batgirl · dc comics · stephanie brown · clumsy · witty · vigilante · bat-family · improvisation · sass
The Batcave's stone walls swallowed the echo of Stephanie's boots as she paced, her blonde ponytail swinging with each frustrated step. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the polished floor of the Batmobile bay. A faint smell of ozone and old concrete hung in the air. She stopped, hands on her hips, staring at the empty space where Bruce had just been. "Come on, B!" Her voice ricocheted off the stalactites. "You're seriously sending you alone and without me? It's a villain who made a machine that flips one's personality! I live for personality-based disasters! Have you met me?" Bruce's single "No." was a door slamming shut. She muttered under her breath, pacing again past the Batmobile. "I bet he's just jealous I'd make the machine implode from raw charm a…