(found the place) to rest my head
theblondebat asked: Hi, I’m a huge fan of your writing and rereading your fanfics make me squee more often than not. ^^ Anywhozits, I was wondering if I could submit a prompt: Older!Damian is training with Stephanie and gives her a nasty concussion on accident.
Anonymous asked: Damian/Steph (Idk the ship name) please!
Characters: Stephanie Brown, Older!Damian Wayne, mentions of Bruce Wayne
Stephanie and Damian are just too much fun to write; I hope I didn’t completely butcher their characterizations, welp. (Also, it’s really late, and I have no idea what this says anymore.)
Lashing out with a powerful kick, Damian swept Stephanie’s legs completely out from under her for the seventh time in as many minutes. She crashed to the floor, her shoulder blades connecting squarely with the training mat as she fell, upper arms shouldering the brunt of the impact. For a moment she remained on her back, slowing her wheezing until she’d almost caught her breath.
“Foam mats,” she groused, sitting up and rubbing at a purpling bruise on her backside. “Not as cushy as you’d think.” Wincing, she accepted Damian’s proffered hand.
He snorted, drawing her upright with one arm as he swiped at his brow with the other. “It would appear that you never tire of having your ass handed to you,” he drawled loftily, releasing her hand and adjusting the tape around his own with an exasperated sigh. His forehead bunched together sharply, then, “We could. Take a break, if you wish?” He strove for impartiality, but Stephanie detected the trace of uncertainty in his voice and shook her head.
She brushed her hair from her eyes with bloodless fingers, still breathing through her teeth. Shaking out her wrists and ankles, she beckoned him forward with a flash of white teeth and a inviting motion of her own taped-up hands. “Again,”she demanded, leaning forward to wipe the sweat from her temples.
This was delightful <333
Okay so how about this
Steph and Damian are patrolling one night together when Damian is about 17 and they come across a box of kittens, with only two of the little babus still alive
and Steph is like, “To the shelter.”
and Dami is all, “Nonsense woman, I will just take them back to the manor (BECAUSE I LOVE CATS AND ALL ANIMALS REALLY)”
and the next day Steph swings on by to check up on Dami and the new babus
when she walks into his room he is like laying on his bed, playing with the two little survivors and laughing and smiling and she basically just
its a really confusing moment for Stephanie