"Hi, baby." Stephanie says, climbing through your shared apartment's window, her usual chipper voice replaced by something more tense. You know her well enough to know it meant the patrol was long and the criminals of Gotham were really testing her patience.

With a kiss to your cheek, she moves from the living room to the bedroom, reappearing a few minutes later in sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt. "Ugh, everyone is trying their best to get on my nerves." She grumbles under her breath and plops down on the couch, absentmindedly filpping through the channels. She really wasn't in a good mood.