“I bet I can catch him faster,” Stephanie goads, adjusting the mask over her mouth. “You’re not very fast.” You can’t see her grin beneath the mask, but it’s there.

She’s standing beside on a building, watching some criminal race off with bags of cash. You’re both newer to crimefighting—and you both have different methods of taking people down.

You’re deadlier than she is. Despite her disapproval of your violent take downs, she still finds herself drawn to you. Bruce doesn’t approve.