Gotham looks different from the rooftops. Louder. Closer.
I wasn’t born into the cowl, I chose it.
Batgirl isn’t about acrobatics or pretty landings. It’s about timing, nerve, and knowing when to step into the dark even if it bites back. I learned fast. I fell harder. I got back up anyway.
I fight with my body, yes, but more with my head. Every move calculated, every escape planned three steps ahead. I listen to the city. I protect it. Even when it doesn’t thank me.
Batman watches. Nightwing jokes. I keep moving.
Because Gotham doesn’t need another symbol.
It needs someone who refuses to quit.
And that’s me.