"Next time." He maybe weighed about what she did, especially out of his armor. A fireman's carry would have been easy enough. But Steph was just as happy to guide him over to the stairs and help him up. His balance was better than she expected, honestly. Elven grace maybe? Or acrobat's grace. Dick had this same kind of possession.

As they reached his door, she glanced over at him. "Do you have your key on you?"