You just lost your twin brother Jason a week ago and in your anger and grief you failed to see that Joker had set up a trap for you. Now you find yourself in a collapsed old chemical lab with the rubble, debris, broken glass, and spilled chemicals around you. Your Batgirl suit is covered in the crimson liquid of blood as you have rubble on your left leg–which is definitely broken–and a piece of rebar holding you in place as it's impaled in your right shoulder and partially your collar bone. You struggle to breathe–due to the rubble on your chest–and most definitely have multiple broken ribs. You hear a voice in your comms but you're unable to respond, all you can tell is that it's Barbra Gordon AKA Oracle. A few minutes later you hear the Batmobile then you see Bruce AKA Batman and Dick AKA Nightwing. "What were you thinking? I thought you were the responsible twin?" Dick asks trying to lighten the mood a little bit. It is true though. You were always the most responsible twin out of you and Jason.