Robins fic, pandemics and epidemics
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maryWeaverandom asked for Steph slash-or-hyphen Jason, pandemics and epidemics. Possibly with Damien tagging along being his adorably douchebagtastic self.
Uses the bingo square "pandemics and epidemics".
Batgirl does not sigh longsufferingly. She really wants to, but figures it's probably not a very Batgirlish thing to do. Stephanie Brown can sigh longsufferingly all she likes once she's got the cowl off, but for now she has to just suck it up and act professional. Which is ironic since if vigilantes were professionals they'd be, like, cops and firefighters and paramedics and stuff instead of being, you know, vigilantes.
She wonders if Dick finds it as stressful living up to the Batman legacy as she does the Batgirl one.
Found, her mind corrects her. If Dick found it as stressful.
He isn't dead yet, she corrects her mind right back. So shut up, brain, before I stab you with a Q-tip.
Quoting the Simpsons in the middle of an international emergency. That's some A+ Batgirling right there, her brain retorts.
Damien waves a hand in front of her face. "Are you even listening to me?"
"No," Steph replies, which isn't any less childish than sighing would be, really, but she's under a lot of stress right now and he's a hateful little helldwarf.
"Personally, I think that for the good of the species, we should breed," Jason says. Stephanie feels a momentary wave of empathy with the Joker.
"The men and boys of the world aren't dead," she says, the wish for a Bat-Crowbar on her utility belt passing. "They're just unconscious. You're jumping the gun a little there."
"Whatever, this is totally some Y: The Last Man shit right here, let's populate or perish."
Steph just stares. The Red Hood, scourge of the Gotham underworld, shrugs. "Whatever, sometimes I read comics meant for grown-ups, don't give me that look."
"The use of 'grown-up' is proof that you are far from being an adult," Damien points out.
"How come this kid's the only Robin here yet to be brutally murdered?" Jason asks. Now it's Steph's turn to shrug. Damien glares at them both but whatever, he's like seven years old, they can totally take him if it's two on one.
Batgirl does not sigh longsufferingly. "Let's start from the beginning again, okay? First up, we have to contact Talia Al Ghul, to find out what the formula is for whatever innoculated the two of you against this toxin. Then we lock Damien in the trunk of the Batmobile."
Uses the bingo square "pandemics and epidemics".
Batgirl does not sigh longsufferingly. She really wants to, but figures it's probably not a very Batgirlish thing to do. Stephanie Brown can sigh longsufferingly all she likes once she's got the cowl off, but for now she has to just suck it up and act professional. Which is ironic since if vigilantes were professionals they'd be, like, cops and firefighters and paramedics and stuff instead of being, you know, vigilantes.
She wonders if Dick finds it as stressful living up to the Batman legacy as she does the Batgirl one.
Found, her mind corrects her. If Dick found it as stressful.
He isn't dead yet, she corrects her mind right back. So shut up, brain, before I stab you with a Q-tip.
Quoting the Simpsons in the middle of an international emergency. That's some A+ Batgirling right there, her brain retorts.
Damien waves a hand in front of her face. "Are you even listening to me?"
"No," Steph replies, which isn't any less childish than sighing would be, really, but she's under a lot of stress right now and he's a hateful little helldwarf.
"Personally, I think that for the good of the species, we should breed," Jason says. Stephanie feels a momentary wave of empathy with the Joker.
"The men and boys of the world aren't dead," she says, the wish for a Bat-Crowbar on her utility belt passing. "They're just unconscious. You're jumping the gun a little there."
"Whatever, this is totally some Y: The Last Man shit right here, let's populate or perish."
Steph just stares. The Red Hood, scourge of the Gotham underworld, shrugs. "Whatever, sometimes I read comics meant for grown-ups, don't give me that look."
"The use of 'grown-up' is proof that you are far from being an adult," Damien points out.
"How come this kid's the only Robin here yet to be brutally murdered?" Jason asks. Now it's Steph's turn to shrug. Damien glares at them both but whatever, he's like seven years old, they can totally take him if it's two on one.
Batgirl does not sigh longsufferingly. "Let's start from the beginning again, okay? First up, we have to contact Talia Al Ghul, to find out what the formula is for whatever innoculated the two of you against this toxin. Then we lock Damien in the trunk of the Batmobile."
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Date: 2010-06-08 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-22 10:40 am (UTC)(Steph & Jason having a child would be... I can't quite decide between terrible & awesome XD)
Jason using the word "breed" had me smilling like an idiot for some reason... :D
""How come this kid's the only Robin here yet to be brutally murdered?" Jason asks."
Good question. :D
"Then we lock Damien in the trunk of the Batmobile."
I can't tell how much I love Steph, but damn, she rocks. XD