SEE TELL ME THIS BOOK WOULDN’T MOVE A MILLION COPIES.
LOL THIS IS PROBS THE WORST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. I’M SORRY IN ADVANCE OH GOD.
“Gotham is such a boys club.”
Barbara glanced up from her computer and Cass peeked around the door from inside the pantry to stare at Stephanie. Alfred raised an eyebrow, still monitoring the mixer as it made batter for cookies. “Welcome back, Miss Stephanie, I trust your excursion was successful.”
Steph huffed angrily, sitting beside Barbara at the counter. She hadn’t even bothered to change out of her Batgirl-uh- Spoiler uniform (she hadn’t gotten around to designing a new one…not that she even wanted to but whatever). “No! Not at all!” She tugged the cowl down angrily. “Tim totally interrupted my drug bust! And then took the credit for it! That jackass!”
Cass calmly walked out of the pantry, an open bag of chocolate chips in her hand. She idly tossed a couple in her mouth before handing the bag to Alfred (“Thank you, Miss Cassandra”). “Mm, yes, jackass.”
Glancing over from her computer, Barbara looked sympathetic. “Dick did that a few times to me when he was Robin. I usually kicked his ass for it later, but it doesn’t really make it feel better.” She ruffled Steph’s hair.
Still sulking, Steph laid her chin on the counter. “Cass? Has that ever happened to you?” She looked over at the petite girl who had somehow sat down next to Steph without Barbara even noticing.
She looked thoughtful for a moment, frowning slightly, but Cass shook her head. “No. I would paralyze them.”
Alfred gave Cass a critical look.
She didn’t even look abashed. “Only a day.”
With a sigh, Alfred walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a few cookie trays. “Well, Miss Stephanie, I am sorry that happened. Perhaps Tim did not realize-?”
“Oh no, he knew,” she said, eyes narrowing in disdain. “I should have hit him with a brick. That’d teach him.”
“Undoubtly.” Alfred pulled the beater off of the mixer and handed it to Stephanie. “To make up for your loss.”
The blonde instantly brightened. “Yay!”
The next few minutes were uneventful, but highly peaceful. Alfred scooped the cookie batter onto the trays before popping them into the oven and beginning clean up. Cass…meditated or something. Barbara continued to type away at her computer, hacking something or some such. Steph munched on her super-delicious-and-healthy-for-her-soul treat. Batgirls and Butlers, the way it should be.
“We should move.”
Barbara and Steph looked at Cass. “What?”
“We should move,” she repeated, looking at them like they must be dumb for not understanding. “Protect different city.”
Steph frowned slightly. “It’s a nice idea, but Gotham is where we’re supposed to be. Part of the Bat and all that.”
But Barbara seemed to be giving it more consideration. “Move, hm?”
“Yes. Crowded here. Need space. Less boys.” Cass shrugged. “Batgirl Inc.”
Now that made Steph smile. “Batgirl Inc. Sound snazzy.”
The corners of Babs mouth twitced. “Snazzy?”
“I’m bringin’ it back.”
Barbara leaned back in her chair, musing. “The idea seems…interesting but I’m not sure about practicality. Where would we go? Most big cities have their own vigi’s, three Batgirl’s would get in the way. Plus, Steph has GU in the fall and our family’s here.”
Cass pouted and Steph sighed. “We never get nice things.”
“Are you girl’s getting a baking lesson? I’ve always heard women belonged in the kitchen.”
Steph whipped her head around and glared at the perpetrator. “Damian. Just cause you’re ten doesn’t mean I won’t make Cass kick your ass.” The petite Asian glared at him menacingly.
Damian scoffed. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, Brown. You shouldn’t learn how to bake anyway, you’re fat enough as is.”
Cass didn’t even get a chance to get Damian. Steph was already halfway across the room, bloody murder on her face. Robin was quick to run away, but he would be caught. In time.
Alfred shook his head. “I shall have to talk to him about his manners again.”
Cass nodded in agreement, then looked over at Barbara. The redhead was looking at her computer intensely, deaf to their conversation. The petite girl was curious to see what had caught her attention so readily, but reading was still not her strong suit (plus, the cookies were done and that was much more important). The moments that passed were tense, both from waiting for the cookies to cool enough that no one would burn their mouths trying to consume one and Barbara’s intense laptop search. Steph returned after a few minutes, unfruitful in her revenge. “We need to move.”
Not expecting the immediate answer, Steph looked surprised. “What?”
“Hub City,” Barbara repeated, turning around to look at Steph standing in the doorway. “Hasn’t had a vigilante in years. Needs some, too. It’s beginning to get a little hairy. Some Batgirl justice might do it some good.” She raised an eyebrow. “Got a university too. You could transfer. Plus, we can always come back and visit Gotham and see our family. And,” she held up her hands to stop Steph from saying something. “No boys.”
Cass smiled, cookie finally in hand. “Batgirl Inc.”
Alfred raised an eyebrow. “Sounds snazzy.”
I love you.