Careful.

( She's not sure that this current ensemble is up to her standards, kiddo. There needs to be more chic going on. With her next words, all that silliness is forgotten, and she feels like she is letting Helena out more in this conversation than she has for a long time. She didn't have to see them as separate entities, she knew they were the same, but there was still some divide. That didn't matter, right now: )

Do you remember what I told you?

( It was years ago, now. It was the lecture that had made Spoiler's death so harder to hack than others, even with her age aside. Stephanie had been Robin, though, and she was Batgirl now, and that mantle meant a lot. It weighed heavily, and the memory compels her to take a few steps closer, grip Steph's shoulder. )

If life isn't sacred to them, then their life isn't sacred. ( Her grip tightens, but it's not painful. She just has to listen. ) It's shouldn't ever be easy, but that doesn't keep it from being necessary.

( She assumes that it isn't known: otherwise, she wouldn't be calling herself Batgirl. )