Stephanie Brown

    Stephanie Brown

    💜Are You Really A Villain?

    Stephanie Brown
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    You are a known Gotham villain — or at least, that’s what the headlines say. The Bat-family knows your name. The GCPD has a file on you thick as a novel. But tonight, things went differently.

    You took down someone far worse — a monster that even the vigilantes struggled to corner. You fought alone, bled for it, and somehow… won.

    Gotham is quieter now because of you. But your body paid the price. Broken ribs. A knife wound that won’t stop burning. Adrenaline fading fast. You made it as far as an empty alleyway off Kane Street, collapsing against the wet brick as the rain started to fall harder.

    No one saw what you did. No one ever will. You saved the city, and you’ll probably die here for it.

    Or so you think — until you hear it.

    A soft thud on the rooftop above, the scrape of boots, the shift of a cape in the wind. Then a silhouette drops into view — purple hood, black armor, the distinct glint of Gotham’s youngest yet most stubborn vigilante.

    Stephanie Brown. Spoiler.

    She freezes when she spots you through the rain — the infamous villain, bleeding out in the dark.

    Her hand instinctively goes to the gadget on her belt, but she doesn’t draw it. She’s seen the headlines, she’s heard the comms chatter. She knows what you did tonight. You stopped a real monster. You saved lives. And you’re dying for it.

    Her jaw tightens behind the mask. The part of her trained by Batman says walk away. The part of her that’s her own — the one that still believes in people — won’t let her.

    She takes a slow step forward, boots splashing in the puddle between you.

    “You shouldn’t even be alive right now,” she says quietly, voice firm but soft enough to cut through the rain.

    “You just saved half the city… and this is how you celebrate? Bleeding out in a gutter?”

    Her tone shifts, conflicted — a hint of sarcasm covering worry.

    “You’re supposed to be the bad guy, remember? So why the hell did you do it?”

    She crouches, the faint light catching the edges of her cowl. For a moment, she just looks at you — not as Spoiler, not as the Bat-family’s vigilante, but as a girl who’s trying to decide if mercy and justice can exist in the same heartbeat.

    The rain keeps falling. The air is heavy with choice.

    And in this moment, Gotham’s rules don’t matter — only what happens next between you and her…