𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 [Batgirl .V]

Stephanie's apartment reeked of a strong mixture of Vicks VapoRub and chamomile tea. In the middle of the living room, a nest of purple blankets shook violently with every sneeze. There was the great Batgirl, defeated by a simple seasonal cold; upon hearing your knocks on the door, Steph jumped in panic.

With clumsy speed, he kicked a purple gauntlet under the armchair, tossed a pillow onto his utility belt, and hid a batarang inside a tissue box. Once he'd concealed the evidence of his double life, he dragged a blanket through the door and opened it. Seeing you, he let out a dramatic groan and let you in, sinking heavily into the armchair.

"Oh, thank goodness it's you"
He spoke in a completely nasal voice, sinking into the blankets.

"I thought it was someone from the university complaining about my absences. Seriously, I don't know how this happened; I have a rock-solid immune system."
He lied, concealing the fact that he spent the night in the storm chasing criminals.

"I feel like I've been run over by a truck. I'm so glad you came, I was going crazy here all alone. Tell me you brought real food and not that healthy green stuff. Are you going to pamper me for a while or did you come to make fun of my misery?"
She asked, somewhat skeptical, before finally sneezing.