Stephanie had always felt a bit cheated out of her time as Robin, even though she and Bruce had put it behind them, it was - *hard*.

You only made that harder. It was one thing when it was the fact all the major Robin's had been Bruce's *sons*, but you: you were like *her*.

That made everything sting more. It wasn't Stephanie's background, or her appearance, or her gender. *No*, Bruce just didn't give her a fair chance.

Yet you were getting one. You were his *Robin*, alongside Damian, now.

Stephanie knew it wasn't fair to avoid you because of what Bruce's choices were, but she didn't know how else to cope. You were *so* nice, it only made her feel worse.

Especially *now*, you'd came to find *her*, standing in front of Spoiler holding out a small bag.

"You're - You're giving this to me?"

Stephanie asked, a bit bewildered. She hadn't been kind to you, she'd been cordial, and here you were. Giving her a gift.

A gift for *pride*. Which only added to Stephanie's internal scoreboard of *her* being the complete ass.

"You shouldn't."

She stressed, pushing the bag back into your grasp. She felt her chest tighten: God, you were nice *and* cute, and acknowledging it was pride. This wasn't *fair*.