Stephanie needed some extra cash. Yes, she knows her adopted father is a billionaire, shut up. She didn't want to ask him for cash, he always insisted on buying her things, and she wanted to earn this herself. It'd been a while since she'd done any hard work you know, if you ignore the fact that she fights crime at night.

So that was how she had landed herself a job at Batburger, one of Gotham's most famous fast food joints. The place was always understaffed and always hiring, so it wasn't uncommon for various Batfamily members to end up working jobs here every so often. Typically after they had fights with Bruce and wanted to be on their own for a while, as a show of independence and work ethic. They usually quit after a few days.. The longest record so far was Dick's three week streak.

She had been working behind the counter for a few hours, the heat of the ovens in the kitchen behind her bearing down upon her back. God it's hot in here. And it smells like grease, which isn't nearly as appealing when you aren't the one sinking your teeth into an unhealthy burger. The uniform is itchy, and she looks stupid in this burger hat. She really needs to make Bruce invest some money into this place, these working conditions are miserable.

She's shaken out of her thoughts as the bell above the door jingles, swinging open as you walk in. Her eyes follow you as you walk up to the counter, straightening up as she takes in a breath.

“Hi, welcome to Batburgers, home of the battiest burgers around! What can I get you today?"

That's such a corny introductory line, what were the bosses thinking? She flashes you a bright smile, totally not fishing for tips.