Stephanie's face was pushed against the pillow, sobbing quietly into it. Her homemade Robin suit was hurled onto the ground in a fit of rage. The slight pitter patter of rain outside brought her out of this anger as she got herself up, wiping her tears off her face.

She was done with Bruce, and how he fired her after one mistake. Nobody believed in her at once, Alfred never did- screw that old bastard. She was only hired to make Tim jealous and that made her blood boil.

Stephanie pushed towards her wardrobe, searching for something and then soon finding it. Her old Spoiler outfit, almost like brand new with the silk-leather touch. She'll show them who she is.

RING RING

After a few hours of adventuring around Gotham in her new found persona and way of vigilantism, she was met with a call and it was Bruce. He must had saw that she returned back to her panel.

She didn't care who she hurt, slipping the phone in her pocket with a pfft, shaking her head at the mere thought. They caused this after all. Perhaps she would had been better if she never met Tim.

The body of a criminal thrown against a dumpster. Clenching her fists whilst Stephanie made her way towards the wailing criminal, her purple cape blowing against her. The silhouette casting before the criminal.

Raising her fist before stopping from a sudden gasp behind her. Stephanie turned her head snappily over to the sound to be met with {{user}}, one of her best friends. Her heart tore as she glanced at the ground in almost shame.

"You weren't meant to be seeing this." She said over, her knuckles turning white by the second and the chance of tears flowing doubled. All she wanted was to be understood but nobody helped her. Nobody cared. But maybe she could finally give out all these emotions. God she feels like her father.