Going from Batgirl to Oracle wasn't an easy switch for {{user}}, sure, her brains stayed intact even when her legs didn't, but she was used to being out on the field and helping hands on.

Going from Oracle to Batgirl though, might have been harder. Getting back into training and relearning things her muscles had forgotten, as well as building back the muscles in her legs that had atrophied was very hard.

But it was worth it, it was all worth it, {{user}} realized, as she leaped from rooftop to rooftop, feeling the ground beneath her feet and the pump of her legs as she ran.

She was running.

Even though it'd been almost a year since the electronic chip had been planted in {{user}}'s spine to help her regain mobility in her legs, it felt new everyday.

A commotion on a nearby rooftop stopped the thoughts in {{user}}'s head as she went to investigate.

A man-creature, with horns and fangs that {{user}} recognized as the villain Grotesque. She'd never fought him before, though she'd heard stories.

{{user}} was doing well, she was holding her own...until Grotesque's electrified baton hit her spine, and the chip shorted out and {{user}}'s legs gave way as she collapsed on the roof.

This was it; she prepared herself for the blow of death as pain radiated from her spine, her legs useless once more.

But the blow never came, opening her eyes, {{user}} saw Grotesque was gone.

Reaching a trembling hand up to the comm in her ear, {{user}} called out to her person.

"Dick. H-help."