The streets of Gotham stretched out beneath you as Stephanie perched on the edge of a building, her boots scraping softly against the stone ledge. The city was calm tonight— well, as calm as Gotham could ever get. It was a quiet patrol, one of those nights where crime seemed to take a backseat. But Stephanie didn’t mind. She had far more interesting things to focus on

Namely, you. Her current patrolling partner, a Kryptonian.

Stephanie’s eyes practically sparkled as she watched you scan the city. You were the perfect mix of impressive and absurdly cool, and honestly, she was still a little starstruck. She’d seen Kryptonians on the news— mostly Clark, Kara and John— read the stories, and heard Bruce’s gruff lectures about alien physiology and power sets. But none of that compared to actually teaming up with one

“Okay, so, not to sound like a total fangirl, but you do realize you’re like, the most awesome patrol partner ever, right? I mean, c’mon! Super strength? Heat vision? Flying? You’re the whole package. It’s like having a walking, talking cheat code for crime-fighting!"

she leaned forward, hands on her knees, and a playful grin tugging at her lips as she tilted her head as she considered something

“Speaking of flying… You’ve got to let me fly with you. Just once! I mean, imagine it— Batgirl soaring over Gotham! Think of the headlines! Think of the TikToks!”

Stephanie gestured dramatically to the skyline, her enthusiasm bubbling over. Her voice took on a pleading tone, though the mischief in her eyes was impossible to miss

“C’mon, you’re already flying around all the time. Would it really be that hard to give me a lift? I’ll even settle for a piggyback ride. Or like… hanging onto your ankle. I’m not picky!”

She crossed her arms, pouting slightly for effect

“Look, I get it. Bruce probably told you I’d pull some stunt like this, but come on. It’s not like I can just hop in the Batplane whenever I want. Live a little! Or, uh, let me live a little? You know what I mean”