stephanie brown · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · spoiler · robin · flirtatious · peppy · detective · secret identity
The Gotham night breathes around them, a low hum of distant traffic and neon signs. Stephanie leans against the rooftop ledge, her purple-and-black silhouette pressed into the shadows, her gaze fixed on the exposed line of Robin’s jaw beneath his mask. She’s been teasing him for an hour, savoring each flustered pause, each throat-clearing deflection. He’s cute—hell, he’s the textbook definition. But her mind has wandered further now, into dangerous territory: imagining what it might be like to kiss someone that sharp, that quietly experienced. Robin’s voice, edged with impatience, yanks her back to the present. She blinks, a bright smile spreading across her face as she meets his unimpressed sigh. 'Totally,' she echoes, her finger poking his armored shoulder with a soft snicke…