Ao3's Batfamily

I've been having a Constantine hyper-fixation. I love the concept Steph following him around and bothering him.

'The Fate We Weave' by AppleSwan and loreoftheforgotten

Authors: @appleswan and @loreoftheforgotten

“Obviously,” John massages the bridge of his nose, watching as she sips hesitantly on the tap water. “I suppose my question should be why . I know that Zatanna and Bruce are… close, why not go to her with your little mythical problem?”

“Because I don’t need another Bruce. I don’t need another Tim. I don’t need someone telling me what I can and can’t do because it’s good and right and not wrong and bad. And–” She pauses, focusing her attention down at the water in her cup. “And I read Bruce’s file on you. I know you won’t care.”

“I want you to teach me to be a witch,” Stephanie looks up, meeting John's gaze with conviction. There it is. There’s the damned point.

“Pardon?” He closes his eyes, letting the gentle breeze of stale Jersey air waft into the room.

“I want to be a witch.”

“No, I heard you. I just thought that the bats were allergic to magic.”

'closet space' by adelfie

Author: @adelfie

“You’re crying.”

“It’s just sweat,” lies Steph, very unconvincingly.

And in Jason’s eyes, Steph sees just how many similarities the closet has to a coffin.

Then he looks down at her. “How’d you get yourself bolted in there in the first place?”

“Accident,” Steph says, shifting her gaze away.

No Luck

'Have I Told You About Minnie?' by Hinn_Raven

Author: @secretlystephaniebrown

“Use the fake identity Master Bruce gave you, Minnie Malone. You’re looking for your uncle, your cousin Pete’s got caught by Batman, and he needs to come home now.”

“Got it,” Steph says, letting her hair out of her ponytail.

“Hey girlie, you’re too young to in here,” the guy at the door says, looking bored.

“It’s fuckin’ Gotham, who cares?” She demands, throwing a heavy Burnley accent on for good measure. She flinches, as if she’s realizing that she shouldn’t have said that. “Look, I’m sorry, I’m just lookin’ for my Uncle Matches, an’ my mom says he’s here tonight, I—”

“No shit,” the man says, suddenly. “Are you Minnie?”

“Yeah I am,” she says, putting her hands on her hips, wondering what the hell Bruce has gotten her into. “What’s it to you?”

The man laughs. “Damn, I was starting to think you were a figment of Matches’ imagination.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Uncle Matches wishes he was smart enough to come up with me.”

He flat out cackles, slapping his knee. “Damn, you really are Matches’ girl. Alright kid, go on in.”

smol steph!

'Never Get You Right' by audreycritter

Author: @audreycritter

“I’m fine,” Bruce managed to say. His insides were not, not at all, but it felt more like pain than dying. “I’m enroute to the Cave. I have a guest.”

“I’m Stephanie,” she said to the speakers. “Batman rescued me and now he’s bleeding on my pajamas.”

“Sir,” Alfred said sharply, and then, in a much kinder tone: “Good evening, Miss Stephanie.”

“It’s only small knife laceration,” Bruce tried to protest, but his words were slurred. He looked down and hell, but that was a lot of blood. A lot more than he was expecting. “Oh. There’s a, uh…towel…in the…” he gestured limply with one hand.

“Hey, I guess we’re rescuing each other, huh?” Stephanie said cheerfully, just a slight tremor underneath the surface.

Also this

'hit 'em up style' by TheResurrectionist

Author: @frownyalfred

“I really was shocked by what was being put out by menstrual product giants,” Wayne said in an interview with The Daily Planet on Monday afternoon. “I wanted to buy something safe and healthy for my daughter, and, frankly, I’m disappointed that it was so difficult to do so.”

Wayne shared that the WE line of menstrual products feature zero single use plastics, and eliminated several harmful components, such as polyethylene, commonly used by its competitors. 

“People deserve to know what they’re putting in their bodies,” Wayne added, “and they should be able to find out how that’s affecting the environment.” 

Initial reactions to the line’s release were largely positive, quelling investors’ fears as WE stock surged Monday morning with news of the release. WE’s line, dubbed “Steph’s”, can be found at any major retailer starting Friday.

No Luck. I'll tell you if I find anything.

This is one of my favriote interpretations of Cass. (It takes a bit for the reader to see her, but after chapter 3 she gets a lot of screen time.)

'Little Birds’ Wings' by SpaceWall

’Heroless City’ the stark words read, jumping out at Jason straight away. It was a Lois Lane byline too, which meant the information was probably good. Above them was a picture of the batsignal being dismantled. The green cracked, and for the first time in months, perhaps years, Jason felt something totally untinged by anger: curiosity.

Jason checked the time, realized he had five minutes to wait for the subway, and unfolded the paper.

Gotham has been a city of capes for almost a decade. Batman, a founding member of the Justice League, was her first, and foremost. Many saw Gotham herself reflected in him, dark, inscrutable, and fearless. For Gothamites, he was a symbol of the best and the worst of the city.

No one has seen Batman in more than a year.

Fuck me, Jason thought, and read on. By the time he got on the subway – two minutes late, of course – he’d learned that Batman was gone. He hadn’t been seen out with the Justice League since Jason died, and in Gotham, reports of him had been dwindling for a long time.

Also conspicuous in his absence is the terrorist, described by some as a ‘supervillain’, known as the Joker. Some Gothamites viewed the Joker as Batman’s equal and opposite. This view seems rather prescient now. The Joker vanished many years before the final appearance of Batman, though the Bat’s denouement began soon after.

It didn’t make any damn sense. The Joker had killed Jason, and no one had caught him, and now Batman was gone. It would have made sense if Joker had killed Bruce too and he’d vanished all at once, but this slow disappearance made no sense at all.

Thank you, this one was a delight!

'seventeen going under' by BoneRot19

Author: @bonerot19

"Hey, kid," Nightwing said from behind him, his voice sounding miles away. "I need you to talk to the cops, okay?"

"No thanks," Jason said, stooping to pick up shards of broken dishes. His ears were still ringing. He wasn't positive he was breathing.

"C'mon."

"Fuck off," Jason said, impassively. He was so fucking tired. 

"Nightwing," Stephanie said sharply, and the hovering presence of the vigilante disappeared. Jason tossed ceramic pieces into the garbage and started righting the furniture.

"Your nose might be broken," Steph said, suddenly right next to him. 

Jason raised an eyebrow and hucked the cushions back on the couch.  "No shit."

'never fear, big sister is here!' by antebunny

Author: @antebunny

“Are those…gunshots?”

And two incredibly suspicious younger siblings.

“No,” lies Jason, like a lying liar. He pushes a dryer in front of another exit. Then he uses his grappling hook to tear the grate off the ceiling vent. He’s far too big to fit in the vents, but potentially the Dodds won’t know that.

“Oh my bad, that must be a completely unrelated sound which happens to be indistinguishable from gunfire,” Tim snarks.

“Jason. We know what gunshots sound like.”

Oh God, Tim and Steph are working in tandem now. Jason is screwed.