Not entirely sure these all count as stories, but here are a few quick ones, in no particular order (first time I've written Steph, too, so here's hoping I didn't screw it up):

"I swear to God, I have a perfectly good explanation," Kon proclaimed, holding his palms up to the very-pissed-off-looking Tim appeasingly as the very-pissed-off-looking masked vigilante slowly wiped a line of the thick, viscous goo covering everything in sight off of his face, "There was this monkey, and-"

On February 13, as Bruce surveyed the well-disabled remnants of the numerous security features on his personal vault, he couldn't help but wonder if Selina didn't enjoy the "wrapping" far more than any gift he could ever get her.

As the comically large fist of the seven-foot behemoth barreled towards him with impossible speed, Jason had to admit that this may not have been his brightest idea ever.

Spoiler may not have exactly been a Bat, untrained as she was, but as, behind the dark fabric of her mask, she saw the look of utter gratitude in the eyes of the woman she'd just saved, Stephanie had no doubt that she had every much as right to be out here as Batman ever could.

Bitter, fragmented memories dancing behind his eyes, Jason slowly examined the scars left on his fingers, some of the few left after his dip in the Pit, and realized that he no longer even cared about them; why shouldn't the outside match the inside?

"Why the hell am I supposed to be the hooker?" Kon asked his partner indignantly, "You're the one with the legs for it!"

When, the first night home, after he'd finally hit bottom and surrendered, Jason woke up screaming (just another nightmare), and Bruce just kind of- sat with him for hours afterwards (like he actually cared, and Jason just couldn't figure out why), Jason thought, for the first time in a long time, that maybe, just maybe, everything could be all right again.