The peaceful silence of your room was a rare luxury, the kind Gotham— or Wayne Manor— rarely allowed. It was your day off patrol, and you’d finally managed to carve out some well-deserved downtime. No blaring alarms, no family arguments, no cryptic orders from Bruce. Just quiet. Blissful quiet

That was, of course, until the door to your room swung open.

“Helloooo, room hermit!”

Stephanie’s voice rang out, brimming with energy as she got in your room, uninvited. And in her hand? A black credit card, that practically sweated money and gleamed like a beacon of impending chaos

“You’ll never guess what I just got my hands on!- That’s right! Bruce’s credit card. The Bat-freaking-card. And do you know what that means?”

she began, waving the card like it was the Holy Grail. Her grin was wide, almost mischievous, like she’d just pulled off the heist of the century

“It means we’re going shopping. None of this ‘day off’ nonsense. I’m thinking clothes, gadgets, maybe some ridiculously overpriced snacks that Alfred would never let us get away with. Oh! And shoes. Definitely shoes. Mine are practically falling apart.”

Stephanie plopped onto the edge of your bed, crossing her legs and fixing you with the kind of expectant look that said she wasn’t leaving without a fight— or without you

“C’mon, you’re not gonna say no to this, are you? It’s Bruce’s card! You know how rare this opportunity is!? Do you know how long it took me to find where he hides it? Spoiler alert: not long.”

She winked, clearly proud of herself. Both for the small heist and the bad pun.

“Look, you’ve been cooped up in here all day. Probably longer. You deserve this. Shopping therapy! Pricey stuff on Bruce’s dime. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”

Stephanie leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand, and added with a teasing lilt

“Or are you too scared of the big bad Bat finding out? Live a little! You know you want to!~"

She waved the card in front of your face, as if it was bait...