#thegodkiller

How was she supposed to have known that the guy she thought was trying to cop a feel was actually just trying to reach a book behind her, and the fact that her headphones were in meant she hadn’t heard him asking her to move?

Whatever. She’s sort of already over it, and Bruce has finally let her clear off the desk in the library so it can actually be used as intended, so whenever Stephanie actually feels like doing a reading report for her Intro To Criminology II paper, she’ll haul her books to the mansion, sweet talk Tim into letting her use one of the hundred-or-so Nespresso pods to start her off, and she’s good to go.

The house is pretty much empty today, so she’s got her headphones out of her laptop as she listens to her study playlist. Alfred was doing something out in the garden, Gotham’s weather actually acting like it was Spring for once. Steph thought she’d heard Damian yelling at the TV when she’d walked in earlier, and she knows for a fact everyone else is out.

“How do you even study, listening to that stuff?” A voice asks, actually causing Steph to jump, and she looks up from where she’s slouched over her notes, brandishing her highlighter like a sword.

“Jesus, Jason. You’re encroaching in ways Bruce would be proud of.” She said, blowing a strand of hair out from where it’s tickling her eyelash, and Jason pulls a face.

“Wow. Here I was thinking I’d found another anti-B crusader to join me in my cause...” Jason said, slapping a hand against his heart in true DramaWayne fashion, and Steph rolls her eyes.

“Well, you should know he’s let me join in on the past three of his patrols, so the metaphorical white flag is raised semi-permanently until one of us pisses the other off, and it’s back to him hissing at me from the shadows if I even so much as mention ‘Batcave’ in his presence.” Steph explains, and Jason nods. He’s moved right up to the desk now, and Steph goes back to highlighting the paragraph she was halfway through before she was interrupted.

Jason makes a sound at the back of his throat, and then he’s pushing a piece of paper under her nose, knocking her arm in the process, lilac purple dragging across the page.

“What do you make of this?” He says, and Steph furrows her brow. The paper he’s passed her is some police report, and Steph really shouldn’t be surprised anymore about the kinds of thing’s Jason can just pull out of his back pocket these days, but she raises her brow up at him anyways.

“It’s a police report.”

“Shit, really? Here I was thinking it was Alfred’s new shopping list style.” Jason says, slapping his thigh, and Steph cracks a smile.

“Uhhh. Oh, doxie, that’s some new narcotic going around. Gives people these crazy trips but apparently the come downs are really rough. It’s mostly being targeted to high school kids. Bruce and Damian have been looking into it.” Steph explains.

“This a dealer?” Steph asks then, quickly, and Jason shrugs.

“Don’t know yet. I didn’t even know about this new stuff till about two hours ago. Thanks, though.” Jason says, and he’s folding up the police report again before turning to make his way out.

“Now wait a diddly darn minute! I’m not just giving you the four-one-one on this so you can go out and solve this all by yourself. Give credit where credit’s due.” Steph says, standing up. Jason folds his arms.

“Thought you had a test to study for? Heard you telling Cass about it yesterday.” Jason asks, and Steph sighs. He’s right, of course. She does have a test, and this is actually the first time she’s pulling above a B average for a semester, but...

“Test, schmest. I can get a B easily. You gonna go kick some butt?” Steph asks, and Jason cracks her a smile.