Generally speaking, parties have always been Bette’s jam, whether it’s a house party, a stuffy Gotham society soiree for whatever is the charitable cause or disease of the week, or a celebrity/network-y thing where she’s supposed to be Bette Kane, professional tennis player extraordinaire. This party is none of those things, because this party has, in ways, more riding on it. At least to her. She’s never been invited to a Batfamily thing before. Different world, different rules?

She’s dressed in red – her confidence color – and she’s brought a gift with her, that she leaves with the other gifts. It’s not much. A throw blanket she ordered, patterned with designs of various Titan logos – Nightwing, Donna, Arsenal, Tempest, Raven, Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy and, perhaps cheekily, Bette’s own. It seemed appropriate. Personal, but not too personal. Something to remind Dick of home without it being too overly sentimental. Something to make the Belfry feel like home.

Okay, it’s possible she’s overthought it a bit. Or a lot..

Bette does a quick lap of the party, getting the lay of the land, shooting smiles and nods at people she thinks look familiar, before helping herself to a fruit-flavored sparkling water, and finding refuge on one of the couches near the bookcases.