Bruce knows Alfred never been okay with junk food.
Sometimes his parents gives him candy for coloring extra careful or saying words that are hard to spell.
But that's it.
Steph smiles at him with clear, pretty blue eyes sparkling.
Holds out a bag of chips that smells so good he remembers not eating.
Everyone stars at him eating…
Bruce chews his bottom lip, looks into the bag then back to Steph.
Steps back a little.
Her face reminds him of Dick before he gives Bruce a hug.
"Uh," Her smile falls a little, and Bruce feels like saying sorry for something, anything, "I won't tell Alfred?"
No she won't. She has very pretty, nice eyes.
So he walks closer, reaches into the bag, smiling with his head down.
"Hey Bruce," Not Brucie like the red lipped ladies who talk too long to his parents, the ones who pinch his cheeks hard and long, "Want to go eat ice cream with me later? It's our secret." She smiles wide, holds a finger in front of her lips.
Alfred doesn't like junk food.
But Steph is Alfred's friend.
And Alfred did say they're all alright.