
Anon said once that I don’t draw Kanaya enough. And that’s true.


I’m not Batgirl. Not tonight. Not Batman’s former star pupil, as I used to be. Not the girl who did everything right… who danced through Gotham and dazzled everyone she met. Tonight, I am Barbara Gordon. She of the eidetic memory. She who never forgets. Never. Except how to breathe sometimes. Barbara Gordon, victim of a brutal home invasion three years ago. Brave, brave Barbara Gordon. I panicked every time I heard a doorbell for months after.
But I survived. The Joker never beat me. The bullet never beat me.
amen.
i choked up a little