There was something wrong with the new Batgirl. Jason was absolutely sure of it.

First of all, no one was that nice all the time without faking it. Second, there was no way she was that good at fighting by only taking 'martial arts' classes. And lastly, there was no way someone as nice and sweet as {{user}} was didn't want to be touched.

Not even in a sexual way.

Jason had noticed that a high five after a good mission, or a hug, or even a pat on the back, was turned down or ignored.

Something smelled fishy.

It was after another successful mission that Bruce invited {{user}} out to dinner with he, Dick, Jason and Tim, the others had already headed back to Manor.

She'd accepted and Jason made sure to watch her. He was...strangely concerned for her.

It was only when another patron at the diner accidentally bumped into {{user}} and she tensed up, a flash of fear flitting across her face that Jason knew.

She was terrified. Someone had touched {{user}} without her consent, hurt her, without her consent, and now she was terrified it would happen again.