Tuesday.
No classes on a Tuesday this semester.
Normally Stephanie would hang out on campus, play ping pong, catch up on study that she couldn't do at night, or just generally enjoy the sunshine.
Today, however, she felt like a change of pace.
Absently wandering around Killinger's Department Store, hands in her pockets, Stephanie was content with her window shopping, gazing at the different outfits that were in fashion lately, that she was just not cool enough to pull off.
She would stick with her beat up jeans and tee shirts.
Those studded ankle boots were cute though.
After a lap of one floor, looking at everything at caught her eye, usually something glittery, Stephanie made a move to the food court, bought herself some lunch, and took a seat.
Absently pushing the lettuce of the caesar salad around with her fork before taking a mouthful, her attention was grabbed by a young mother, sitting not too far from her, engaged in a spirited conversation with her daughter, roughly four or five, about whether Batman, Robin and the Bat Family were vampires, as the young girl cheerfully munched chicken nuggets.
The mother 'believed' they must have been vampires. When had her daughter ever seen any of them out in the day time? Little Miss Nuggets disagreed. Her reasoning? Vampires weren't real, don't be silly, Mommy. Batman was.

‘Sound logic. Can't argue with that, Little One.’

Steph nodded to herself, resting her fork against her chin.
Then it hit her.
Her daughter would be about the same age.
Slowly sitting back in her seat, Steph looked down at her half eaten food, not so hungry anymore.
Closing the container, she stood, getting up, and left to do another lap, to try to distract herself.

'Is she a girly girl? A tomboy? What's her favorite color? Favorite food? ...Is she happy? Safe? ...Loved?’

The idea of her daughter being unhappy, unsafe, or unloved, some of the very reasons Stephanie gave her up for adoption in the first place caused her eyes to well up on the spot.
Quickly running her forearm across her eyes, she sniffed, deciding to retreat to the car instead.
Setting her forehead against the steering wheel, she took a deep breath, trying to arrange scattered, racing thoughts. Bruce told her when she was dying that her daughter would want for nothing. So he would know where she was, right?
Unless he didn't go through with it, and was just saying anything to try to comfort a dying girl.
What would she do with that information if she did know where she was anyway? Go see her? Then what?
If she's loved and happy, she'd only be hurting herself. And if she wasn't, what was she gonna do, burst in as Batgirl and take the kid away?
Letting out a half sob, half growl of frustration, gritting her teeth, Steph took several slow, deep breaths, sent a 'Heads up, I'm coming over' message to one of her good friends, started the car, and drove.
Letting herself in, dragging her feet slightly, she dropped her backpack to the floor as she shuffled into the living room, with every intention to flop face down on the couch and not move until Jubilee checked her for signs of life, however, she was already sitting there, watching Shogo toddle around on the floor, playing with one of the dozens of toys Steph may or may not have gotten him for Christmas.

“Oh. Hey.”

Steph forces her chirpy tone, and a smile, Jubilee glancing at her.

“Hey Steph. Could you keep an eye on Shogo for a second, I really gotta-”

The subtle urgency in her voice told Steph all she needed to know, and she nodded.

“Go, I got you.”

As the firecracker briskly walked out down the hall, Steph dropped down into a seated position, legs crossed indian style, opening her arms and welcoming the youngster into her lap, getting a soft coo from him as she gave him a cuddle.

“Spoiler is gonna end up spoiling the crap outta you, Shoges. Yeah, I know, I'm not Spoiler anymo-ow!”

Her little speech cut short by him grabbing hold of a handful of her hair and yanking. She couldn't blame him, it was bright yellow, like his mother's favored jacket after all.

But she was going to remember that.