A/N: Okay, so I have not a single idea how to play Supergirl…but it was requested. So I did my best. They're teenage girls at a concert for crying out loud, so I'm guessing 'fangirl' is appropriate. For the purpose of this fic—and I don't know what the real dealio is—Kara, Steph, and Dick know one another's identities. The only Kara I know is the Young Justice version, so that's what you get. Dick/Steph moments were also requested, so there're a couple sweet ones here. Beware the fluff, it comes in abundance.

Also, Steel Ribbons, as far as I know, is not a real band…

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Dick crosses his arms over the plush leather chair Stephanie's working from, his chin atop his hands. She doesn't pop over to the Cave as much anymore, choosing to work on her own. He's missed her. Mostly Bruce and Damian hang around—they do live upstairs, after all, and Bruce has been having some…trouble with his son lately—but they're more glass half empty people.

"Hey Steph," he says cheerily. "Something important?" he asks, indicating the monitor before her.

"Hi Dick," she grins, craning her neck to look up at him. "Not really, but my Internet's down, so…" She shrugs.

And it was easier to come out to the Manor and down to the Cave than to go to a café with wifi? "Ah. So, what are you doing?"

"Just buying some concert tickets." Her grin widens.

He chuckles. "They why do you look like the bird that swallowed the canar—" She closes the window, but not before Dick can catch a 'glimpse' at it. "Hold up. The Steel Ribbons?" The band doesn't have the…best reputation. Actually: Death Cult Worshipers was pretty accurate. And their concerts…

"Yep."

"Please tell me you're going—under cover, or something."

"Nope."

"Then….surely you're not going alone."

"Nope."

"I-can-give-one-word-answers-too."

Her fingers fly up one at a time, one for each word. "That was seven words, genius."

"Nope. It was all hyphenated. One word." He grins in his triumph and spins her chair around to face him. "Who're you going with?"

"…Kara."

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Dick and Steph wait outside the massive stadium until Kara flies up. In civvies, nonchalantly flying. Dick groans…on the inside. Stephanie's perceivably annoyed that he's here, and he agreed to be nice. She swears they're just angsty girls that like the tantrum music.

A few people recognize Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne's Dick Grayson, the handsome boy that was just as loaded but much less showy with his money. One or two girls giggle, most are raven-haired and have multiple piercings and just roll their eyes or scoff. Rich boy, spoiled kid doesn't know how the rest of us SUFFER. And Dick can't help but smirk at that.

Kara's made them late, and when they make their way through the back doors, it's packed. There's a ring of about four feet around the back where no people are, but that's only because people are pushed up so closely to the stage. As Dick stands back, just far enough so he can see the girls over the heads of a few rockers, he wonders why he's here. It's not like the girls can't handle themselves, especially with Kara there. Except that she can be the slightest bit flighty, but Stephanie's focused enough. To be honest, he worries about his little sister sometimes. Even knowing her death was a scheme, he can't help but to hold on to some of the grief for the blond-haired, blue-eyed kid. She's sweet, not to mention the only other family member that'll willing wear matching Christmas sweaters with him. And she can usually get Tim on board too.

At least they stand out as the only two blonds in the whole place, he thinks with a smile. Maybe it's really not a death cult. The music isn't terrible, only the screamo. Some of the lyrics are even meaningful, and they have more than one song about double lives and being in the dark alone and he can relate. Dick even starts to mumble the chorus to a particularly catchy song when he notices the girls trying to push their way forward—Kara trying desperately not to break anyone's bones, and Steph's trying to get past the tightly packed bodies.

Smooth, kids.

Dick steps forward and grabs her hand from where it's trying to pry two leather-clad shoulders apart.

"Hey!" she shouts, exasperated. Ohmygod, she thinks in complete dismay. This is the most uncool thing to ever happen to me EVER. "Dick, come on! Let goooo!" she moans.

He rolls his eyes and grabs Kara's hand. Her eyes bulge, but she doesn't say anything.

Dick literally and strategically charms their way forward. Telling people as they pass that he admires their hair—which some of the styles are really cool—or asking where they got a particularly kickass pair of boots or simply telling them he promised he'd get his sisters to the front. It's hard to keep their hands, but if he doesn't he knows they'll be swept to the back. So they thread through where they can, convince people to let them pass when they must, and he even holds their hands over people's heads when they get stuck for a verse or two.

Stephanie's stopped struggling, and while they still both jump and bounce in time with the head-splitting drum beats, they follow gratefully. Despite getting stuck in the mosh pit and Dick taking a detour to help some teenage boy wearing skinny jeans and black lipstick who got a tooth punched out in a fight, they get to the front for the last three numbers and hold their ground well. The lead singer touches Kara's hand—which she swears she'll never wash again—and gives a vampire-toothed grin to Stephanie, making her practically melt. After the band leaves the stage, they all join the rest of the crowd in chanting 'Steel Ribbons, Steel Ribbons, Steel Ribbons!' until they get an encore. Even Dick, who's starting to genuinely enjoy the way they incorporate complicated guitar riffs, the powerful bass, and even the occasional painful wail.

It takes forever to get out of the arena, and as they wait it's too loud to ear with all the chatting and pumped up laughter from everyone else. They finally say goodbye to Kara though, and she flies off with a new poster clutched in her hands, and this time Dick does moan, knowing full well that she can hear him. They get to Dick's car and it takes them the better part of an hour to get out of the traffic caused by the Steel Ribbons. Steph's nearly asleep by the time he stops in front of her house, and she looks like she's drowning in her new black t-shirt—they'd only had larges left, and she'd taken one gladly. He shakes her shoulder gently and she starts, looking at him with surprised eyes, then down at the logo across her chest, remembering.

Next thing he knows there are arms around him, and Stephanie's hugging him tightly across the seat.

"Thanks for taking us to the concert, Dick," she says in a voice croaking from sleep and screaming. "You're the best big brother."

"Anytime," he assures her, hugging back tightly before letting her go and watching her walk inside.