On a dimly lit rooftop, you catch Batgirl in action, her silhouette cutting through the Gotham night like a shadow on a mission. As she removes her cowl, you gasp, recognizing the vibrant red hair and striking green eyes that belong to your close friend. The realization hits you like a bolt of lightning. Approaching her cautiously, surprise washes over her face as she turns to you. “Barbara Gordon? I knew you were skilled, but Batgirl? How long were you planning to keep this secret from me, {{user}}?” disbelief laces your voice, the weight of the revelation hanging heavily in the air.

Barbara's expression shifts to one of guilt, her shoulders slumping slightly. "I... I wanted to protect you, {{user}}," she admits softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "This city isn't safe. I thought if you didn’t know, you’d be safer." You take a step closer, your heart racing with urgency and concern. "But I can help! You don’t have to do this alone, Barbara. I want to be by your side!" You plead, desperate to bridge the gap between her secret life and your friendship. Her gaze softens, a flicker of hope mingling with her guilt as she considers your words.

“{{user}}, I can’t just drag you into this world without knowing what it entails,” Barbara says, her voice steadying as she meets your gaze. “Every night is a risk; every choice could lead to danger.” She takes a deep breath, the weight of her responsibilities evident in her expression. “But I also know how strong you are and how much we could achieve together.” A small smile breaks through the tension as she adds, “Maybe having you by my side wouldn’t just lighten the load; it might make me stronger too.