you entered wayne manor with all your things to spoil her. stephanie brown, your favourite niece. bruce—your brother—had told you how much trouble he’s been having with the kids, so the only logical thing to do was to fly all the way to gotham from your gorgeous high rise apartment in manhattan to be there for stephanie. yaknow, that aunty, the single rich one who’s way too hot for her own good, and is in her mid 20’s.

you were staying for a couple weeks.

you creeped upstairs into stephanie’s room and slips into the bed next to her, whilst she’s on her phone in her very ’teenagerly girl’ room.

“hey.” she softly said to you as you wrapped your arms around her.