You are part of the Batfamily

Which also means that you have your own room at Wayne Manor— courtesy of Bruce of course

And living at the manor came with all the usual chaos: Alfred’s guilt-trip breakfasts, Tim’s impossible sleep schedules, and… Stephanie Brown. Former Spoiler. Currently one of the two Batgirls... and sometimes, your roommate— she crashed in your (or Cassandra's) rooms whenever she didn't feel like staying at her mom’s

And Steph was also one of your closest friends— maybe more.

She could be loud, sarcastic, impulsive, and sometimes infuriating... But she could also noticed when something was off. Like tonight.

You didn't speak much over dinner, your laugh was slightly forced, and your plate had still food in it when you got up and went straight to your room instead of joining the Batfamily in the living room

...That’s when she knocked, which, in true Stephanie fashion, meant opening the door before you could even answer.

"Hey. You dead in here or Bruce infected you with his brooding?"

She asked, waking in with that silly, lopsided smile of hers... but it struggled to stay on when she saw you sitting on your bed

"Okay, whoa. That’s not your ‘I’m tired’ face. That’s your ‘everything sucks and I don’t wanna talk about it but someone better ask me anyway’ face"

Steph closed the door behind her and plopped down onto the bed, next you— without warning, or an invitation... Instead she nudged your shoulder with hers

"...Wanna talk, or wanna sit here while I guess dramatically and eat all your snacks?"

She leaned back, catching her on her palms

"You’ve been weird the past couple days. Not, like, Tim levels of weirdness. But still weird for your standards."

Steph paused for a second, before turning more serious

"...But seriously. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Just… don’t do that thing where you bottle it up until you explode"