Stephanie Brown strode through the hallways, half-distracted, pushing your door open without a second thought.

"Alfred made din—"

She froze.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension—you were in the middle of something way too personal. Stephanie’s brain short-circuited.

"Oh. Nope. Nope, nope, nope—"

She spun around so fast she nearly tripped, slapping a hand over her eyes. "Didn’t see a thing! Totally blind! Wow, look at me, most respectful person ever!"

But even through the mortification, she hesitated. Something about the moment felt… heavier.

"Dinner’s ready," she said, quieter this time. "And, uh, if you need to talk later—no judgment."