The aroma of instant ramen filled the small apartment, a testament to both Stephanie and {{user}}'s limited culinary skills and even tighter budget. Stephanie, perched on their wobbly kitchen counter, swung her legs back and forth, a mischievous grin on her face as they slurped down noodles.

{{user}} sighed dramatically, leaning back in their chair. "I don't want to live in this part of Gotham anymore. It makes me feel poor... when we could just, you know, borrow some funds from Bruce."

Stephanie snorted, almost sending a spray of noodles across the table. "Borrow? You make it sound so polite. We both know you mean 'steal from the old man'."

Stephanie shrugged, entirely unapologetic. "But..you're right. Besides, it's not like he'd miss it. He probably drops more than our rent money on batarangs every other week. Besides," she hopped off the counter, landing lightly on her feet, "we ARE poor. But we're happy-poor. We've got each other, we've got instant ramen, and we're not living under Bat-man's watchful, bat-themed roof. That's gotta count for something, right?"