You (Batman : Jason, Steph [G])
Fandom: Batman
Title: You
Characters: Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown
Rating: G
Word Count: 718
Summary: Stephanie decides to stock Jason's cupboards, because as even Robins they have more than one thing in common.
Notes: prompt #59 - Food for fanfic100 Table | I had way too much fun with this one.
“What are you doing here?” Jason doesn’t open the door all the way. He doesn’t put too much emphasis on ‘you’ either. It’s not a you, like what are you, the last person I would want to see doing here. Or a normal you that might indicate he had any sort of relationship or normalcy with her. It’s somewhere in between.
“Groceries!” Stephanie says cheerily. Jason doesn’t stop staring at her, still not sure if she’s some kind of robot sent to kill him. He’s not sure if that would be better.
“…Why?” he notices the bag in her hand.
The blonde has a way of looking at him that on anyone else would look stupid, but on her looks calculating. It’s all in the eyes; hers never really smile even when her teeth are flashing at him.
“You eat, right?” She pushes past him, ignoring the fact that he cold probably tip her over in a second. Could definitely break at least four bones in her arms before she had a chance to drop the bag.
But the pill he took this morning makes him not want to do that. Or so he tells his weekly prescribed therapist visit. “Usually.” He eyes her as she strolls into the kitchen, wondering how she just knew where it was without even glancing around the apartment. “I have food,” he adds, trying to figure out how to get her out in the quickest and painless way possible.
Stephanie just grins at him again; her eyes don’t smile. “Yeah, you have boy food. The nutritional equivalent of cardboard frozen and easily reheated.”
“I also have cereal,” Jason says, pulling a smirk and he almost leaves the door open as a gesture for her to leave, but with the people in this rich crazy kids’ group home he’s not sure that’s a great idea and shuts it. Leaving it unlocked. She’ll get the message.
“Uh huh,” Stephanie shakes her head and starts to take out boxes of prepackaged hamburger helper and instant mashed potatoes.
Jason cocks an eyebrow and leans his arms against the counter, separating the kitchen from the living room. “You know… Stephy, that’s not healthy either.”
Stephanie’s smile is small and her eyes sort of peak out from under her forehead. He’s not sure he likes that look any better than the grin. “Comfort food, when you’re too lazy to order out to a deli. And besides, I didn’t say I was bringing you healthy food.”
“Just not frozen cardboard.”
“Exactly,” Stephanie grins again and starts putting things in shelves. Organized like she’s been here before and doesn’t have to look around.
Jason suddenly feels like there are bugs on the back of his neck and wonders who else has been looking at the cameras he ignores in here. He’s going to have to start flashing them more after his shower.
“Brown,” he tries out. It doesn’t have the same bite as blondie, so he shelves it. “What are you doing here?”
Blondie rolls her eyes and lets out a light sigh. “I thought, you know? Since we had some previous connections… things in common, we should associate a little bit.”
“Because we were both red chested birds?” Jason crosses his arms over his chest, and lets his eyebrows meet.
Stephanie fiddles with the bag of mallowmars she’s been trying to put in the cow shaped cookie jar. She looks up at him again, no smile. “Because we were both dead.”
“Oh,” Jason says, because there’s nothing really else. He lets the silence drown them out before- “So you’re not over here to get into my pants? Because if you are, we have to do it in the bathroom, I think that’s the only place O doesn’t have a camera.”
Stephanie throws the empty box of cookies at him, he catches it. “Like I would!” She gives him a sly smile; it reaches her eyes for once. “You’re not my type.” Way too much emphasis on the you.
Jason spins the box in his hand. “Right you’re only interested in the Warlocks and Warrior’s crowd…” he gasps. “Should I get out my stats and buy some trading cards and woo you?”
Stephanie just smiles again and turns on her heel, putting the rest of the groceries away. “You wish.”
Title: You
Characters: Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown
Rating: G
Word Count: 718
Summary: Stephanie decides to stock Jason's cupboards, because as even Robins they have more than one thing in common.
Notes: prompt #59 - Food for fanfic100 Table | I had way too much fun with this one.
“What are you doing here?” Jason doesn’t open the door all the way. He doesn’t put too much emphasis on ‘you’ either. It’s not a you, like what are you, the last person I would want to see doing here. Or a normal you that might indicate he had any sort of relationship or normalcy with her. It’s somewhere in between.
“Groceries!” Stephanie says cheerily. Jason doesn’t stop staring at her, still not sure if she’s some kind of robot sent to kill him. He’s not sure if that would be better.
“…Why?” he notices the bag in her hand.
The blonde has a way of looking at him that on anyone else would look stupid, but on her looks calculating. It’s all in the eyes; hers never really smile even when her teeth are flashing at him.
“You eat, right?” She pushes past him, ignoring the fact that he cold probably tip her over in a second. Could definitely break at least four bones in her arms before she had a chance to drop the bag.
But the pill he took this morning makes him not want to do that. Or so he tells his weekly prescribed therapist visit. “Usually.” He eyes her as she strolls into the kitchen, wondering how she just knew where it was without even glancing around the apartment. “I have food,” he adds, trying to figure out how to get her out in the quickest and painless way possible.
Stephanie just grins at him again; her eyes don’t smile. “Yeah, you have boy food. The nutritional equivalent of cardboard frozen and easily reheated.”
“I also have cereal,” Jason says, pulling a smirk and he almost leaves the door open as a gesture for her to leave, but with the people in this rich crazy kids’ group home he’s not sure that’s a great idea and shuts it. Leaving it unlocked. She’ll get the message.
“Uh huh,” Stephanie shakes her head and starts to take out boxes of prepackaged hamburger helper and instant mashed potatoes.
Jason cocks an eyebrow and leans his arms against the counter, separating the kitchen from the living room. “You know… Stephy, that’s not healthy either.”
Stephanie’s smile is small and her eyes sort of peak out from under her forehead. He’s not sure he likes that look any better than the grin. “Comfort food, when you’re too lazy to order out to a deli. And besides, I didn’t say I was bringing you healthy food.”
“Just not frozen cardboard.”
“Exactly,” Stephanie grins again and starts putting things in shelves. Organized like she’s been here before and doesn’t have to look around.
Jason suddenly feels like there are bugs on the back of his neck and wonders who else has been looking at the cameras he ignores in here. He’s going to have to start flashing them more after his shower.
“Brown,” he tries out. It doesn’t have the same bite as blondie, so he shelves it. “What are you doing here?”
Blondie rolls her eyes and lets out a light sigh. “I thought, you know? Since we had some previous connections… things in common, we should associate a little bit.”
“Because we were both red chested birds?” Jason crosses his arms over his chest, and lets his eyebrows meet.
Stephanie fiddles with the bag of mallowmars she’s been trying to put in the cow shaped cookie jar. She looks up at him again, no smile. “Because we were both dead.”
“Oh,” Jason says, because there’s nothing really else. He lets the silence drown them out before- “So you’re not over here to get into my pants? Because if you are, we have to do it in the bathroom, I think that’s the only place O doesn’t have a camera.”
Stephanie throws the empty box of cookies at him, he catches it. “Like I would!” She gives him a sly smile; it reaches her eyes for once. “You’re not my type.” Way too much emphasis on the you.
Jason spins the box in his hand. “Right you’re only interested in the Warlocks and Warrior’s crowd…” he gasps. “Should I get out my stats and buy some trading cards and woo you?”
Stephanie just smiles again and turns on her heel, putting the rest of the groceries away. “You wish.”