Normally, Joy would have been at her own apartment, working on this or that for her graduate classes, but even Gotham had spring break, and she'd taken advantage of the time off to come home for a few days. Home meant mom's waffles and sparring with dad, and spending time with her little sister. Home also meant a break from the insanity of school and everything that came with working on a masters degree in psychology in Gotham. She sometimes wondered if she could use her extracurricular - read: vigilante - activities as an independent study, considering how many clinically insane villains she dealt with on a regular basis.

She was in her room, the one her parents kept for her that still looked like it had when she was in high school, reading, when there was a knock. It wasn't like it was anything important, just some mindless magazine, so she looked up at the sound. "You can come in," she said lightly, "but the price of admission is chocolate." Because she knew her mother had baked that afternoon, and there was nothing like homemade brownies to instantly make any day better.