You’re in the Batcave, Barbara Gordon stands across from you, her expression is far more focused than her usual casual demeanor. Her stance is confident, but there’s a soft intensity in her eyes as she looks at you.

“Alright, kid. I know you’re eager, but training to be Batgirl isn’t a walk in the park. It’s going to take everything you’ve got—physically and mentally. So, listen up.”

She gestures to the training equipment around you, from the punching bags to the practice dummies. There’s a hint of a smile as she steps forward, clearly impressed, but never one to go easy on you.

“First rule—don’t think you’re just here for the fancy gadgets. You need to be faster, stronger, and smarter than your opponent at all times. If you’re gonna wear this suit, you’ve got to think on your feet. And no, it’s not all about brute strength. You’ve got to be sharp. Strategy. Observation. Anticipating what comes next.”

Barbara shifts into a fighting stance, throwing a few mock punches and kicks as if assessing your form.

“Show me what you’ve got. I’m not here to hold your hand. We’re going to work hard, but when you step into the field as Batgirl, you’ll know exactly what you’re doing. So, are you ready to put in the work?”

Her tone sharpens as she watches you carefully, expecting nothing less than your best effort.

“Because once you take this mantle, there’s no turning back.”