I just thought of how awesome it would be when they put batgirl in the new batman films and this just popped into my head, so I hope you like it. ALSO, apparently, the new batgirl is going to be Miley Cyrus! If it is I will never watch it, no offence to Miley, but she will never be Batgirl, ever.
Anyway, ENJOY!
Barbara couldn't believe her father sometimes. After a three year trip to England, she had gone to live with her aunt for a while, she had expected to be welcomed back with open arms, but nooooo. Her father hadn't even bothered to meet her at Gotham station. She grumbled and picked up her suitcase, it had all her clothes in it and she was wearing a backpack, both were rather heavy, and started to walk home. Following all the road signs, but much to her surprise Gotham hadn't changed much since she'd left.
It was like she'd never been gone.
It was late and the rain was pouring down, making her two bags seem even heavier and to make it worse she was probably jetlagged as it was around midnight and she still felt wide awake. It was either jetlag or she was some kind of bat.
She flipped her phone open and called her father once more, and once more she got no reply. She glared at the word Dad as it flashed on her phone, stupid idiot.
It didn't occur to Barbara that her father was at this present moment in time talking to a masked vigilante, why would it? Barbara didn't know who or what Batman was, so she just presumed her father had forgotten about his eldest child.
She dragged her suitcase behind her, not caring about the noise it was making and cursed her father in her head.
How could he forget to pick her up? How was that even possible? She kicked a puddle and sighed. Three years she had been gone and he'd already forgotten her. She had been sent to live with her aunt because she apparently had 'anger issues'. Well now she was back, and she was angrier than ever.
She continued on her walk, just a another street or two and she'd be home. She continued but noticed something, as her footsteps splashed in the rain, so did someone else's. They were almost perfectly in sync with her, but not quite. Barbara sped up a bit and so did the footsteps behind her. Okay, she had been back in Gotham, what? Ten minutes? And already she had a stalker. New record.
Almost home, almost home.
She went to turn and paused, wait, this alleyway wasn't there before…was it? Oh great, not only was she being stalked but she was lost as well.
"Need some help sweetheart?" A deep male voice behind her asked, she noted that he sounded rather gleeful at the fact she was lost.
"No" She replied curtly and kept walking, away from the alleyway. Even though she currently had no idea where she was, she was not sticking around near this guy.
"You sure? You look a bit lost to me darling" Her pursuer then asked and Barbara heard him chuckle ever so slightly as he spoke. Never a good sign.
"Absolutely, now piss off" She replied without looking back and heard some very loud laughter, and then she was running.
She ran as fast as she could with a heavy backpack and suitcase, but it didn't get her very far.
"Hang on darling!" He murmured, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back.
Barbara's training kicked in.
She grabbed the guys wrist and struck backwards with her foot, catching the guy in the knee. He swore and let go on her shoulder, and she span around, cracking him in the side of the face with a roundhouse kick. The guy stumbled back and clutched his mouth, but Barbara could see the blood trickling through his fingers.
"You little bitch!" He yelled at her and she let go of her suitcase and slipped the backpack off her back.
"Oh you picked the wrong girl to fuck with" She snarled at him, her voice was like velvet, rolling gently off her tongue.
He roared in anger and lunged forward with both arms, intent on pushing her over her suitcase and onto the ground. Barbara manoeuvred around his arms and stuck her foot out, whilst grabbing an arm and throwing him to the ground. He started to get up but Barbara kicked him in the face and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Arsehole" She muttered and grabbed her suitcase again and shrugged her backpack onto her shoulders.
"Barbara?"
She turned and groaned internally, trust him to turn up now.
"Hey Dad" She greeted holding up a hand in greeting, the guy below her groaned and she kicked him again.
"Stop that! What are you doing?" He asked her in disbelief and she stared at him, a mixture of anger and disbelief on her face.
"He was going to attack me! Or rape me or something! He was stalking me!" She told him and glared at him, he relented then. It was a very believable story, things like that happened all the time in Gotham.
"Well, come on, let's get you home in the dry" Her father told her and he grabbed her suitcase, and she let him and followed him to the car.
"The cruiser? Why are you picking me up in the cruiser?" She asked him and noticed that the lights were flashing, ah, no wonder he was late.
"Problems arose" He told her opening the trunk and sticking her suitcase in along with her backpack.
She walked forward and clambered in beside her father and saw something move in the rear view mirror.
"Hey"
Barbara turned around, there was a girl about her age, if not slightly older sat behind her. She had long red hair and green eyes that were shifty and suspicious. On her wrists were a pair of handcuffs.
"Hey" Barbara replied turning in her seat to get a better look, the girl was thin, very thin, like she hadn't eaten in a week. And she was scruffy, tangled dirty hair and scratches all over her face.
"Names Pamela, Pamela Isley, you?" She asked leaning forwards casually and resting her hands on the back of Barbara's seat, her father cast her a glance but she ignored it.
"Barbara Gordon, why you hear Pam?" Barbara replied and Pamela shrugged her shoulders.
"Nicked a loaf of bread, needed the food" Pamela told her with a shrug and Barbara's father snorted under his breath, both girls glared at him.
"Ignore him, I usually do, anyway, what's your punishment gonna be? Or don't you know?" Barbara asked ignoring her father's slightly angry, slightly amused glare.
"Probably community service, or some crap like that" Pamela told her and the car slowed to a halt and the door was opened by another police officer, Pamela glanced over at Barbara.
"See you round"
The door shut and Barbara smiled before turning to face the front of the car, and then noticed her father was watching her.
"What? Is it illegal to converse in this town? Jeez" Barbara muttered and her father shook his head, before putting the cruiser in gear and driving them both home. Having Barbara around again was going to be interesting.