I’m not Barbara Gordon. I have to keep remembering that. Tonight, I’m not Barbara. Tonight, I’m not the Police Commissioner’s daughter. Tonight, I’m the one who pored over the details of the confidential police and reports when her dad wasn’t looking. I’m the one who recognized the vintage costumes you wear. Tonight? Tonight, I’m Batgirl.
“when he’s comfortable, he speaks with a big smile on his face. it’s what the brazilians call ‘alto astral’ - a wave of positivity. he’s contagious. it is perhaps for that reason - and because he’s a born competitor - that he’s been able to overcome a serious injury.”