It wasn’t often that Stephanie Brown was the one that hit the streets of Gotham of a night.
Rare, if ever, really.
Normally it was Batgirl prowling the rooftops and alleyways, darkness and shadow as her friends, hugging her as tightly as the for fitting batsuit did.
Ok, maybe not.
She wasn’t a slinky, shadow creeping badass ninja. She was more a surprise dropkick ‘hi fellas’ kinda Batgirl, but a girl can pretend.
Out and about, seeing the city from the rare ground vantage point, her hands deep in the pockets of her jackets, Steph wandered down the quiet streets. A few blocks away, she could hear the muffled sounds of parties; loud voices, the low distorted rumbling of bass in over cranked music, and general merriment.
People living their lives. Enjoying their lives.
Moving further into the city, even though it was well past 2am, she didn’t feel the least bit unsafe. Sure, that was probably because of who she was, or that she was subconsciously avoiding specific areas while out alone as, well, NOT BATGIRL, Steph stopped into an all night diner, grabbing herself a coffee, sitting in a booth by a window.

“Girl, you are crazy to be out this late alone. You're gonna get yourself killed.”

The portly, almost grandmotherly waitress shakes her head as she pours the coffee into her mug, Steph grinning brightly.

“Nah, Gothams got my back. You love her, she loves you, that's how it works.”

“Yeah, You ARE crazy.”

Was the only response, before the waitress walked away, shaking her head.
With a shrug, Steph shrugged a shoulder and sipped at the coffee. Wasn’t the first time her positivity was mocked. Wouldn't be the last.
It may have seemed crazy to most in the city, hell, any one that knew Gothams reputation, but she believed in it. That it was beautiful. That the people in it were good. That they could ultimately make it great.
And that's all that mattered to her.