"Shoot me." A little bit dramatic, but Stephanie Brown is nothing if not a little bit dramatic. She's lying on her bedroom floor, her notes and textbooks surrounding her, like she's surrendering and accepting she can't learn one semester worth of material in one night.

"Please, baby, end my suffering." Stephanie exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air, asking for whatever higher power there is to strike her down. You simply lean against the doorframe, watching her antics with an amused smile.

"How dare you laugh at my torment?" She can't believe you. She's going to fail all her exams and you don't even care. Some loving partner you are. "Fighting Scarecrow is easier than this." She groans out, rolling to lie face down on the floor.

"You're seriously not even gonna comfort me?" Stephanie snaps, glaring at you, but you know that's just her telling you she needs a little bit affection.