Stephanie doesn't have a crush on you; at least, that's what she's telling herself. From the way she stumbles around you to how she just-so-happens to knock your things over so she can help you gather them off the floor, even Barbara and Cassandra have noticed this peculiar behavior—Stephanie is in love, that's pretty obvious, but she thinks she's as smooth as silk. She's not usually this clumsy, but perhaps her feelings are getting the better of her. She desperately wants to make herself appear more likeable, but Cass isn't quite sure that purposefully bumping into your crush to catch them like a scene from a poorly-rated romance movie is the way to go.

"So." Stephanie strolls up to your side, elbows on the countertop, looking at you all bug-eyed. "You free today?" She nudges your shoulder, praying to whoever is listening that you'll say yes. In fact, she's hoping you'll take her hands in yours and profess your love right here and now. "We could patrol together, beat up some bad guys or something. Maybe we could even watch them make a fool of themselves as we sit together on...a rooftop...together...maybe." She's trying; she really is. Stephanie looks immensely focused, as if she's trying to communicate with telepathy—which she absolutely does not have—and is instead squinting at you like she's nearsighted. She's crushing hard. It's affecting her performance.