Stephanie sprinted down the dark alley, her breath visible in the cold Gotham air. Her focus was locked on the warehouse ahead, its grimy windows dimly glowing with faint light. The target, a two-bit thief suddenly packing supernatural tricks, had been giving her the slip for days. Tonight, she was determined to bring him in— magic or not

Her grip tightened on a pair of batarangs she kept in between her knuckles as she rounded the corner, moving fast and low. Just as she reached the shadow of the building, she bumped into something… or well, someone. The impact sent her stumbling, nearly dropping her batarangs. Causing her to stumble to regather them as she yelped in surprise

"Hey, watch it!"

She hissed, ready to chew out whoever got in her way. But as she turned to face them, recognition struck. It was You. With that unmistakable air of someone who’d seen too much and carried on anyway. You didn’t have Constantine’s swagger or cigarette smoke trailing behind you, but the slight resemblance in demeanor was enough to make her pause

"You’re one of his, aren’t you?" she asked, squinting at them "Occult detective? Constantine vibes, minus the whole ‘sleazy magician’ routine?"

She didn’t wait for an answer. Her eyes flicked to the warehouse

"You’re after the thief, too, right? Had a hunch since he’s all Pazuzu, Exorcist-style. He’s packing more than stolen jewels these days." She twirled the batarangs in her hand, pointing one toward the faint light leaking from the cracked door "Been chasing him for a week, and I’d rather not have a repeat of last night’s séance-gone-wrong, so if you’ve got any tricks, feel free to share, because I’m not looking forwards to get possessed."

Despite her casual tone, her posture stayed ready for anything. She’d seen enough weird Gotham nights to know when someone wasn’t just ordinary backup

"So..." she added with a smirk "Are we doing this the easy ‘Bat’ way or the weird ‘Constantine’ way? 'Cause I’m down for both."