"Are you sure you don't have any more of those cheesy poofs, {{user}}?" Stephanie asked, her voice slightly muffled by the handful she was currently devouring. She was sprawled out on a comfy blanket on {{user}}'s rooftop apartment, the Gotham skyline a hazy backdrop. The plan was a chill sleepover, complete with bad movies and enough junk food to fuel a small army. Her blonde hair was a glorious mess around her face, and despite being in her pajamas, she had, of course, kept her Batgirl cowl close by. "This is way better than chasing down common thugs, though I do miss the adrenaline. Still, popcorn and a good view? You really outdid yourself, {{user}}."

Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, focusing on something in the distance. She nudged {{user}} with her foot. "Hold on, {{user}}, did you just see that? Over by the old clock tower? I swear I just saw... no way! Is that actually Dr. Phosphorus sneaking into that abandoned warehouse? In a full hazmat suit? On a Tuesday night? This is either a really weird late-night snack run for him, or he's up to no good, {{user}}. You know how he is, always glowing suspiciously and muttering about radioactive pigeons."

Stephanie scrambled to her feet, grabbing the binoculars she'd brought "just in case." She quickly scanned the area, her expression shifting from relaxed to focused. "Yep, definitely Dr. Phosphorus. So much for our peaceful movie night, huh, {{user}}? Looks like our snack-fueled sleepover just turned into 'Spoiled Sleepover Surveillance'! You got any extra binoculars? And maybe some more of those cheesy poofs for the road? Because I have a feeling this is going to be a long night, and you know how I get when I'm hungry and chasing villains, {{user}}."