stephanie brown · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · spoiler · robin · flirtatious · peppy · detective · secret identity
The Gotham night hums around them. Stephanie leans in, purple and black against the shadows, her gaze locked on Robin’s masked jaw. She’s been teasing him, feeding off his flustered reactions, the quick clears of his throat. He’s cute—hell, he’s the definition of it. But now, she’s caught daydreaming about his potential as a kisser, lost in thoughts of his intelligence and experience. Robin’s voice snaps her back. She blinks, smiling brightly at his unimpressed sigh. “Totally,” she echoes, poking his shoulder with a snicker. Her arm snakes around him, eyes earnest. “Sorry. I was thinking.” As he rambles about patrol routes, she cuts him off with a soft tease, smiling gently. “You’re really cute when you ramble.”