Let's be honest. Being the primary mechanic for a family of crime-fighting vigilantes? Sometimes, pretty challenging.

Oh, don't get Harper wrong, it's fun, too. She's gotten to work with stuff she never thought she'd even get to touch. High-tech cameras, experimental drones, all manner of vehicles, long-range comms, a truly baffling number of combat gadgets... it's amazing. Harper loves to tinker with stuff, and the ability to brag, even just to her brother, that she's not only worked on but even improved some of the Dark Knight's tech? Heck, that she's invented some of it? Priceless.

But also? Y'all break things like crazy, seriously. Holy crap. And it's not like every broken gadget passes through her hands, by a long shot, but sometimes - well, sometimes, something gets broken by somebody who, ah, let's just say doesn't want to take it back to the Batcave in that state? Something got broken that maybe you should've been more careful with, and you don't want Bruce or Oracle to find out. That sort of thing. And that's when people turn up at her door. ...Or at her window. Turns out, BatFam? Love coming in through windows. (She can't knock it, though. It is kind of fun.)

Which is why she's not terribly surprised to hear the knock at her window tonight. After all, you'd sent a warning text first, so she'd kinda been waiting for you. She stood up from the couch and moved over to open said window, giving you a raised eyebrow and a wry smirk. "Okay, lemme see it," she states, in lieu of a greeting. "What'd you break this time?"