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Batgirl by Brett Booth
BATGIRL #15 Written by GAIL SIMONE Art and cover by ED BENES On sale DECEMBER 12 • 32 pg, FC, $2.99 US • RATED T • A “DEATH OF THE FAMILY” tie-in! • With so many funerals planned, The Joker decides it’s time for a wedding! • Barbara’s first confrontation with The Joker since he shot her is coming to a horrifying conclusion!
I’m not sure how I feel about this. At least it’s not another cover of her bleeding out from a stab wound?
She scoffed slightly. “Do I sound as if I’m from Gotham?” she said, thickening her Russian accent deliberately. Gotham was quite the multicultural city, but she knew that her natural accent, the one she had trained herself to conceal when she’d first come to the city with the League years ago, still stood out.
She hoped it would communicate something that her words did not: I have nothing to do with this foul city. There is nothing of this place in me.
“I assure you,” she continued, still letting her tongue naturally, “I am perfectly capable of handling myself out there, and I do not need a silly costume to do it. But is that how you would have your people live? In fear of going outside? It is your criminals, your so-called rogues, who should be frightened of discovery, not your people.”
"Yeah, I kind of figured you weren't, lady." Barbara Gordon felt it time to drop the goody-two-shoes routine. Citizen or not, this woman wasn't from Gotham and she certainly wasn't going to play nice anytime soon. "I mean, let's face it. If you have no idea who I am, then you are seriously not from around here."
The only question was where was this woman from? And who was she? Okay, that was two questions, but that was beside the point as far as the redhead was concerned.
"The costume isn't a fashion statement, and it's not just for fighting rogues. It's to conceal your identity so the people who are close to you--the people you care about--don't get hurt. Superhero 101. Didn't anyone teach you anything? And that's what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to clean the city out from rogues and scumbags and low-lives. That's what the Batman is trying to do, that's what Nightwing's trying to do, and that's what I'm trying to do, okay?" Never in Barbara's life did she think she'd say Nightwing's name with anything but animosity and indignation, but she kind of had her buttons pushed and was on a roll, no less. "And if you don't like it here, then why don't you just go back to wherever you came from because I doubt Gotham needs your input when it has millions of others in more need than you."
“Whenever something bad happens, I just always have to tell myself that this is happening for a reason, and I have to be learning something from this and taking something away from this. And you just have to think about the big picture, and you have to remember just how small you are in the grand scheme of things, and that in the long run, you’re probably going to be okay. So that’s all I kept thinking about…just trying to make the best out of .”
“No, I generally don’t keep up with celebrity gossip.” It was a bit of an insult, one she hoped the girl would realize.
She wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. She was completely alone here, she was sure of it; as far as she knew, none of the watchful eyes that served her sister were tracking her. Her actions weren’t limited. She was certain that she could take this masked woman out easily. At the same time, part of her wanted to duck down the nearest alleyway. It wasn’t that she was afraid — far from it — but the situation was slightly unnerving, especially since she had no idea how this costumed figure fit into the plan.
“Are you certain there’s nothing I can help you with?” Her voice was cold, as were her eyes.
"But you gotta watch the news, right?" Barbara Gordon laughed, but when she noticed the woman wasn't laughing, she quickly clammed up.
Needless to say, this definitely wasn't the reaction she had expected. Or the vibes to boot. Normally, a civilian would have either knew who she was or would have run off in fear. A rogue would have already brandished a gun or a knife by now. This woman was different. Barbara knew she wasn't a rogue, but she certainly wasn't an ordinary citizen either. Nope, that was definitely out of the window.
"The only way you can help me is if you stay stay indoors at this time of night, ma'am. See, rogues have the tendency to roam about at this hour. But you'd know that, wouldn't you?" She smiled. "Being from Gotham and all."
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Nyssa’s suspicion only increased. She wasn’t at all afraid of this woman, but she was certainly prepared to be irritated.
“Indeed,” she said, studying the woman’s strange getup. Why did Gotham’s vigilantes insist on dressing so outlandishly? They went beyond theatricality and crossed the border into the absurd.
“You assume too much, Bat…woman? girl? I’m assuming you have a name for yourself.”
"Batwoman?" Barbara tilted her head with some amusement.
Hehe. I wish, lady. Wait, that would have been a better name, wouldn't it have been? I mean, I'm a girl, but I'm more a woman, but--oh, never mind!
"Right, names. Yeah, I got one. But somethin' tell me you aren't from around here if you don't know who I am, ma'am." She laughed lightly. It could have been interpreted as either a joke or an assumption or even both, but that would be something the woman before her would have to tackle, not her.
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Nyssa stopped in her tracks. It wasn’t the other woman’s voice that halted her, for she’d only barely heard it; rather, it was the sight of the bike slowing in her peripheral.
She removed her small headphones. It went against all public advice to walk alone at night through Gotham wearing headphones, but she felt the city didn’t exactly pose a threat to her. She’d fended off a mugger two weeks ago without pausing her music.
She eyed the other woman suspiciously. “What?”
Barbara blinked and made an awkward laugh. Well, that wasn't the reaction she had quite expected. But it wasn't like she hadn't been treated so cautiously before, no matter which persona it was. "Uh, just... saying good evening... ma'am," the redhead repeated her greeting just as awkwardly as her forced chuckle happened to be.
The woman ha supposed that her appearance could throw com people off. After all, she was Batgirl right now, not mild-mannered and (mostly) friendly Barbara Gordon; sometimes, so much as a costume determined a person's perspective on whether the person they saw was a good guy or a rogue--even though Barbara was pretty much showing off her Team Batman colors with the outfit similarities and symbol.
"Oh, and making sure the streets are safe for citizens like yourself. This kind of comes with the whole vigilante gig, and you can't be too careful." Gotham was Gotham.
[He held out his hand to her.] And I appreciate them. [He grinned.] And I will do likewise, Ms. Gordon. And I’m glad you trust me. [Even if he knew she shouldn’t, but he had no plans to break that trust yet. Yet.] So you’ve returned to the asylum, do I imagine you have another case or is it more of a personal visit? [He teased.]
[Barbara gave a small smile before she took his hand and gave it a good shake--with how corrupt and crime-ridden it got in Gotham, it was hard for the woman to easily trust someone, but with Doctor Arkham, the faith came naturally.] I'm still working on the last case. Personal visit, actually. I wanted to check up and you and see how my favorite doctor is doing. [She grinned and tilted her head with a laugh.]