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Funny thing about being one of the full time capes of the Cave; everything could be an opportunity to train. It was irritating, and usually came when you last wanted it to; Steph had enough time before people started showing up to go 'downstairs' and play with her belt loadouts, re-calibrate the grapple gun, re-charge laser torches--little things that just needed doing. It was during this little bit of squeezed in time that Stephanie found herself locked out of the Batcomputer. Steph had always been good at puzzles and patterns and math--she was Arthur Brown's daughter, afterall. So what was half an hour of navigating password protocols and manipulating custom keystroke commands Bruce didn't even know she knew?

Despite the irritation of the random loop to jump through, Steph couldn't deny the satisfaction in going around it in probably half the time Bruce likely expected it to take her. Without a proper replacement for Alfred, the few of them actually living at Wayne Manor did what they could. When alerts for intruders popped up on the big array of monitors, Steph was sated when she saw the picture of Dick and Barbara, dismissing the alert with one of the afore mentioned custom keystrokes of Bruce's and a sip of her coffee, a big black mug with a yellow Batsymbol on it. Stealth was key.

She felt a little silly stepping through the hidden door in the image of a bookcase, hidden passages in old mansions, cloak and dagger...it was no wonder Steph didn't live at the Manor full time, and only during the semester. And, you know, because it made not just college easier, but being Batgirl infinitely more convenient. In Wayne Manor, if you weren't dragging yourself in at 6am, bruised and bleeding, then you just weren't doing it right. Not at Wayne Manor. Except Selina--she was given a pass, for obvious reasons. 

Wearing the same she'd gone to class in earlier (a dark purple blouse of sand silk with slashed sleeves and a dipping neck, black tights, and flat sandals decorated in amethysts), Steph opened the left of the two great front oak doors, motioning the two enter the main hall of the great manse, a smile mixed with the pain of exposure to Gotham's wintry air.

"Hey! I know you two." _Well, kinda._ "Here for a night of drinking and merry making?...if so, you might want one of the other giant estates in Gotham Heights." Stephanie found herself smirking after the crack, motioning people towards the primary study before closing the door, and leaving the cold outside. "We had the place cleaned and restocked recently. Although, you know, be on the look out for poison darts and booby-traps...Damian and his games."

Need she explain further? Of course not.

"Not sure where the rest are. Probably closing in on us, now. Drinks?"