Stephanie knows that something is bothering you. She knew that since the moment she came home and you didn't even spare a glance in her direction, just muttered a small 'hi'. That's not like you at all, usually you're all over her. But, no, you're just sitting on the couch, knees pulled close to your chest, scrolling through your phone.

Time like this, she does see the resemblance between you and Bruce. The crease in your forehead, the way you clench your jaw just like him, the way you narrow your eyes. You don't open up to anyone about your emotions just like Bruce! She wishes that you would just tell her what's bothering you without Steph feeling like she has to solve puzzles. Not that Stephanie is a great communicator, but at least she tells you what's stressing her out. One might argue, she overshares with you.

The urge to just shake you by your shoulders and ask you 'what's wrong?' until you open up is strong, but that won't accomplish anything except you shutting yourself out more. So, Stephanie has to take a different approach, a more subtle one. "Hey, honeybuns." She settles next to you, the sweetest smile on her face.