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Its Step Left For A Better Future (my Steph-in-Titans-Tower fic) part 6!!!
ao3 link to the first chapter
pt. 4.
pt 5.
(The second chapter is already the same size of the first, and I haven't even gotten to the part I'm most excited for!!)
@fictfrenzy @themoonwitch-mustspeak
“Did you seriously just slap me?” Second yelps, affronted.
“What? Hurt your pride? Didn’t know you were that fragile.” Steph taunts, a vicious sort of satisfaction curling her lips upwards.
“Or maybe I didn’t expect you to be so damn childish.” Second bites out, and then Steph is narrowly dodging a kick aimed at her knee.
She manages it, somehow. With a cartwheel, even. She’s no Nightwing, but all those gymnastics classes weren’t for nothing.
She doesn’t take any time to celebrate her victory though, because it isn’t one, not really.
Second is still here, still in the damn Tower, and still trying to kill her.
Steph settles for sticking a batarang through Second’s embarrassingly ugly and also extremely unarmoured tights. The ensuing red stain doesn’t really improve them all that much, but it does make her feel better.
Only slightly. But still better.
Second goes for her jaw again. Steph blocks him. The sheer force of the impact still sends her staggering.
She kicks at his head. He dodges.
He feints at her jaw. She falls for it.
He knees her hard in the stomach.
Steph is on the ground again, and this time she’s gasping for air.
But Second gets another gash in his leg for the trouble.
“You sure do try, Robin. You even succeed sometimes. Too bad you just can’t win.”
Steph gets up again. It isn’t easy. She’s still panting. Like a dog, she doesn’t think.
Second seems content to watch her flounder. He doesn’t even see her as a threat, does he?
His mistake, Steph thinks bitterly.
She knows, intellectually, that being underestimated is a good thing. Hell, it’s a favorite tactic of hers to weaponize. She likes the faces they make when she wipes the smirks off.
It’s just…
Steph sometimes wishes that, just once, someone would look at her and understand they were in the presence of something dangerous. Something to take note of. Something to be respected.
Steph gets up.
Second blocks the first punch she throws.