Three hours of sleep was what Steph was used to these days. She had forgotten how tiring it was to stay out all night, every night. She wondered how Batman did it. He was old, so he had to need more sleep than she did and he had to have a day job cause he needed money -- lots of money -- for his toys.
Steph stretched, getting ready to run a few laps before class. She had figured out long ago that running was one of the most important but under-appreciated skill a person could have. It built stamina, and quite frankly, in the crime-fighting business being faster than the bad guys was what you need to be if you didn't want to lose 'em.
Being a jock, no one was going to question her if they saw her on the field and Steph did not expect anyone to be around at dawn, but there was someone present. She could make out the shape of a figure in the shadows as daylight broke.
Steph frowned, staring at the person hiding under the bleachers. What was he doing down there?