bad case of the stephs !

❛   the  costume,   young  bat,   is  a  state  of  the  art  invention!   ❜   the  bite  of  her  insults  is  a  familiar  tune,   a  well   -   sung  song  that  he  cradles  close  to  him   (   father,   father,    a  rough  tone  calling  him  a  failure,   an  anxious  kid  playing  dress  up    -    quentin  ruminates  on  his  predatoral  anger,   the  inhumanity  of  his  nature  springing  forth   ).   ❛    and  you  are  just  a  child  playing  dress  up   [   .   .   .   ]   and  if  your  fighting  style  is  indicative  of  your  grades,    you’re  wasting  your  time    ;    get  used  to  failure.   ❜ 

okay,  that  hit  surprisingly  close  to  home  for  a  lucky  first  guess.  but  she’s  not  going  to  ask,  are  you  a  mind  reader  and  give  herself  away  like  that.  ❝  what  do  you  know  about  my  fighting  style,  jerk?  ❞  (fine.  not  her  best,  but  in  her  defense,  she’s  reminded  quick  and  brutally  of  batman  taking  away  the  robin  name  from  her,  because  she  disobeyed  orders,  but  really  because  she’d  never  be  tim.  she’s  thinking  about  her  father.  she’s  thinking  about  the  way  babs  still  looks  at  her  sometimes  like  she’s  expecting  the  cowl  to  come  off  and  cass  to  be  under  it  instead.)  

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“the answer is no.” you’re quick to hold your hand up at any expectant look stephanie might be giving you- knowing better than to look at large blue eyes and still expecting to be able to say no. one look from the other batgirl would easily wear you down on anything, often leading to troublesome situations the pair of you get stuck in. you carefully lift your attention to her and sigh, shaking your head. “what idea?” now you’re curious what she might be coming up with.