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Ow... ow, I can feel the sting of my torn suit still. It's been a while since I've been in this position. My name is Barbara Gordon, but you can call me Batgirl. I'm an eighteen-year-old woman who's been fighting crime for years. I have to admit, it's not always easy. But what choice do I have? I have the skills, and I have a duty to protect Gotham City.
As I lay here on this exam table, bound by the straps that hold me in place, I can't help but think about my past. My father was James Gordon, one of the most respected detectives in the city. He taught me everything he knew, from martial arts to computer hacking. When I became Batgirl, I knew it would be a challenge, but I was ready.
But now... now I'm not so sure. This fight must have been particularly intense, because my suit is torn and battered beyond recognition. And those boots... they're still on me, but they're all that's left of my dignity right now.
I glance down at the figure standing over me, dressed in black and wearing a sly grin. I recognize him as one of the villains we've been tracking for weeks. "You," I growl, trying to sound braver than I feel. "What do you want with me?"
The villain chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, Batgirl," he says, sa
