So she's back.

Big freaking deal.

[boring day, playing Skyrim for hours]

[trying not to faint, bleeding badly]

Getting a forensic phychology degree? Sucks!

I think they need my help.

Wearing again the Batgirl costume was awkward, but it also felt right, you know? Like an old friend you have years to see and suddenly you start to talk and it’s like you are best friend again and nothing had change. Wearing the costume felt like…it felt like going home.

Most people will argue with my decision; my dad is going to have a stroke or a heart attack or both. Dinah doesn’t approve, but she doesn’t judge either. She’s…I don’t know what she is. We, um, we haven’t spoke much since I decided to be Batgirl again and I don’t blame her.

Sometimes…sometimes I don’t know why I want to jump from rooftop to rooftop so much. I never thought myself as an adrenaline junkie and I don’t think I am. But I like what I like and I like being out on the streets and…

Yeah, being Batgirl is awkward, but it’s also right.

Guilty as charged.

I try my best not to do it, but I fail most of the times. That doesn’t bother me much. I am a human and humans tend to favour their favourites. It’s the knowledge that people know and depending on that is what bothers me. Take Black Canary for example. The woman in unable to follow a simple order if I’m not yelling to her ear and most of the times she will ignore me and all will be great after the mission is over. Yet, when Huntress do the same…let’s just say that Huntress had a good reason not to like me very much.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dinah asked for the second time in as many minutes.

Barbara nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

“You’re sure? I can stay if you want.”

“Dinah, I’m fin--“ Barbara sneezed and instantly her hand went to find another tissue. Well, she couldn’t deny that she didn’t have the flu anymore. She was feeling low for a few days now, but today she had the whole package: fever, chills, headache, and fatigue.

“I can see that,” Dinah said dryly and took her cell phone out. “I’m going to order some soup, you will eat it without a single complain and then you’ll go to the bed. Black Canary’s orders so not a single word.”

Barbara tried to protest. “You’ll get the flu too.”

“I’m not going to get anything, genius girl. I, unlike someone in this room that I will not name, have done my flu shot. Now go to bed and stay there.”

Shivering Barbara could only do what she was told. She was feeling awful and the last thing she wanted was to screw things up while on duty. “Ask Proxy to cover for me.”

Dinah smiled. “Will do Boss lady. Now go to bed and stay there until you don’t look as if you’re going to faint any second now.”

Barbara rolled her eyes and said between her teeth. “I don’t look that bad.”

“You said something?” The Canary asked.

“Nothing. I’m going to bed now,” Barbara wheeled herself but stopped. “Dinah? Thanks.”

Long time ago.

Except if you count wheelchair races. Then never. Okay, maybe once when Dinah had both her legs in cast and I had fired her. But I did it only to cheer her up! She can be such a pain in the ass something.

The last time I run…I was still young, still Batgirl, still fighting the good fight. From all the things I miss running is what I miss the most. Sex…it’s not that bad. It takes some time and foreplay last a bit longer, but if he’s not complaining then I’m not complaining.

But running? I used to love to run. As I child I used to run all the time driving my father mad. I was fast too. Almost made it to the national team, but Spy Smasher had another opinion. Funny thing? She didn’t make it. Confess that she had thrown me out of my line and we both stayed home to watch the Olympics from the TV.

God, I still love to run! If I could have one wish…It’s kinda selfish, right? To have one wish and wish something for yourself. I should ask for world peace. Next time I find a genie I’ll ask for world peace, I swear.

But I can dream, right?

I can dream.

Modesty runs in the Bat family but…

Barbara eats pressure for breakfast and then asks for a second plate.

Every day is under a lot of pressure, but then again most of her family and friends are. But when Black Canary is fighting a dozen of ninja assassins, Huntress is screaming to the comm link about sending Hawk to help her and the JLA suddenly remembers that she’s the world’s best hacker and needs her assistance.

Of course that’s not happening every day. Some night are so boring that Barbara wants to shut the internet down and then pull it back up only to have something to do. Then a phone rings and someone is doing something somewhere and she’s back wishing for a quiet night.