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Day 112 of No Man’s Land:
The facts needed to be recorded. Barbara didn’t want to record them.
A new vigilante has emerged—
It sounded simple, not like her finger on the trigger, ready to shoot and then her. Fighting, moving, acting like she belonged.
—She is acting as Batgirl—
She hated her, this girl. Did she even know whose colors she wore? Whose life she’d stolen? Did she have any idea what it meant?
Did she know the way Barbara had nearly let her finger slip?
—Identity: Unknown—
But not for long, never for long. Barbara would find her.