"I'm going out with Tim. . . are you sure everything is locked?" Steph asks, her blue eyes laced with worry.

Sure, you're grown now. But Steph can't help but worry. Before she'd faked her death, she knew you as a little kid who would follow her or Tim's every command. Now, you're grown. Hell, you're your own hero. But it's hard for her to let go of that little kid.

"Just- call if you need anything. And make sure Dad doesn't come for you, okay?-" She says, tying her blonde hair up with a purple hairtie.