DCU Fanfic: Don't Call Me Babe
Title: Don't Call Me Babe
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Steph, Jason, mentions of Damian, Dick, and Tim
Pairing(s): Jason/Steph
Word Count: 523
Genre: general/drama
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Spoilers for Red Robin #12 and inspired by that issue. Steph!muse was no happy. Steph is pissed, so she calls the new number she found on her phone.
Link: N/A
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Anger couldn't even begin to describe what she was feeling. Even pissed off was too light a word for it. Maybe about to hulk out would be more apt, but she wasn't that kind of nerd. No, that was Tim. Tim who was apparently engaged to that girl she had saved last night. Now, it was all over the papers, Damian wouldn't let it go as a topic of conversation, and Tim just to be very confused.
All of which just lead to Steph being angrier. She shoved Damian off a roof at the end of patrol, sure he'd safe himself, and if he didn't, Dick was nearby to swoop and save the brat. Patrol wasn't near over, but Steph was not in the mood to be around the whole Batclan, especially Tim. For his credit, he did deny it and try to apologize, but before he could finish, an emergency came up.
Now, Steph was at home, dressed to go clubbing like she did a week ago. She fiddled with the phone, scrolling down until she got to the new number she found in her phone after she got home and finished talking to her mother. Her mom really thought the text was from her, so Steph hadn't gotten trouble that night, and apparently, that wasn't all Jason did. He left his number, and a text in the drafts about calling him anytime.
She had yet to call him because leaving his number in her phone like that was so damned cocky, but Steph wanted to have a fun night to get her mind off Tim, and Jason had provided the last time. That thought made her blush, the one-night stand still quite fresh in her mind even after a week of assassins and saving targets.
Taking in a deep breath and letting it out calmly, Steph pressed the call button and waited for Jason to answer. When he didn't pick up, she frowned and cursed herself for getting her hopes up as she flipped her cell shut. Once it shut, it vibrated in her hand, telling her she had a text. Fumbling with the phone for a moment before flipping it back open, she found the text was from Jason.
Can't talk. Too loud at the club, and I can't get outside. Sorry. What's up?
Before she could even think about it, Steph was texting him back. Which club and can I meet you there? Shitty night.
When she hit send, she stared at the screen for a moment, wondering if this was really a good idea. She'd only met him at a club then had sex with him. Okay, really good sex and he didn't skimp on the protection aspect either, which she really liked, but that didn't mean she should see him again.
Her cell buzzed again, interrupting her thought. She flipped it open and read the text. Same as last time. I'll wait for you by the bar, babe.
A little grin curved her lips as she hit him back with another text before heading out the door.
See ya in a few. And don't call me babe.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Steph, Jason, mentions of Damian, Dick, and Tim
Pairing(s): Jason/Steph
Word Count: 523
Genre: general/drama
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Spoilers for Red Robin #12 and inspired by that issue. Steph!muse was no happy. Steph is pissed, so she calls the new number she found on her phone.
Link: N/A
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Anger couldn't even begin to describe what she was feeling. Even pissed off was too light a word for it. Maybe about to hulk out would be more apt, but she wasn't that kind of nerd. No, that was Tim. Tim who was apparently engaged to that girl she had saved last night. Now, it was all over the papers, Damian wouldn't let it go as a topic of conversation, and Tim just to be very confused.
All of which just lead to Steph being angrier. She shoved Damian off a roof at the end of patrol, sure he'd safe himself, and if he didn't, Dick was nearby to swoop and save the brat. Patrol wasn't near over, but Steph was not in the mood to be around the whole Batclan, especially Tim. For his credit, he did deny it and try to apologize, but before he could finish, an emergency came up.
Now, Steph was at home, dressed to go clubbing like she did a week ago. She fiddled with the phone, scrolling down until she got to the new number she found in her phone after she got home and finished talking to her mother. Her mom really thought the text was from her, so Steph hadn't gotten trouble that night, and apparently, that wasn't all Jason did. He left his number, and a text in the drafts about calling him anytime.
She had yet to call him because leaving his number in her phone like that was so damned cocky, but Steph wanted to have a fun night to get her mind off Tim, and Jason had provided the last time. That thought made her blush, the one-night stand still quite fresh in her mind even after a week of assassins and saving targets.
Taking in a deep breath and letting it out calmly, Steph pressed the call button and waited for Jason to answer. When he didn't pick up, she frowned and cursed herself for getting her hopes up as she flipped her cell shut. Once it shut, it vibrated in her hand, telling her she had a text. Fumbling with the phone for a moment before flipping it back open, she found the text was from Jason.
Can't talk. Too loud at the club, and I can't get outside. Sorry. What's up?
Before she could even think about it, Steph was texting him back. Which club and can I meet you there? Shitty night.
When she hit send, she stared at the screen for a moment, wondering if this was really a good idea. She'd only met him at a club then had sex with him. Okay, really good sex and he didn't skimp on the protection aspect either, which she really liked, but that didn't mean she should see him again.
Her cell buzzed again, interrupting her thought. She flipped it open and read the text. Same as last time. I'll wait for you by the bar, babe.
A little grin curved her lips as she hit him back with another text before heading out the door.
See ya in a few. And don't call me babe.