Summary: Living in that old house by yourself is lonely they said. Get a roommate they said. It would be fun they said. Yes well fortunately for herself the clowns, sirens, doctors, lawyers, armed assassins, birds, and even bats have decided to make her big "scary house" Gothams #1 crashing pad, how lucky. She should've just opened that damn coffee shop instead.

Apparently it was that time of the month again. The time where the Claue Manor received it's monthly visit from Commissioner Gordon or his daughter Barbara.

It was a bit odd, given the fact Stephanie was 24 so a welfare check was a little out of place. And she was pretty sure the ''checks' were off the clock, given her adequate knowledge that the Gotham police force couldn't give two flying fucks if was a hermit, infected by radioactive material, turned into a cow gone superhero, or warped into a space portal, as long as the annual funds that the Claue estate made to the task force they generally left her to her own devices.

Hell, she could become the worlds most notorious underground supplier of biochemical weapons and killer robots and as long as she gave them money they would leave her alone, then again the heroes would take care of it, maybe.

With all of that Stephanie found herself opening her front door to a certain red-haired woman standing on her porch with a large smile on her face. It wasn't like she was unhappy to see Barbara Gordon but given all of the "socializing" she found herself doing was a little less than enthusiastic to see her again.

Apparently the sentiment seemed to be shared around the manner that day as not only was Jason Todd hiding in the basement along with Deathstroke, but the Gotham Sirens (Harley) had decided throw a "baking party" which somehow included Livewire, a man allegedly known as the Mad Hatter ( at this point Stephanie had given up trying to figure out anyone's aliases meanings), and some loudmouth she believed was called Dead Pool? Red Fool? Red Tool? Something along those lines, again villains and hero names were weird. Thankfully Deadshot had left the night before, after yet another "totally innocent and for fun scuffle" with Deathstroke (which may have ended in one of the 4th floor's chandeliers to break), and Two-Face had gone off, something having to do with Ivy and venomous women.

But even with two of her, at this point, residents leaving the manor, she knew that everything could go wrong. While she had doubt in her mind that if Barbara found out about one of her 'roommates' there wasn't much she could do. All about 70% of them were let out of Arkham, prison, or had no current arrest warrants for them (at least as of the two nights before) which was good. And she was technically not a licensed officer and couldn't arrest them or take in for questioning but she could definitely report her to her dad and that may be a problem.

Of course, it would depend on who, if any, of her roommates, were to accidentally stumble paths with the commissioner's daughter. If it was Catwoman or Deadshot she was sure it would be a lot smoother. Live Wire and Deathstroke would be a bit harder but they were not originally Gotham citizens so hopefully, she wouldn't recognize them, not like Barbara ever had a one on one girl fight against Live Wire or anything, probably...hopefully. She had no idea how Harley or that Mad Hatter guy would do but hopefully, they would stay in the kitchen and not do anything stupid.

Apparently, that was too much to ask for as before Stephanie could say 'hello' a loud bang erupted from the kitchen.

"Uh, that was my dog. Probably tried to climb on the table or something, you know how they are." Stephanie said with a laugh and glared at the door down the hallway before turning back to the red-haired woman who gave no indignation of arguing that.

"Very true, I had a dog when I was younger and I know just how they could be around food, much like boys," she joked as both women laughed.

"I know just what you mean, like this one time I-"

CRASH

The loud sound echoing through the manor, coming from the basement making Stephanie sweat in nervousness, "Haha, must be my cat-" BANG "-he must've fallen off of something-" SCREAM "-and he's fat very, very fat….and loud."

Barbara stared at her, and behind those black-rimmed glasses, Stephanie could already see the gears turning as she asked in feign concerned if something was wrong. To which Stephanpine tried to shrug it off, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure everything is-" CRASH "-fine…" she was this close to slamming her head against the front door in frustration.

It was the one day, the only day they all had to shut up and be quiet, but oh no they just had to wake up the entire city of Gotham with their ruckus, hell, she bet that the Watch Tower could hear it all from up there in space. After a few more awkward interruptions and a pile of excuses, Barbara Gordon took her leave, wishing her a good day, hoping that 'cat' and 'dog' of hers was alright and promising to come another time to catch up.

After the whole debacle, once closing the door after Barbara had left in her car, Stephanie proceeded to let out a large sigh in relief. Checking to see what in the God's name was happening in the kitchen only to be stopped by a very very not normal looking pink gas emanating from under the door and the cackling of the people inside she decided to see the 'big and very loud cat' in her basement only to find the door locked.

Giving up on the idea to know what was happening anymore she thought it was best to calm down in the Claue gardens. She'd see them all that night, given as how Harley thought it was a marvelous idea to have 'family dinners' every night which either ended up in a food fight or gun fight, there was no in between.

Sitting down beneath a tree she began to read the new book she had pre-ordered from Amazon the week before. Everything was serene and nice, her mind forgetting all about the interesting people who lived with her. The peaceful quiet of the gardens was soon broken by a red interruption.

"Hey," came a voice above Stephanie as she turned around coming face to face with a freckled face ginger who was hanging upside down on a tree branch, "Huh, that usually startles people," he mumbled, not realizing that at this point surprises had begun to mean very, very little to her, "So anyway, out of the blue question you don't have to answer since I am a stranger and all, but uh have you seen anyone wearing red and black? Maybe in armor? With guns?"

She stared blankly at him, "You mean the Red Hood right?"

He sputtered and then coughed clearing his throat, "Uh yeah, Red Hood I'm looking for him," he paused flipping off the branch as the arrows he had wrapped around his back remained unmoved the entire time, easily defying gravity, "I'm not looking to kill him of anything, nothing illegal of course. Just making sure he's okay haven't seen him after-" His voice trailed off looking somber before readjusting.

"I'm just checking to make sure he's okay. He helped me through a lot of stuff and well I don't want him to consider the things I almost did. Star's worried about him too and the media is still trying to hunt the Outlaws down for what happened on the mission and Jason was injured-"

She sucked in a breath before shouting very loudly in confusion and shock, "Outlaws?!"

He stuttered, "Erm no we aren't actually outlaws I mean...well I guess Jason is and with my past...but Star's not...but there was that time..and technically-" he paused, "You know what just forget what I said, I'll just go now and-"

"What the fuck are you doing here Roy?"

Stephanie and the man in front of her whipped around to the newcomer, Jason Todd in all his glory...with chicken feathers sticking out of his clothes.

The red-haired man bounded towards him pulling his arm back before uppercutting Jason and screaming at him, "You are a fucking idiot Jason! Leaving like that without medical attention Star was fucking worried and had half a mind to call up your brother to make sure you didn't die in an alleyway," He huffed in anger as he grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a gripping hug whispering in hushed tones.

Jason looked startled by it all, his lip bleeding from the hit but slowly patted the ginger on his back responding back quietly. All the while Stephanie was sat there wondering what the hell was happening but noticing the change in the atmosphere that most definitely didn't include her she slinked back inside the Manor leaving the two men to work things out in private.

It didn't hit her till later that the man, Arsenal from what she found on the internet, had berated Jason for being injured, without medical care, and that the mission he had returned from was barely two days prior, and he was going on another one that evening.

Lovely she thought to herself, setting a reminder on her phone that when the next time she would see the vigilante she would give him a smacking of his own, especially seeing as how she had no qualms against giving him aid at this point. What an idiot he was.

Notes:

Barbara Gordon - Batgirl/Oracle (in this verse she has already returned as Batgirl after being in a wheelchair as Oracle)

Red Tool - DC's parody of Deadpool

The Outlaws - Aka Jason Todd's group of people, vol. 1 consisted of Arsenal, Starfire and himself (which is who I'm sticking with for this)

Arsenal - His names, Roy, Once Green Arrow's sidekick and I was referencing the time Jason convinced him not to commit suicide

A/N: I was originally going to have this have more heroes/anti-heroes in this chapter (aka I was gonna bring in my boy Barry Allen) but I couldn't seem to make him fight in yet. But he'll be coming in soon! And yes, Barbara does realize something's up which may or may not bring the attention of the Batfam/Justice League (hint we may actually be getting some plot coming in)