- after she chews him out for even thinking about interrupting her special moment and her engagement. Not on her watch, she snaps, glaring down towards the trembling Condiment King, aiming a kick towards his ribs. What a girl, the elites whisper among themselves. How selfless, how heroic. Her fiancé is a lucky man. What a hero.

Behind them, the Wayne family grins.

Barbara: Steph, you deserve the best and you found it. Tim, don’t you dare hurt her.

Tim: *chuckles* I won’t.

Dick: Don’t laugh. She means it.

Tim: I-I won’t.

Bruce: Seriously son, don’t hurt her.

Tim: Okay, I’m not planning on hurting her?

Cass: You better not be.

Tim: I’m not!

Jason: Hey Tim, you best watch yourself.

Tim: Why do any of you think I would hurt Stephanie? You’re all my family too.

Damian: Eh

The Mystery of the Misplaced Mail

Stephanie Brown could feel her heart rate spike already, blue eyes blazing as she glared at the offending object in her mailbox.

Because in her mailbox, her wonderful mailbox meant to contain her mail was another box labeled “To: Mr. Timothy Drake, Apartment 306.”

This has been a reoccurring event ever since a couple months ago, where she had first opened her mailbox to Timothy Drake’s mail. At first she had laughed it off because he was in the neighboring apartment to hers, and just shoved it back into his mail box. But now, five months after the first incident occured, she’s very quickly becoming annoyed. Especially today. Today she was flaming mad.

This. Ends. Now.

Stephanie grabs the mail and takes off, ignoring Mr. Bane who waves at her as she tears through the hallway, runs up three levels of stairs, and slams at the door to room 306. She ignores the muffled “coming!” and continues to attack the door, feeling her cholesterol levels rise.

She doesn’t wait for Mr. Timothy Drake to finish opening the door, just pushes at it and marches in.

“How does this keep happening?” She shrieks, flinging the mail right into the blue eyed man’s face, ignoring the three men laughing in the apartment. “It literally has your name and your apartment and-“ she broke off abruptly, face flushing.

Because holy hell, Timothy Drake? He was a knockout.

She’s heard about him before because he’s basically the prince of Gotham, but Jesus she didn’t expect him to be chiseled by the hands of God.

He’s taller than her, with broad shoulders and blue eyes that shatter her world and put it back together. His glasses carefully frame his face and oh lord his face is doing funny things to her stomach.

Open mouth, insert foot.

“So um, yeah” She says awkwardly, feeling a flush rise up her cheeks. “You should label your things more clearly? Um, have a good day?” Clumsily, she stumbled to the door and prepares to walk out when a hand grabs her wrist and she’s right into Timothy Drake’s dazzling eyes.

There’s flecks of green in there too, she thinks, dazed.

“Sorry about that,” Timothy says to her, sheepish grin on his face. “I had no idea that was happening.”

Stephanie nodded stupidly. “Uh, yeah, I, um, I usually just stick it back into your mailbox,” she says, kicking herself for her lack of eloquence.

“Thank you,” he says, smiling warmly at her. “I don’t suppose we’ve met, have we? I’m Tim Drake, pleasure to meet you.”

Stephanie can tell her face is red as a tomato.

“Yeah, I’m Stephanie, I uh, I live in the apartment next door,” she says finally, jabbing towards the general direction of her apartment. “Um, sorry for barging in like... that,” she finishes awkwardly, ducking her head slightly.

“No problem,” Tim says with a crinkle to his eyes. “Let me make it up to you yeah? Are you open any time soon? There’s a good steakhouse around the corner.”

Stephanie feels her stomach erupt into butterflies as she realized that Tim Drake, attractive man with a devastating smile, was asking her to a date.

“Um, yeah,” she says, “see you Monday? 5 o clock?”

Tim grins at her and she thinks she can definitely get used to this feeling in her chest.

“See you there.”

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Tim waited for the door to close before wheeling onto the male closest to him.

“Jason I told you to stop messing with her mail!”

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I am so sorry!! This was supposed to go up last week, I had it queue’d and everything but it just never went up, and I just realized now.

Also featuring Cass Cain as a recurring character

Stephanie Brown

thank you for coming to my TED talks.

Early morning alarms

At two A.M., Stephanie was awakened from an obnoxious ringing and groaned.

“Oh you’re kidding,” she grumbled. “He was doing so well.”

When her neighbor first moved in, she had been excited to see someone new. That had changed once fire alarms started ringing every night.

It was understandable if her neighbor set off the fire alarm if something dangerous actually happened but no. Her neighbor was just an awful cook.

Normally, everyone in the complex would have descended upon this person by now, but there was just a little something stopping them.

Her neighbor, lean with black hair and blue eyes, just happened to be Tim Drake, adopted son of Bruce Wayne, multi-billionaire. He could buy them all with a wave of his hand.

So, they stayed quiet and grumbled to themselves.

But Steph was tired and annoyed. She liked her sleep, and hasn’t even gotten a full nights sleep months. Her schoolwork was starting to suffer as a result, and Barbara was starting to send her looks.

This was going to stop, and soon.

So Stephanie goes grocery shopping and knocks on her neighbor’s door.

"Hi! I'm Stephanie!" She says cheerfully. Her neighbor blinked at her (darn, he was cute too). "I'm here to teach you how to cook!"

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This is inspired by a really old timsteph fic where she meets him because of a fire alarm in the apartment building but I can’t find it for the life of me so please help :)