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Jason and Stephanie were keeping a secret.
It wasn’t a world-ending, earth-shattering, villainous secret. It wasn’t even something that needed to be a secret, but it was and they were keeping it because they just wanted some things to be between them for a while.
The secret was, of course, that they were in love.
It was difficult not to make eyes at each other from across the cave during boring Batman-mandated team meetings. It was more difficult still to make out in the locker rooms and avoid getting caught. Perhaps the most difficult, though, was keeping it from Cass, whose perceptive eyes watched every twitch of their fingers and lingering glance.
Jason and Stephanie were in love and they weren’t telling anyone, and this would have been fine forever, right up until the day Bruce called them down to the cave and said, “I have a mission for you.”
“Just us?” Steph asked, chewing her bubblegum slowly. Jason held his hand out for a piece and she dug it out of her utility belt, dropping it into his palm with a wink.
“Yes,” Bruce confirmed, his voice gravelly. “Friday night. At Lombardi’s.”
“Hold up,” Jason said, straightening. “That’s Valentine’s Day.”
“Yes,” Bruce replied.
“Why can’t you do it?” Jason demanded.
“I’ll be attending to other matters,” Bruce replied stiffly.
“He’ll be in the company of the cat burglar,” Damian chimed in from under the Batcomputer’s desk, a Gameboy in his hands. “I intend on making myself scarce.”
“Damian,” Bruce’s tone was a warning, and wordlessly, Damian got up from his hiding spot and flounced away, Gameboy still clutched in his hand. Bruce fixed his gaze back onto Jason and Stephanie. “As I was saying. As the two of you are both adults and neither of you are in a relationship, it seemed fitting that this particular mission be done by the two of you.”
“What’s the mission, B?” Steph blew a little pink bubble, let it pop, then continued chewing. The distaste was evident on Bruce’s face, but he’d long grown used to her idiosyncrasies. The gum chewing was one of the few he could tolerate completely.
“I need you to go undercover at Lombardi’s as a couple,” Bruce turned to the computer and tapped a few keys on the keyboard, bringing up a schematic of the restaurant, a photograph of a bottle of wine, and photographs each of the Mayor and a man Steph didn’t recognise. Another few taps and Bruce pulled up another photo, and Jason audibly groaned.
“Not Kite-Man,” he pleaded. “Please, Bruce, I’ll take every fight with Condiment King for the next year if you don’t make me fight Kite-Man.”
“I like Kite-Man,” Steph said a little defensively, elbowing her beau in the side. “He’s a dork.”
“Be that as it may,” Bruce intoned, and Jason and Steph stopped staring at each other long enough to pay attention to their mentor. “I need you to go undercover, apprehend Kite-Man, and ensure the Mayor’s evening goes to plan.”
“Why do we care about what happens to the Mayor?” Steph asked, tilting her head to one side. Her gum had almost lost its flavour.
“Mayor Hartley is one of the Wayne Foundation’s biggest supporters,” Bruce replied, tapping away at the keyboard to bring up a file correlating data of Mayor Hartley’s personal donations and Wayne Foundation funds. “She does good things for this city, and if we show her that even crimefighters have their place here, she may support our actions further.”
“Bruce made a friend and he wants us to make sure she has a good night,” Jason translated for Stephanie. Steph snorted, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. Bruce looked between them, unimpressed.
“I expect you not to fail,” he said, and then he turned and walked away, his cape spilling out behind him like an inky trail.
“Great pep talk, Bruce!” Steph yelled out to his retreating back. She turned to Jason. “So, Todd. Can you pretend to be my lover for an evening?”
“I’m sure it won’t be hard,” Jason snorted, nudging her.
She grinned back at him, folding her arms across her chest, and he slung an arm across her shoulders.
“C’mon,” he said, leading her to the elevator, “I’ve got ideas for our Bat-sanctioned date night.”
Steph squirmed her way into her ankle-length lilac dress, huffing when she couldn’t quite reach the zipper – even with her flexibility. She glared at her reflection, fanning out her blonde curls over her shoulders and wrinkling her nose.
“Hey, beautiful,” came a voice from outside the door. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” she called back. The bathroom door slid open, and Jason peered around it, his hair dishevelled. He must’ve ridden his motorcycle over. “Don’t look at me, I’m a mess.”
“You’re perfect,” Jason replied, wordlessly zipping up her dress in one smooth movement. “You’re not wearing your suit underneath?”
“Yeah, babe, let me just stick twenty pounds of body armour under chiffon. That’ll go down great.” Steph huffed again, fussing with her hair. Jason looked a little taken aback when she glanced at his reflection, and she sighed, closing her eyes. “I’m sorry if that came out rude. I’m packing my light suit in my purse.”
“The spandex?” Jason asked, digging through her top drawer. He produced a soft nude lipstick and held it out to her. “This one goes with your colouring the best.”
“I think so too,” Steph said.
She accepted the lipstick tube from him, their hands brushing a moment, and she uncapped it and twisted the lipstick up in a practiced motion. She leaned in close to the mirror, swiping the soft nude colour over her full bottom lip, applying it lightly across the top, careful to get the edges of her Cupid’s bow. She rubbed her lips together and smacked them, turning her head from side to side.
“Beautiful,” Jason said, one hand curling around her waist. She turned to face him, letting him pull her close until their bodies were flush with each other. She stared up at him, appreciating the hard curve of his jaw, his long lashes.
“You shaved,” she said, bringing one hand up to run her thumb down his cheekbone and to his jawline.
“Well, yeah,” Jason replied, grinning down at her. “I’ve got to look the part.”
Steph shook her head with a chuckle, burying her head in the crook of his neck. The grip around her waist tightened, and she sighed, keeping one hand on his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
“Do I look good?” Steph asked, leaning back and looking up at him.
“Of course you do,” Jason said, tilting her jaw upwards. “You look beautiful.”
He leaned down and kissed her before she could tell him not to smudge her lipstick, and she leaned into it, wrapping her arms around his neck. They swayed for a moment, the bathroom melting away to nothing, and it was just them, Jason and Stephanie, kissing with a fierce passion neither had ever felt before.
Steph leaned back and inspected her reflection. “You even managed not to smudge my lipstick.”
“Give me some credit,” Jason laughed. She pulled herself out of his grip and twisted the lid off her mascara, leaning in close to the mirror again. Jason watched her with a bemused smile, leaning against the bathroom counter. “Hey, once you’re all dolled up, we should get going.”
“I know,” Steph said, glancing at the time on her phone. They had to be at the restaurant in a little under an hour.
The bathroom was silent for a few moments before Jason cleared his throat and said, “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Yeah?” Steph asked, fussing with her hair. She glanced at him, and he had one hand covering the back of his neck, looking somewhat sheepish. She stopped and turned, giving him her full attention.
“I want to tell Bruce about us,” Jason said. “I know you’ve got a bit of a hangup about everyone else knowing-”
“It’s not their business,” Steph replied.
“No, it’s not,” he said. “But Bruce is paying for us to have dinner at Lombardi’s tonight. I could never have afforded to take you somewhere this upscale for Valentine’s Day. And I know it’s not the Valentine’s Day either of us planned for, but…”
It certainly wasn’t the Valentine’s Day they’d planned for. Steph’s plan had been curling up on the couch, ordering takeout, and making out with Jason until the sun rose. It had been a pretty foolproof plan, too, until Bruce had gone and ruined it.
“I wasn’t going to turn down a free dinner at Lombardi’s,” Steph said. She gave him a warm smile, patting his cheek. “We can tell Bruce if you want. After tonight.”
“After tonight,” Jason echoed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Steph’s boots hit the pavement as she swung out of the car Bruce had sent to pick them up. She gathered her skirts in one hand so she wouldn’t trip and turned, calling “Thank you!” to their driver as Jason closed the door.
He held out his arm to her, having swapped the leather jacket for a blazer. He looked incredibly uncomfortable. “Shall we?”
“If you insist,” Steph batted her eyelashes at him, and he laughed, ducking his head. Satisfied she’d put a smile on his face, she leaned into him, letting him lead them up to the doors of the restaurant. They entered, and Steph inhaled, breathing in the intoxicating smell of baked garlic and oregano. She glanced up at Jason, who was talking to the maître d’ with a low voice and an easy-going grin.
“This way, Mr Wayne,” the maître d’ said, leading them through the maze of tables until he got to the centremost one in the room. Steph immediately felt a prickle down the back of her neck; she didn’t like having attention drawn to herself at the best of times, but especially not in an environment she was as uncomfortable in as this.
Jason pulled out her chair for her, and she took a seat, waiting until he was seated across from her to lean in and whisper, “This is a bit much, isn’t it?”
The tablecloth was covered in scattered rose petals, with a jar containing a tealight burning away at the other end of the table. There was a single rose in front of it, and beneath that, on thick glossy cardstock, was the menu.
“Bruce told them to spare no expense,” Jason said sheepishly. “He wants us to sell it tonight, apparently.”
“I can sell it,” Steph said, picking up the rose and twirling it in her fingers. She buried her nose in its head and breathed in the pungent floral scent. “What’s on the menu, anyway?”
Jason, who had picked up the menu to peruse while Steph was investigating the rose, had a look on his face akin to being fear-gassed by Scarecrow. Wordlessly, he held it out to her, and she took it from him.
“What,” she hissed under her breath, glancing around and then leaning into him. “Jason, some of this food costs more than my college textbooks.”
“I know,” Jason groaned, covering his face with one hand. After a moment, he peeked out from between his fingers, and said, “Although… I mean, if Bruce is paying…”
Steph caught on almost immediately. “The right thing to do would be to enjoy ourselves.”
He shot her a cheeky grin. “Exactly. So, what are you thinking, sunshine?”
“Saffron shrimp linguine,” Steph said confidently. She eyed off the bowl of breadsticks between them. “Can I steal these? I’m pretty sure they’re sourdough.”
“Steal whatever’s not nailed down,” Jason snorted, “God knows they can afford it with what they’re charging for tiramisu.”
Steph was stuffing breadsticks into her purse when Jason stiffened. She froze, looking up, and subtly turning her head to follow his gaze.
Kite-Man.
He was dressed in a suit, his brown hair slicked back, but Steph could see the hint of green at his wrists, the bulk under his jacket. He had his costume on underneath.
“Look away,” Jason said, and Steph immediately locked eyes with him, throwing her head back and laughing like he’d said something hilarious. She reached across the table and took Jason’s hand in hers, rubbing his knuckles with her thumb. Kite-Man walked by their table without so much as a backwards glance, and Jason fixed his eyes on Steph. “Nice save.”
Steph shrugged, a little bashful. “I took an improv class last semester. There was a lot in there about dramatic improvisation as well as comedic.”
“Nice work,” Jason grinned, as the waiter bustled past them and headed for Kite-Man’s table.
“Can I get you started with some appetisers, sir?” The waiter asked, pen posed above his notepad.
“Uh, no, no thank you,” Kite-Man flashed an infuriatingly white grin. “I’ll wait for my date, thanks.”
“Date?” Steph hissed at Jason, leaning in. “Was there anything in the brief about a date?”
“He’s just stalling,” Jason replied, sounding cool as a cucumber. He took a sip of the icy water at the table and set his glass down, brow furrowed. “God, I hope he’s stalling.”
“Sir and madam,” the waiter returned to their table. “It’s a pleasure to have your company here at Lombardi’s this evening. May I get you started with some appetisers? A bruschetta for the table?”
Steph blinked, searching the menu for bruschetta. She found it quickly, then made eye contact with Jason, mouthing “Balsamic reduction and goat’s cheese?”
“Yes, thank you,” Jason said smoothly, folding his menu closed. “We’ll order our mains now, if that’s alright. Babe, what did you want?”
“Saffron shrimp linguine,” Steph looked up at the waiter, forcing a smile. She felt so out of place that her skin was crawling. Why were there three forks in front of her?! What use did anyone have for three forks?!
Jason, at least, seemed calm, as he said, “And I’ll take a fettuccine alla carbonara.”
“Excellent choices,” the waiter scribbled their choices down. “May I get you any drinks? A champagne, perhaps?”
This remark was directed at Jason, who flushed pink. Steph stifled a laugh because while they’d been dating a few months now and things were going very, very well, they weren’t quite at the proposal stage. She could understand why the waiter had inferred it, though; a dinner at the most expensive restaurant in Gotham for Valentine’s Day? She’d assume he was about to propose, too.
“Another water, please,” Jason said. “And I’ll have a coke. Steph?”
“Coke for me too, please,” Steph grinned. When the waiter had walked away, she felt herself relax, but only marginally. “Are we lame? We just ordered the cheapest drink on the menu.”
“You know B-man has a strict no-drinking-on-the-job policy,” Jason remarked, ripping into one of the sourdough breadsticks and taking a bite. His gaze was fixated on Kite-Man, who was scribbling down a note in a journal.
“You’re gonna blow our cover,” Steph said, nervously ripping into the breadstick on her plate. “Seriously, are we lame?”
“No, we just grew up poor,” Jason replied. He reached out and stilled her hands, taking one of them in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know you’re uncomfortable here. I’m sorry. I just wanted to get us burgers from the diner on Peel Street.”
Steph squeezed back. “That would’ve been perfect. Milkshakes, too, right?”
“What do you take me for, a cheapskate?” Jason winked. “I was going to ask if they could slip an extra cherry onto yours.”
She grinned. “You’re a man after my own heart, Jason Todd.”
“And I’m lucky enough to have it,” Jason grinned. “Every day.”
The waiter returned with a wooden board covered in thin slices of toasted bread topped with finely diced tomato and red onion, a soft white cheese, and drizzled in a dark glaze that smelled mouth-watering.
“Thanks,” Steph said as he placed it between them. He inclined his head toward her, saying, “Your mains will be out shortly,” before proceeding to check on the nearby tables.
Jason and Steph each stared at the bruschetta.
“Do I need to use one of my many forks for this?” Steph joked, picking up a piece and holding it awkwardly, trying to avoid getting glaze on her dress.
“No, you just-” Jason shoved half a slice in his mouth and took a bite, chewing slowly. His face gained a thoughtful expression as he swallowed, and said, “Not bad.”
Steph took a bite – a much daintier, more polite bite – and likewise went through the same face journey she’d just watched on her boyfriend. “Oh fuck, that’s good.”
They made short work of the bruschetta, eating the remaining slices with gusto. Steph wiped around her mouth with the heavy cloth napkin in her lap, then leaned back, smiling. She’d had a lot of weird and wonderful foods in her life, but never bruschetta, and if it was like that every time it was going to become a fast favourite.
“Can Alfred make that?” Steph asked, using her straw to swirl the ice around in her drink.
“Alfred can make anything,” Jason said, his tone warm, the smile on his face a rare sight but one no less beautiful to her. She loved to see him smile, loved to make him smile. She wished she could do it every day.
Their mains were delivered moments later, a rich dish full of shrimp and linguine for Steph, and a fettuccine covered in a creamy, decadent sauce.
They ate with enthusiasm; it was not often they got to eat this much, nor this well. That was less of an issue for Jason, but Steph was still living that broke college student life, and her scholarships only got her so far. Jason had explained to her, patiently even, that Bruce had a college fund for her, but she refused to betray her pride enough to ask him for it.
She was getting by, and that was what mattered.
“I have never had shrimp this good in my life,” Steph mumbled, shovelling more of the pasta and seafood into her mouth. “It’s orgasmic. Here, try a bit.”
She held out her fork to Jason, who obligingly took a bite.
“If you think that’s orgasmic,” Jason said, swallowing, “I really need to up my game.”
Steph reached across the table to rap Jason across the knuckles, and he ducked his head, laughing. He looked up at her, blue eyes sparkling, and offered her a wink. Steph hated to admit it, but this boy could get her to do anything, with that charming smile and debonair attitude. The bad boy thing had worked on her for a while, until she’d peeled back those carefully constructed layers and found the kind-hearted man within.
Jason took a sip of his soda and set it down, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes darted over to where Kite-Man was looking at his reflection in the back of a spoon. He looked back to Steph, swallowed, and said, “I got you something. Don’t panic when I get it out of my pocket, it’s not a ring.”
“Well, that’s ominous,” Steph said, picking up her drink and taking a sip. She bit down on the straw and watched as Jason pulled a small jewellery box from his pocket – about the right size for a ring, but nowhere near as fancy as the ring box she’d seen on Selina’s dressing table.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Jason said, pressing it into her hands. Steph popped the lid open and gasped. Inside, sitting in a soft bed of velvet, were a pair of diamond studs – and they surely had to be diamond, because this was Jason, and Jason didn’t do things by halves.
“Thank you,” Steph said, and she swallowed, hard, biting back the threat of tears that wanted to well in her eyes. She’d had some shitty boyfriends over the years. She’d had good boyfriends, too, but no one so far had been as thoughtful, or as kind, as Jason.
“Do you hate them?” Jason asked, the anxiety evident in his voice.
“No,” Steph looked up, blinking rapidly, “I love them.”
She wasn’t wearing earrings – she typically didn’t on nights she knew she had to put the batsuit on – but she pulled the backing off each stud and slid them into her earlobes. Once she had them in, she posed, grinning at Jason.
“How do I look?”
“Breathtaking,” Jason replied. Steph gave him a gentle kick under the table.
“Seriously,” she said.
“I mean it,” Jason replied. “You are breathtaking to – shit, where did the Kite-Dick go?”
Steph’s head swivelled around, and sure enough, the table Kite-Man had been sitting at was now empty. She immediately began scanning the restaurant, running her gaze over each and every face until movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.
“He’s on the move,” she said, straightening so she could watch his movements through the large restaurant. “He’s heading for-”
“May I use your phone?” Kite-Man’s voice broke through the din, carrying across the room. The waiter he’d cornered directed him to a black phone hung on the wall outside the bathrooms, then returned to making his way across the restaurant, plates in hand. Kite-Man disappeared into the dark recesses of the hall.
“Follow him,” Jason said, his voice low.
“I’m on it,” Steph said, her skirts already gathered in her hands. She slung her purse over her shoulder and marched across the restaurant. Something about her expression and posture must have emanated that hell hath no fury like Stephanie Brown, because the people parted like the Red Sea.
She made it to the bricked alcove at the back of the restaurant where the phone sat. To the left, there were three doors leading into the bathrooms, and to the rear, there was a small set of cement stairs leading to a basement level. Steph felt her boots slip a little on the tiled floor and leaned into the brick to support herself.
The alcove was bare. There was no Kite-Man.
“Where is he?” Came Jason’s voice in her ear and were it not for her training she would’ve startled at how silently he had approached her.
“I don’t see him,” Steph turned to face her boyfriend. “Do you think he’s already in the cellar?”
“He can’t be,” Jason said, checking his watch. “Mayor’s not due for another five minutes.”
The door to the men’s room swung open, and Jason pushed Stephanie against the brick hard, pressing their lips together. Steph couldn’t help the little moan that escaped her mouth as Jason deepened the kiss, her hands firmly gripped onto his hips.
Kite-Man walked up to the phone like they weren’t even there and pick up the receiver from the cradle, bringing it to his ear and rotating the dial until he’d put in whatever number he hoped to reach. Steph tried to eavesdrop, but that was kind of hard when her boyfriend – her very hot boyfriend, who had put on the good cologne for the first time in weeks – had his tongue in her mouth.
“I need a ride in six minutes,” Kite-Man said, and then he hung up.
Steph felt Jason’s hands slide down her waist, and she felt her back arch almost unwillingly. Jason’s lips found her throat, and she was about ready to rip his clothes off right where, when –
“Uh, hey man.” Kite-Man clasped a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “You keep going like that, you’re going to need one of these before you make it to dessert.”
He held up a condom and winked at Steph, before handing it to Jason. He patted him on the back once, then headed for the stairs, making it down to the basement levels.
He called behind him, “You lovebirds have fun!”
“I think that’s our cue,” Steph swallowed. Jason was staring at the condom in his hand, looking a little mortified. “Jay?”
“Go get your suit on,” Jason swallowed. “Do you still have my domino?”
Steph slipped it into his palm and then disappeared into the ladies, halfway shimmied out of her dress before she’d even made it to the cubicle. She stuffed it into her purse and pulled out her Batgirl suit, sliding the lightweight yet durable material over her body, reaching up to clasp it at the neck. She pulled on her cowl over her hair and unlocked the door, stopping in front of the mirror to look herself up and down.
She was going to have such bad cowl hair when she got out of this thing.
She exited the women’s bathroom to the sight of Kite-Man making his way up the concrete stairs, a dark green bottle tucked under his arm. Its label was a faded, papery sort of colour, similar to the colour of the cork that sat firmly at its tip.
Steph knew this was the super-duper fancy-schmancy bottle of wine the Mayor planned to use to celebrate her and her husband’s anniversary. Her husband had a vintage wine obsession. It was in the mission brief.
Kite-Man locked eyes with her and said, “Batgirl?!”
“Kite-Man,” Steph narrowed her eyes and brought up her fists. She was about to make her first move when a visceral cry sounded from above her and Jason dropped from the fucking ceiling, slamming an elbow into Kite-Man’s spine.
Steph dove to catch the wine as the villain dropped it with a cry, hitting the floor like a ton of bricks. He rolled and threw a punch, hitting Jason square on the jaw, and within moments the two men were grappling for dominance. Jason kicked him off and sent him flying backwards, and Kite-Man laid on the floor for a moment, catching his breath.
“Had enough?” Jason called out, wiping blood from his split lip.
“Never!” Kite-Man yelled, launching himself at Jason. Steph, bottle in hand, used the railing behind her to give her a boost. She collided with Kite-Man, wrapping her legs around his neck and using her lower centre of gravity to flip him and drag his body to the floor.
They hit the tiles with a thud, and Kite-Man groaned, mumbling something under his breath. Steph held the bottle triumphantly over her head, grinning at Jason as he pulled the zip-ties from his pocket.
“That was fucking awesome,” he said to her, holding a hand up.
“It was,” Steph slapped their palms together. “How about you, Kite-Man? Was that awesome for you, too?”
“Fuck off,” Kite-Man groaned again.
Jason gave him a hard nudge with his boot. “Don’t speak to her like that.”
Kite-Man elected to keep his face down as Jason zip-tied his wrists together. Jason looked up at Steph, one knee pressed into Kite-Man’s back as he pulled the plastic restraints tight, and said, “You want to go give that to the Mayor, BG?”
“What?” Steph said, blinking at him and looking down at the bottle. It had a decent weight in her hands, and she clutched it close to her chest, holding it by the neck. The next part came out a little squeaky. “Me? The mayor?”
“Yes,” Jason said patiently, nodding his head to the small crowd of waitstaff that had gathered. One had their cell phone out, clearly on the phone with the Gotham precinct. Most restaurants around here at the station number up on the kitchen wall, or programmed into the staff’s phones. “Before one of them snatches it off you and takes it to her themselves.”
Steph swallowed and got to her feet, taking steady steps across the tile. She walked straight through the crowd of waiters, cooks and the maître d’ all standing there with gobsmacked expressions. Steph supposed it wasn’t every day Batgirl and Red Hood foiled a robbery inside a fine dining establishment.
“Madam Mayor,” she said, approaching the table with a plump dark-haired woman dressed in a fabulous dress that was a deep, deep blue. “I believe this belongs to you.”
Stephanie set the wine down on the table, nodding her head at the Mayor’s husband.
“Batgirl,” the Mayor said, sounding suddenly breathless. “I – thank you, Batgirl. You don’t know what this means to us.”
“It’s nothing,” Steph said bashfully, looking down. It really was. It was just a bottle of wine.
“Hey BG,” a voice called out, and Steph looked up to see Jason slide in beside her, slapping a hand on her shoulder. “We should let the Mayor and her husband get back to their Valentine’s Day.”
“We should get back to our own,” Steph mumbled in his ear. She offered the mayor one of her dazzling smiles and said, “I hope you have a great night, Madam Mayor!”
Jason took her hand and they stopped long enough for Steph to swipe her purse and dress from the bathroom before they disappeared out the back door. Jason pulled a grapple from his back pocket and swooped Steph into his arms, sending them flying through the air. Steph’s laughter carried on the wind, exhilarated as she was. They made it onto the rooftop with unsteady feet, laughing.
“Fucking Kite-Man,” Jason said, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Where to, my dearest?”
“I believe you promised me a milkshake,” Steph grinned.
“On it. Meet me at Wayne Tower?”
“See you there,” Steph said, pulling her own grapple off her utility belt. Jason disappeared into the night, leaving Steph to swing between buildings. She closed her eyes as she soared through the air, the breeze tossing her blonde hair out behind her. The business district had the best buildings to do this on.
She made it to Wayne Tower quickly and began the arduous process of getting to the top. There weren’t many good points for a grappling hook to catch on at the top of Wayne Tower, so she had to time it right, and choose the correct spot.
“Gotcha,” she said, firing the hook and swinging in a wide arc through the air before she accelerated rapidly to the top. She pulled herself over the little ledge the last bit of the way, and found Jason sitting up there on a picnic blanket, two milkshakes beside him.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he grinned. He held out one of the paper cups, a bright pink and blue design squiggled across the side. “Milkshake?”
“How the fuck did you get here first,” Steph huffed, flopping onto the picnic blanket beside him. She accepted the milkshake and took a slurp through her straw, enjoying the rich chocolate flavour.
“I have my ways,” Jason winked. Steph leaned in and captured his lips with hers, pulling him close.
He deepened the kiss again, and she climbed into his lap, pressing her lips to his. His hands moved down her body, but there were no zips or fastenings on the Batgirl suit, so there was little for him to do.
“Our milkshakes are melting,” he mumbled into her ear.
“I’m sure we’ll live,” Steph laughed, his breath hot on her neck. “Kiss me again.”
There was a familiar crackle, and then a voice in Steph’s ear said, “Batgirl, the two of you aren’t undercover right now.”
“I know that, Oracle,” Steph laughed, cupping Jason’s face with her hands and kissing him once more.