Because Purple Would Be Stupid (Batman : Steph [G] - Robin Month)
Fandom: Batman
Title: Because Purple Would Be Stupid
Characters: Stephanie Brown
Rating: G
Word Count: 768
Summary: There are finite details to settle before Stephanie sets off in the superhero game. Cape or no cape?
Notes: prompt #16 - Purple for fanfic100 Table | Day three of the Week of Stephanie Brown, which is part of Robin Month!
“Look. I’m sorry. It’s not you… it’s me. I just-I respect you,” Stephanie bites her lip and gives each of them a careful look. “All of you, but what you’re into is just not for me. It’s not-” She tugs on her hair and pulls it back into a bun. “It’s not practical. I mean,” she gestures towards one of them, “Maybe that works for you; freefalling at over one hundred miles per hour in a skirt sounds like a laugh, but see, me? I like pants when I’m jumping over things and running. I just-”
Stephanie shakes her head and curls her nose up at the pictures tacked to the wall in front of her. “I’m sorry, Wonder Woman. Power Girl. Supergirl. I just-I think I need to see other people.” She turns towards her magazine cut outs and sketchbooks. “More specifically. I think I need to see the boys.”
The pictures are of course silent, Stephanie’s not crazy, but this is keeping her brain occupied tonight better than wondering where the Cluemaster is off hatching his plot, this time without the clues to get him into trouble. Not for long. Stephanie just has to follow him, figure out what he’s up to, leave some carefully crafted easy to read clues and let Batman and Robin do the rest of the work.
If she can just pick out a damn costume first. She holds up a photo of Superman, “Too patriotic.” Another of Green Lantern and Green Arrow. “Robin’s got the market on green and that mask…” She sighs and puts the photos down. Some Superheroes weren’t really smart about their outfits. And the pile she knew better (unfortunately of villain costumes) wasn’t any better, but at least people like Harley Quinn knew how to hide their face.
Batman hid his face pretty well, but-Stephanie bites her lip. She doesn’t want to be too recognizable and while that stupid lone ranger kerchief thing Dad has going on isn’t exactly high fashion it does hide his identity pretty well.
Or it would if he didn’t give out his name. And get caught. All the time.
Stephanie smirks a little and picks up her sketch of Batman. Batgirl’s outfit was good, but Stephanie thinks boots without heels would probably be better if she’s going to be stealthy. She sketches out a full mask and frowns. The ears are too much. She erases them. She doesn’t want to be a Batman fangirl, just-Stephanie thinks it looks a little weird, but maybe if she adds something over the black head mask.
“Hey…” Stephanie grabs her comic cut out of Warrior Angel. He totally had a hood thing going on when he was in his broody phase. “Different color and it might work. Just the mask could be black.” She sketches out a careful picture of the top, includes some support with a couple of strap on handles, she has to carry that equipment she got from Radio Hut somewhere.
“To cape or not to cape,” Stephanie hums, tapping her chin with the pencil and glancing at the pictures pinned to the wall.
Dad didn’t have a cape.
Stephanie snorts. “Cape it is.”
Stephanie stares at her finished sketch and nods to herself. “Perfect.” She grins and lifts herself up off the desk and stares at her bed where all the extra fabric she has is carefully sorted out. She already eliminated the tough stuff, so it’s just a few colors left. She needs something stealthy, so the yellow isn’t going to work. She holds it up, maybe a cute shirt for when this was all over though.
“Not orange,” Stephanie says to the fabric in front of her. “Never orange.” She shoves it aside and stares at the purple fabric in front of her. “What am I going to go by, the Purple Pumpernickel?” The alliteration on that was horrible.
Stephanie frowns and picks up the fabric. It’s a little darker than she previously thought its more-“Eggplant,” than purple anyway. Well, Stephanie pulls at it to see its give.
She grins and rolls it up so she can carry it better. “Eggplant it is.”
Stephanie tip-toes down the stairs with the fabric in her arms. It doesn’t matter; Mom’s passed out on the couch. She wouldn’t wake up if the house shook.
“Sorry, Daddy,” Stephanie murmurs as she plugs in the sewing machine. “Stephy’s coming to spoil all your plans.”
Stephanie pauses under sewing table and sits up straight. “That could work.”
Her mother turns over on a snort.
The Spoiler gets to work.
Title: Because Purple Would Be Stupid
Characters: Stephanie Brown
Rating: G
Word Count: 768
Summary: There are finite details to settle before Stephanie sets off in the superhero game. Cape or no cape?
Notes: prompt #16 - Purple for fanfic100 Table | Day three of the Week of Stephanie Brown, which is part of Robin Month!
“Look. I’m sorry. It’s not you… it’s me. I just-I respect you,” Stephanie bites her lip and gives each of them a careful look. “All of you, but what you’re into is just not for me. It’s not-” She tugs on her hair and pulls it back into a bun. “It’s not practical. I mean,” she gestures towards one of them, “Maybe that works for you; freefalling at over one hundred miles per hour in a skirt sounds like a laugh, but see, me? I like pants when I’m jumping over things and running. I just-”
Stephanie shakes her head and curls her nose up at the pictures tacked to the wall in front of her. “I’m sorry, Wonder Woman. Power Girl. Supergirl. I just-I think I need to see other people.” She turns towards her magazine cut outs and sketchbooks. “More specifically. I think I need to see the boys.”
The pictures are of course silent, Stephanie’s not crazy, but this is keeping her brain occupied tonight better than wondering where the Cluemaster is off hatching his plot, this time without the clues to get him into trouble. Not for long. Stephanie just has to follow him, figure out what he’s up to, leave some carefully crafted easy to read clues and let Batman and Robin do the rest of the work.
If she can just pick out a damn costume first. She holds up a photo of Superman, “Too patriotic.” Another of Green Lantern and Green Arrow. “Robin’s got the market on green and that mask…” She sighs and puts the photos down. Some Superheroes weren’t really smart about their outfits. And the pile she knew better (unfortunately of villain costumes) wasn’t any better, but at least people like Harley Quinn knew how to hide their face.
Batman hid his face pretty well, but-Stephanie bites her lip. She doesn’t want to be too recognizable and while that stupid lone ranger kerchief thing Dad has going on isn’t exactly high fashion it does hide his identity pretty well.
Or it would if he didn’t give out his name. And get caught. All the time.
Stephanie smirks a little and picks up her sketch of Batman. Batgirl’s outfit was good, but Stephanie thinks boots without heels would probably be better if she’s going to be stealthy. She sketches out a full mask and frowns. The ears are too much. She erases them. She doesn’t want to be a Batman fangirl, just-Stephanie thinks it looks a little weird, but maybe if she adds something over the black head mask.
“Hey…” Stephanie grabs her comic cut out of Warrior Angel. He totally had a hood thing going on when he was in his broody phase. “Different color and it might work. Just the mask could be black.” She sketches out a careful picture of the top, includes some support with a couple of strap on handles, she has to carry that equipment she got from Radio Hut somewhere.
“To cape or not to cape,” Stephanie hums, tapping her chin with the pencil and glancing at the pictures pinned to the wall.
Dad didn’t have a cape.
Stephanie snorts. “Cape it is.”
Stephanie stares at her finished sketch and nods to herself. “Perfect.” She grins and lifts herself up off the desk and stares at her bed where all the extra fabric she has is carefully sorted out. She already eliminated the tough stuff, so it’s just a few colors left. She needs something stealthy, so the yellow isn’t going to work. She holds it up, maybe a cute shirt for when this was all over though.
“Not orange,” Stephanie says to the fabric in front of her. “Never orange.” She shoves it aside and stares at the purple fabric in front of her. “What am I going to go by, the Purple Pumpernickel?” The alliteration on that was horrible.
Stephanie frowns and picks up the fabric. It’s a little darker than she previously thought its more-“Eggplant,” than purple anyway. Well, Stephanie pulls at it to see its give.
She grins and rolls it up so she can carry it better. “Eggplant it is.”
Stephanie tip-toes down the stairs with the fabric in her arms. It doesn’t matter; Mom’s passed out on the couch. She wouldn’t wake up if the house shook.
“Sorry, Daddy,” Stephanie murmurs as she plugs in the sewing machine. “Stephy’s coming to spoil all your plans.”
Stephanie pauses under sewing table and sits up straight. “That could work.”
Her mother turns over on a snort.
The Spoiler gets to work.