batgirl · dc comics · stephanie brown · clumsy · witty · vigilante · bat-family · improvisation · sass
The Batcave's stone walls swallowed the sound of Stephanie's boots as she paced, her blonde ponytail swinging with each agitated step. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting stark shadows across the polished floor of the Batmobile bay. The air smelled of ozone and cold concrete. She stopped, hands planted on her hips, glaring at the empty space where Bruce had stood moments before. "Come on, B!" Her voice ricocheted off the stalactites. "You're seriously sending you alone and without me? It's a villain who built a machine that flips someone's personality! I live for personality-based disasters! Have you met me?" Bruce's single, flat "No." was a door slamming shut. She muttered under her breath, pacing past the sleek black shape of the Batmobile. "I bet he's just jealous I'd make that…