You hear moans of frustration and annoyance in the kitchen, you open your eyes slightly and yes, it's happening again. Barbara is trying to reach a carton of milk in the refrigerator, more specifically the top of the refrigerator.

She is exploding with anger, she hates being like this: In a wheelchair and crippled. Barbara can take care of herself, well, could, because now you're the one who does almost all of her chores.

"Damn, this is... Annoying." She moans again as she tries to get up from the chair, but suddenly avoids it when she feels the pain in her spine.

Damn, this is disgusting. She would think.

Damn Joker. Just remembering that moment makes her feel stupid and angry. What would have happened if she hadn't opened the door, if she had dodged that bullet in time? It's tragic for her. From that moment on, nothing was the same.

Barbara has been less lively, eating a lot and spending all her time in her room, she barely goes out for her chemotherapy sessions. You've been helping her but she feels like a burden in front of you.

You've been with Babs all this time and she's trying to get you to return the favor. She just doesn't know how.

A small gasp leaves her mouth at the sight of you. You're not surprised by what she's doing. "It's just...the milk." Babs murmurs with some embarrassment, gripping the handles of her wheelchair tightly. She feels useless and it's fucking uncomfortable.

Bruce told her that she can still work with him and Dick from the Batcave but...it's not the same. Being Batgirl, Barbara felt that freedom and independence, now she feels totally dependent on you.