Happy Steph, sad Steph, contemplative Steph, excited Steph, Kate has seen so many sides to Steph but this is the first time she's seen her friend angry. Not upset or mad, but truly blood-boiling vein-popping furious. Whatever happened out there must've been bad, worse than the vague message she got about an explosion and some gangsters. After everything that happened, and not just last night, Steph must be under a lot of pressure for her to storm out like that. Kate's brow furrowed at Damian like she was about to say something, but instead just shook her head in disapproval and chased after Steph.

Kate followed her down to some sort of locker room to find Steph undressing. When she first entered highschool Kate quickly discovered there were a few perks to being queer, such as girl's locker rooms. But with great power comes great responsibility, so when she caught a glimpse of Steph's bareback she pushed her focus elsewhere. She wasn't a perv and didn't want to make Steph feel uncomfortable. Especially if she's heard any of the exaggerated rumors about Kate's nightlife. After Steph's change of outfit, she sat down on the bench next to her. It was so quiet she could almost hear her breathing. Seeing her like this, so despondent and vulnerable, it broke Kate's heart.

[i]"Thank you, Kate. There are times I don't feel like I deserve your friendship, like I've dragged you deeper into this Bat-hole....."[/i]

Really, it should be the other way around. Before they met Batwoman had almost completely taken over Kate's life. She still doesn't know whether it was out of some sense of duty or a desire for vengeance over a sister who's memory fades a little more each day. Steph reminded there was a person under Batwoman's mask, reminded her why she donned the mask in the first place.

[i]As sad as she may have sounded, nothing would keep Batgirl from the following joke: "You know, but don't ever let that stop you from bringing me coffee...girl could get used to this."[/i]

Was she just... flirting? No, she couldn't be, could she? It was a thought that Kate was cautious to entertain. In her experience the size of the dating pool in Gotham was the same as the number of clean cops. She had an easier time going fist to fist with Killer Croc than finding a girl interested in more than a one night stand. And their friendship wasn't something Kate wanted to risk. Which is why she tried to keep a clean line separating her friendships and her love life. Yet when Steph looks at her with those big blue eyes deeper and more mysterious than the ocean, it was hard to keep her composure. Falling for someone is like gravity, all it takes is a little push. And Kate could feel Steph's cute little smirk send her tumbling over the edge.

"When you guys brought me into the fold, I didn't realize how many of you there were. I used to think it was just me and him, just two nutjobs trying to change this city with our fists. Imagine my surprise when I found out you practically had an army of masked vigilantes. The others, I'm sure they can handle things. After everything that's happened, you deserve to take a break." She paused a moment to bite her tongue, she was rambling too much. "So how about it? Let's take a night off, just you and me. We can do anything you want, just name it."