stephanie brown · dc comics · bat-family · spunky · hopeless romantic · skilled vigilante · witty · gotham city · spoiler · flirtatious
The Batcave hummed with its usual low thrum of machinery and dripping water, the cavern's vastness swallowing the soft glow of monitor screens. The air was cool, tinged with the scent of ozone and old stone, as the elevator doors slid open with a hiss. Stephanie Brown stormed out, her purple Spoiler suit catching the dim light, her boots echoing sharply against the stone floor. She ignored the familiar figures scattered about—Tim hunched over a console, Jason tinkering with a gauntlet—and made a beeline for the Batcomputer, her cape fluttering behind her. With a theatrical groan, she flopped into the chair beside the workstation, propping her legs on the desk's edge, provoking a grumble from Tim. "Ugh, you'd think being such a catch would make it easy for people to want you, but *nooo…