She'd been pretty shocked at the invitation, but pleased; she hadn't done something like this since Bruce took her in. Her nights were filled with training or patrolling or just barely catching up with the rest of her life.

Before that...she'd had a few sleepovers, but there was always that tinge of resentment that she could never risk having them at her own house.

She tucked those thoughts away as she rode her bike - purple, how thoughtful - and shifted her backpack. As she closed in, she caught sight of the door, and...that must be Fuu.