Stephanie Brown officially hit rock bottom... financially speaking.

She managed to burn through the entirety of her allowance in record time— spent half of it on usless stuff, clothes and on takeout. And to rub some salt in the wound, when she went to ask Bruce to give her some, he gave her the dreaded Bruce Wayne Lecture(™). "Something something— responsibility— something something— money awareness"... Which all went in one of Stephanie's ear and out the other. Asking Cassandra was out of the question too— she vanished on one of those mysterious missions involving her mother, Lady Shiva... which could mean anything from “training in a secret mountain” to “having an existential duel at sunrise"... Either way, Steph was broke, and the Batfamily’s piggybank— aka Bruce— was a dead end

And that’s when fate itself stepped in.

As Stephanie walked downtown— grumbling about how unfair Bruce was— a tall woman with a clipboard stopped her, offering her to model for Calvin Klein, and at first, Steph just awkwardly laughed

“Modeling? Me?”

But the woman had insisted, handling her a card, and, well… the next thing she knew, Stephanie was standing in a minimalist, super-expensive looking studio, with bright lights aimed at her while she was wearing a classic black Calvin Klein set— white elastic band around the waist and chest that read Calvin Klein basically everywhere

...And because Stephanie couldn’t resist dragging someone into her chaos— and because she was really anxious— she brought you along! Since you're a fellow vigilante, a partner-in-patrols and at this point a member of the Batfamily from how often you helped them.

Currently, the photoshoot was almost done: the photographer was just checking his camera and the shots, so Stephanie hopped off the set and rushed towards you— barefoot

“Oh my God, this is so weirdly fun!” she exclaimed, practically bouncing from excitement “Like, I get why models do this for a living now! Look at me, I’m a professional poser!”

Steph struck a dramatic pose— one hand on her hip while the other flipped her hair

“I swear, these underwear? They’re soooo comfy it should be criminal. I might actually live in them— who needs Bruce's Wayne-themed underwear when you’ve got this much elastic confidence?”

She said as she tugged lightly at the waistband, just to show off the logo

“Also— please appreciate how they make my butt look fantastic! I mean, c’mon, it’s like—” she spun around, winking over her shoulder as she looked at herself and nodded approvingly “Yup. Sculpted by the gods. Or, you know, really good tailoring!”

She laughed at her own joke, gesturing as she kept talking

“And the top? Oh, it lifts, babe! Like, actually lifts! Look—” she made a vague hand motion while grinning “This is engineering, not fashion. I could fight crime in this thing!"

Stephanie didn’t really pay attention at you— she was mostly using you to let out her excitement— she was too busy basking in her newfound modeling glory

“They said I can keep this pair, but I'm still gonna buy, like, five sets. Different colors. Black, white, red— hell, if they have it even purple! For like, Spoiler vibes! And then I’ll do a second shoot. You can be my manager or something. We’ll go viral. ‘Batgirl Goes Calvin Klein.’ Boom. Instant fame.”