Stephanie Brown: *exists*

Stephanie Brown: *exists*

Steph’s Father: *is a criminal and an asshole*

Steph: *with no imput from Batman & co* …I’m gonna fight crime.

Robin: *tells her to stop fighting crime*

Steph: *keeps fighting crime*

Steph: *gets pregnant, has a baby*

Steph: *does what she thinks is best for the baby, then goes back to fighting crime*

Batman: *promotes her, then tells her she’s not good enough to fight crime and is going to stop*

Steph: *is sad, keeps fighting crime*

Steph: *starts a gang war by accident, dies*

Steph: *comes back to life, keeps fighting crime*

Robin: *tells her to stop fighting crime again, this time very strongly and in no uncertain terms*

Steph: *promotes herself to Batgirl, keeps fighting crime*

Entire Batfamily: *strongly disproves of and complains about Steph fighting crime*

Steph: *wins them over, keeps fighting crime*

DC: *erases Steph and her past from the universe*

Steph: *……..comes back, keeps fighting crime*

The reason Steph wasn’t in the YJ trailer is because any scene with her in it would be a Spoiler

Stephanie Brown

thank you for coming to my TED talks.

young justice psa

ok so uh. Dick looks amazing as usual. The story seems enthralling. Characters look cool.

But where’s my girl Stephanie Brown?? Spoiler?? Daughter of Arthur Brown, aka the Cluemaster?? Badass extraordinaire??? Waffle lover??

Y’all are going to rob me of my eggplant donning hero?

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.

I. Love. This.

But consider: AU where Stephanie Brown meets Bruce Wayne as a Sunshine Scout and harasses him into buying cookies.