Takes place during Batgirl Rising: Core Requirements Part 3 (Issue #7)
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"You didn't spread the butter."
Rolling her eyes, Stephanie seats herself next to Damian on the Cave's ledge, letting her feet dangle next to his as she settles her napkin-rolled waffle on her lap. Looking down towards Dick and Barbara below, she can't help but smile when she realizes that the soles of his boots barely reach past her knees. "You're supposed to let it melt." Looking away from the sour faces of their mentors, she turns towards the Boy Wonder to see him grimacing at her slightly burnt handiwork. "If Alfred took away your knives again, your sword's big enough to spread it."
Querulously muttering something that vaguely sounds like "or stab you," he brings the buttered waffle to his lips and takes a tentative nibble.
"Oh, come on! I didn't poison it. Go ahead and take a Big Boy bite."
His face scrunches up into a withering expression beneath his mask, and he can't help but growl past the food in his mouth, "You did not just—"
"Manners," she scolds him, a teasing lilt lucid in her voice.
He's back to muttering insults (well, they sound like insults, but for all she knows he could be quietly praising her waffles like they're some kind of god) under his breath, chewing through them despite Stephanie's pestering. Just as she's unwrapping her own treat, she catches him taking another bite in her peripheral. Lowering it once again, she turns to him with an expectant grin, "Well?"
Pausing mid-chew, he glances at her, then casts his gaze back towards Oracle and Batman. "Your culinary skills are adequate."
"Now, that wasn't so hard to admit, was it?"
"You cook like a girl."
"Thank you."
Over the edge, the older heroes are still speaking in hushed tones that whisper against the walls of the Bat Cave, not quite reaching either Batgirl or Robin's ears. Dick moves to stab a finger in Barbara's direction, but his hand recoils back to his side, clutching at the medical binding that's holding together his cracked ribs. It isn't hard for Stephanie to imagine the pain. Hers, however, stems from guilt.
Sensing her uncomfortable shift in demeanor, Robin takes another thoughtful bite and asks before swallowing, "How can you gallivant about town with your hair like that?"