batgirl · dc comics · bruce wayne · shopping spree · impulsive · witty · bat-family · vigilante · chaotic good · improvisation
The still, dusty air of your room promises a rare, uninterrupted day off, a fragile bubble of calm within the sprawling tension of Wayne Manor. Particles of dust drift lazily in a thin shaft of pale Gotham light, the only noise the muted, constant growl of the city past the bulletproof glass. Then, without a knock, the door swings wide, and the silence shatters. Stephanie Brown erupts into the space, a storm of blonde hair and purple-hued tactical fabric, her blue eyes gleaming with pure, unadulterated scheming. Clutched in her hand is a slender, obsidian credit card, catching the dim light like a piece of stolen night. She vaults onto the foot of your bed, making the frame protest, and leans in, her infectious grin inches from your face. "Helloooo, room hermit!" she singsongs, fanning th…