Disclaimer: I don't own either Stephanie or Jason, or anyone else.
A/N: I plan on this being a series of one-shots centred around Stephanie and Jason just hanging out and being awesome, because I think a team ups between the Even Robins should happen more often. As usual, tell me if there's anything wrong with characters or anything (This is my first time writing Stephanie), and I'll try and change it or something. Other than that, I really have no plans for any of this, so if you have any suggestions, please feel free to write them in a review or send me a message or something. I don't know.
This is pretty short, but I just wanted it to be a sort of introduction to the whole thing. Hopefully I'll update it some time soon.
Sorry, this turned into an essay.
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Stephanie Brown pulled her scarf tighter around her nose, shivering slightly in the autumnal Gotham chill, eyes cast down on the pavement, deep in thought.
She just hoped Jason was going to turn up – that this wasn't just some stupidly elaborate prank.
Jason wouldn't do something like that, surely?
Or would he?
Groaning at her own suspicion and grumpiness (she blamed the Batman for this new development in her temperament), Stephanie fixed a grin on her face and pushed open the café doors, letting a blast of warm air swirl onto the cold street.
Jason would show.
Jason Todd swung his leg over his bike, dismounting and pulling off his helmet, a grimace fixed on his face, eyebrows knotted into a deep frown.
Why was he doing this again?
Oh yeah, because this was the first meeting of the 'Dead Robins'.
And why were they meeting?
That's it – because he'd been dumb enough to make a quip about a 'Dead Robins Club' when he ran into Batgirl and Red Robin on patrol. Because he'd been dumb enough to actually continue the conversation, long after it had stopped being a quip.
Because he'd been dumb enough to pick a date, time and location.
If he had to be honest he was pretty pleased with the location. It was a small café, situated on neutral ground; nowhere too posh and nowhere too run down. Nowhere where they were likely to get ambushed and shot at, nowhere they were likely to be disturbed.
Because if Dick found out he was actually holding civil conversations with some members of their ragtag 'family', he'd never be able to escape from him again.
Still lost in his dark reverie, Jason pushed open the door of the very same café Stephanie had entered minutes before, glancing around, letting his eyes grow accustomed to the slightly gloomy interior. Over in one corner he saw a girl waving at him cheerily, blond hair loose over her shoulders, a dark purple t-shirt just poking out from under layers and layers of jumpers. Fixing a smile on his face he ordered a coffee and then went to sit down.
"I didn't think you'd show." He said as he slumped into a seat opposite Stephanie, who watched him as she took a sip of her hot chocolate.
"Charming." She muttered, raising her eyebrows slightly, pausing for a moment before bluntly adding, "I wasn't actually sure you'd come, either." Jason grinned, mood swiftly changing.
"You sayin' you doubted I'd be here? Nah, I wanted to meet the newbie Batgirl. And you were with Replacement. I couldn't resist asking his girlfriend out, since he's probably never been able to." Stephanie rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh.
"Ooohh. So that's what this is." Jason shrugged.
"In part."
"And the other part?" It was Jason's turn to smile again as he lifted his coffee mug, raising it.
"To the Dead Robins." He intoned, and Stephanie followed suit, tapping her own mug against his.
"To the actually not dead Robins." She chirruped, and Jason smiled.
"Cheers."