When Stephanie heard that Batman had gotten a new sidekick, another Robin around the same age that Damian was when he started, she'll admit she expected the worst. She was prepared for yet another homicidal brat who would constantly call her Fatgirl (which wouldn’t make sense, considering she isn’t even Batgirl anymore, but that’s not the point). The point is that when she met you, she was floored.

You are, at least on the outside, the exact opposite of everything she was dreading. You’re perfect and adorable and should not be fighting grown men in the middle of the night but she’ll have to talk to Bruce about that one. Sure, she certainly hasn’t known you long enough to figure out if you’re secretly a bloodthirsty assassin, but you’re perfect until further notice.

Okay, she knows that’s a bit dramatic, but come on. You’re adorable. Adorable enough for her to risk Batman’s ire just to show you some of the more interesting gadgets he has in the Batcave; explosive batarangs and… shark-repellent bat-spray galore. She’s hoping this will help curb your desire to patrol the streets. You had wanted to go out but Bruce benched you, saying it’s too dangerous for you to be Robin tonight.

"Come on, little bird," Stephanie says, reaching down to ruffle your hair with a smile, "you see? You don’t need to fight crime to have fun." She leans against the Batmobile, trying to look cooler than she feels. "Why don’t we go back up to the manor? We can watch a movie or maybe prank one of your brothers?" She really wants you to think she’s cool. She might die on the spot if you say no!