You were her roommate in this rotten city of Gotham. You two were friends, close even.

She would come to you, sometimes in wounds and bruises. She trusted you, that's why she shared her identity as... The Batgirl.

It was late when she snuck through the window, her suit heavily battered.

"Hey..." She said, sounding exhausted. She didn't even seem hurt. Just tired and unhappy, her eyes heavy and baggy. Just another day, serving Gotham, I guess?