Barbara and Stephanie: Roommates? {SPOILER/closed}

[Aly]

Batgirl sped through the city with a blonde rider behind her on the Batcycle. She did not yet know Spoiler's identity, not that it would be really hard to find out knowing her father was the Cluemaster. Sticking as close to the shadows as she could and avoiding traffic cams by cutting through alleys, she made it to her intent later than she would have alone. She couldn't risk Spoiler's secret identity being tied to the masquerading vigilante like this on camera. Sandpointé loomed ahead, but instead of driving straight into the parkinglot, she skirted the block and entered the parking garage directly behind the building. This late, no one was walking to their cars. Everyone had gone home, and those that parked here to go home were already tucked into bed. No one could see the girl in the Batsuit descend to the basement floor. She came to the end of the little parking area before pressing a well-concealed button on the Batcycle, triggering part of the wall in front of her to recede into the concrete floor. The little space it revealed was about the size of a one-car garage and had a door with no handle on the opposite side. "If you ever tell anyone about this place, I will personally cut out your tongue and burn it to ashes in front of you." She rode the motorcycle forward and pushed the button again once she was safely inside the room. She shut the Batcycle off and waited for Spoiler to move before getting off the bike and facing the blonde. "I have to know that you'll keep your mouth shut when secret identities start moving to the tip of your tongue. Robin forbade you to join the Titans, but I'm not just going to throw you out on the curb to die. I will train you myself and you can live in my apartment, but I won't be able to do that solely as Batgirl." A smile started to grow on her lips as she put her hands on her hips. "So, are you in or not?"

[Audrey]

Stephanie had never ridden a motorcycle with her hair out before... Well, she hadn't ridden a motorcycle at all before, but that was beside the point. Her hair was like a golden cape billowing in the wind... Which would be awesome if not for the whole, noticeability thing. Kind of made her stick out like a sore thumb even despite her actions to keep things stealthy. Thankfully, it seemed her and Batgirl were on the same page about it as she watched the bat stick strictly to the darker parts of the street. On the bright side, those that were out had their eyes pretty glued on the bright smoky 'W_Y_E' sign in the distance. She mused that it was the sign's way of cursing it's rotten luck. "WYYYYYYYYYYYYE CRUEL WORLD?!" she mock cried out in her head, thinking of the closest voice a sign would have. She imagined it something like Bruce Wayne's since it was his name and all. Soon, Batgirl was slowing down though, and Stephanie's attention went to where they were off to.

She was prepared to get off in the garage when suddenly they were treated to a hidden parking space. Talk about VIP! "Woooooah..." she groaned in awe looking at the relatively unimpressive hidden spot with the amazement of a child. "Actually that would be rather difficult you see, due to the tongue's material density, it would actually shrivel, not burn... Learned that from Ancient Pyramid," she bragged, shrugging off Batgirl's threat. Stephanie was the type to not really take much from words. She could be being choked by Bane himself and with her last breath, be coming up with a witty comeback to anything. It was just how she rolled. Getting off the bike, she turned to Batgirl who seemed intent to address her with some matter of dignity. Stephanie saved her the witty banter and let her finish her entire statement. She could of course bring up the fact that Batgirl and Robin weren't exactly the best at keeping secret identities secret either, but given the opportunity Batgirl was giving her, she figured it wouldn't fitting to criticize her host. In reality, she wanted to run around like a football fan who's team just won the Super Bowl. She was going to move in with BATGIRL. Train under BATGIRL. Learn BATGIRL'S secret identity. Her idol growing up all these years. The person she never in a million years thought she would even get to glance upon, let alone grow close to. "Of course I'm in," she answered cool as a cucumber. The instant Batgirl turned away though, she was gonna bust out the victory dance. It would be CRIMINAL not to bust it out at a time like this. "Batgirl 2, here I cooooooome," she joked in her head, in lieu of the Robin triple threat.

[Aly]

Batgirl turned and made her way to a backpack in the corner, pulling her cowl back and pulling her long red hair out of it. While she pulled out a white T-shirt and sweatpants, she looked over her shoulder at Spoiler. "To save me time, what's your name? You can call me Babs, or Barbara." Without waiting for the blonde to answer, Batgirl turned back to the bag and quickly changed clothes. Seconds later, she stuffed her batsuit into the backpack and slung it over her shoulder. "Come on, let me show you where you'll be staying." With a few touches to her mini tablet, the handle-less door swung open and Barbara walked through it, beckoning to Spoiler. The door led to a small spiral staircase, and at the top of it was what seemed to be a solid wall. More action on the tablet, and the wall swung open to reveal another room. This one had a king sized bed, a large bookcase full of various textbooks and classic literature, a dresser, and a fairly large closet. "So this is an actual apartment in Sandpointé. 13B if you come through the front door. There's an extra key on the nightstand. Completely soundproof, so neighbors don't know about your training habits." She walked across the room to the open door and out into the hallway. "The door on the left is my... study. Stay out. On the right is a pretty big room with various things for training." The hallway opened up to a kitchen and living room, which had a large flat-screen TV and long leather couch. "Bruce didn't even notice the money was gone." Babs smiled to herself as she made her way to the stainless steel fridge. "Want a bottle of water?"

[Audrey]

"Stephanie. Though if you're the lazy type, Stephy works too," she spoke as casually as she could muster with her inside's utterly screaming. BATGIRL TOLD HER HER IDENTITY. SHE IS ON A FIRST NAME BASIS WITH FREAKING BATGIRL. SHE COULD JUST ABOUT SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEAM. Getting pulled up the stairs broke her out of her trance of awe though. Everything about this place was amazing. Certainly levels better than the Beedlestone or heck, anywhere she had stayed so far. Finally, Stephanie saw the actual point of tablet computers. SECRET BASES. But seriously, why would anyone buy a tablet computer...

The apartment was extremely high-end. She had never stayed in anywhere so fancy before in her life... That wasn't exactly saying much considering her dad could only afford to keep themselves in the bottom end of apartments. If a place had a bookshelf, it was pretty much automatically higher quality than the apartments she'd lived in. "Wow... I always got noise complaints at the hotels. I could go crazy with sound-proofing," she pondered, going into a state of utter amazement. Her inner feelings were starting to leak out. Seeing the key on the nightstand, she walked over to it and picked up like it was Excalibur. She held it in the air before collapsing onto the bed and letting out a quiet held out 'EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' Mid-subdued-squee, Barbara placed forward the suggestion of some water. "IFYOUHAVESOMEJUICETHATWOULDBEREALLYNICEIHAVENTHADSOMEJUICEINAWHILE," she said in a high pitch monotone, not really caring to place pauses between her words, making the statement almost an extension of her long squee. "BUTIFTHEREISN'TANYJUICESOMEWATERWOULDBELOVELYTHANKYOUVERYMUCHBARBARAOHMYGOODNESSIJUSTCALLEDYOUBARBARAIFEELSOPRIVILEDGED."

[Aly]

Babs pulled out a bottle of POMegranate juice for "Stephie" and a bottle of water for herself. Closing the refrigerator, she turned back to look at the lounging blonde. "I have only one rule besides never going in that room over there. No houseguests." She shrugged and leaned against the cabinet, tossing Stephanie the juice. Barbara pulled her hair up in a ponytail, which a band for had just conveniently been left carelessly on the counter, before opening her own bottle and taking a swig. She didn't know what it was about this girl, but she kind of felt responsible for her. Maybe because Tim had taken such a liking to her, but it could also be that she was just doing it to prove to Robin that he was being ridiculous. Figuring that the girl probably needed to freshen up, Barbara went on with the instructions. "Let me know if you need anything. I may be generous, but I'm not giving you my card. There should be plenty food here for a while, but most of it may be canned or boxed, sorry about that. This is kind of my home away from home away from home of sorts. You look like you're probably around the same size as I am, so feel free to dip into the closet or drawers if you need. I'll eventually get you your own dresser to store the few things you have." Smiling, she hoped she wasn't seeming like a mother hen, taking in a little chick. Or that she was just throwing things out there for random people who decide to take up vigilantism. "You have to listen to me, everything I say, and act accordingly. You have a long way to go to keep from getting yourself hurt out there. Jump seems to be the hub for any villains and kid heroes, I guess, so you'll probably get your ass kicked a few times at least." Batgirl felt like she was forgetting something and tapped her fingers on the counter until it came back to her. Walking farther down the kitchen, she opened one of the drawers and pulled out a Titan Communicator. She opened the back panel and tweaked with it for a minute before tossing that to Stephanie as well. "With this, you can only call or message me, and only receive calls and messages from me. Don't call unless it's an emergency, but always keep it close. Messages are fine, especially if you need more food in here. Or tampons, or whatever. I may tell you to meet me somewhere, and I'll expect you to be there quickly."

[Audrey]

Stephanie caught the juice and took a drink, finally calming down from her high point. "En jus de grenade. Different," Stephanie muttered to herself as she tasted the juice and realized what it was. With a little maroon ring on her mouth, she turned her attention to Barbara again. "You are literally the first person here I've gotten onto a first name basis with. I think anyone I may meet will probably be a mutual friend all things considered so... houseguests seem rather unlikely. I'll keep it in mind anyway though in case I get eager to hang out with the ghosts of Wilson Manor again," she joked, recalling her lovely excursion into that creepy home where the mannequins came to life. For some reason she had a difficult time remembering the latter half. Almost like it hadn't happened yet. Weird.

Her mind began drifting to back home in Gotham. She realized as she was sitting there that Barbara and Robin were probably the only other heroes in the city who had seen Gotham let alone grown up in it. Admittedly, the place was a festering rat hole where you were more likely to be dead by the end of the evening than not, but it had it's little charms. Home was home. She barely even heard Barbara as she went on a complete nostalgia trip. "Oh yeah, I barely eat, single criminal father, you know," she shrugged off as she pulled out her phone and started browsing through pictures.

When the communicator went flying her way, she wasn't even listening and the yellow T-studded device clocked her right in the head. She rubbed her head and picked the device up, finally giving Barbara her full attention. "Of course Barbara. I'm looking forward to making you proud. I still have some money in my account, so it's not like I'm going to message you everyday for a grocery trip to Ralmart. I've come to find when you can take the rooftops, it's a lot easier to get around," she answered, flashing a bright purple tri-fold wallet from her pocket. Steph was one of those girls that made her favorite color very obvious to an almost cringe-worthy level.

Stephanie took her eyes off Barbara and looked at her phone to see a picture of her and her dad at the circus when she was a lot younger. Her mind started drifting off again. "Hey Babs. You remember the Flying Greysons? The acrobats that performed in Haley's Circus like 10 years ago? You were in with Batman then, what happened to them? I heard it was super hush hush and stuff and like the cops paid a bunch of people not to talk about it cause the mob was involved in it. The young one, Richard, he seemed like a really good kid. Heh, back when I was really tiny, I told my dad I wanted to marry him. He's alright isn't he? I couldn't imagine something bad happening to such a nice young kid," she mused remembering he days before her dad became Cluemaster. He tried so hard to make her happy and complete her household without her mom around. She didn't even realize it was happening, but tears were streaking down her cheek.