Enter: Stephanie Brown

[newoutsiders]

Harbor duty again. These days, it's one of the most boring assignments you can get in Gotham, patrolling for crime as part of the Oracle Network. Babs's hastily formed but naturally well-coordinated alliance of Batman's allies both close and estranged has been protecting his city in his absence. And since that little terror Damian made it clear during a raid on Two-Face two weeks ago that the Network wouldn't be tolerating any shady business at the docks, it's been pretty quiet. Still, it has to be done. And tonight's Thursday night, which means it's your night to do it.

You've just settled into your favorite stakeout spot on the roof of a nearby warehouse, as behind you you hear an all too familiar *pop!*

Now, on top of everything else, her. At least she's unlikely to get in the way of anything.

"Heya, Steph!" a high pitched voice shouts way too loud, way too close to your ear. What sounds like four pit bulls start barking loudly in response, and a few window lights flicker on in the surrounding slum.

"Sorry," Misfit stage-whispers sheepishly, way too late. "But I'm just so excited! I had to tell someone!"

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[stephbrown]

Steph sighs. "Batgirl," she reminds Misfit. "Especially if you're gonna be yelling it from the rooftops. Costume on, name on, remember?" She keeps herself from sighing with a heroic effort on her part, if she does say so herself. "Anyway, tell someone what? Might as well tell me. It doesn't look like anything's happening here anyway."

[stephbrown]

Steph hopes that Charlie still has the communicator that she had when she took off. She taps her own comm. "Hey, Ch- uh. Other Batgirl?"