"You're Batgirl." The question is incredulous and a bit rude. Immediately Jason bristles because fuck you, you dick (not Dick's well fitting name but the actual word dick). Dick can be passive aggressive towards him all he wants but not towards Steph. He's actually come to like the possibly slightly insane blonde. Oh who he's kidding? She is insane. But she saved his and his mother's life and doesn't compare him to the golden boy in front of them. So yeah. He could have picked a worse person to like.
All the while, Steph doesn't even bat an eyelash at Dick's question. Too busy at sleepily stabbing her waffles with her fork before eating them. It isn't till she chews and shallows a mouthful of waffles, butter, and syrup that she speaks.
"Yes and I was Robin. Can I eat my delicious waffles before I write you a memo?" The annoyance and then sarcasm in Steph's voice is stronger than Bruce's sense of justice.
No one (except Alfred because Alfred sees all) notices the big boob choking on his coffee. Jason already knew this (the whole "Dead Robins Club that doesn't even give you a lousy t-shirt" gave it away) but he's too focused on Dick's face to notice Bruce choking on his coffee. That and not dying from laughter. Which he's failing at but it's good way to die. Much better than a gruesome death by the clown prince of Gotham.
"You were Robin," Dick croaks out and Jason can't keep the shit eating grin off his face; the grin could even be described as childish but then again Jason never claimed to be adult? (He just has a tendency to act like he is one.) Jason knows this is more than just being replaced (once again) by Bruce. It has something to do with the name. Robin for some reason means a lot to Dickiebird. It's personal to him and it cuts deep to have some brats take the name -no, his name.
Steph looks up (Glares while squinting? Squinting daggers? Squinting in annoyance?) from her still not finished waffles before her face softens. Suddenly she doesn't look like the insane, bright, and bubbly blonde Jason has come to know. She looks tired and an old soul. It's disturbing to observe.
"Look, I know being replaced sucks. It really does. And I know that Robin means to you but get over yourself. Tim is a little boy who's neglected, is innocent besides his cute stalking tendencies, and most importantly looks up to you and needs your help. One day he's gonna become the best Robin and you're not going to have a stick up your butt when he does. Now let me plan the evil I'm going to inflict to the Drakes as I eat my waffles and drink my coffee in peace."
A/N: Originally posted on ao3 under the pen name youngjusticewriter.