Irey and Steph, if they were to ever really meet, which they don't in canon. Enjoy!
"Do the Wayne's hold balls like these often? Is Barry going? Is Damian going to go, Steph?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Get dressed, Irey! You still need make up and we've only got a half hour."
"You're really letting me borrow this?"
"Yes."
"I don't know.." Her tone was uncertain as she held out the glittering black garment, full of tulle and understated silver decoration. It was totally Stephanie, and she knew she'd worn it before at some point - she'd seen it in a picture of her and Tim, so she knew it was a few years old, at the least. The blonde was wandering around her room in the Wayne manor, decked out in a short, sweetheart navy dress. Irey was still in her underwear, leaning on one leg while she examined the beautiful dress, with it's beading and silver tendrils seeping from one hip, exposing the gray tulle underneath. "I don't know… I mean, you've got bigger boobs than I do and you've got the curves for this—"
"Would you hush and put it on? I'm certain you'll look fine. Besides, you'll match Damian."
"You did that on purpose."
"Of course I did, honey."
With a defeated sigh, she tugged the dress on over her head - surprised at the tightness she hadn't expected - and glanced at Steph as she wandered over. She yanked at the corset back, tying it into a knot and then a bow.
"Now, sit."
Irey walked toward the vanity seat, doing as told. It didn't take the blonde too long to do her make-up, and she sat patiently as she rubbed on this and that and fluffed stuff onto her cheeks.
"I'm gonna sneeze, Steph."
"Hold on."
"No, seriously, I'm gonna sneeze all over the place—"
"Can it wait like two seconds I'm almost— oh, darn."
"Sorry."
"You don't get your make up done often, do you?"
"Never, actually."
Stephanie pulled the ginger up, pushing her in the direction of the mirror on her bathroom door. The smokey-eyed girl that blinked back at her was not Irey, and for several seconds all she could do was stare at the curves the dress created and the age the black eyeliner had added to her face.
"I look like a princess…" Irey murmured, suddenly repeating the phrase with more vigor.
Steph couldn't help but laugh as the girl twirled around her room, and didn't even mention that she'd undone some of her curls.