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Happy anniversary? I can't believe it's been one year already. It's been 365 days since I was kind of shot in the head trying to save Fransisco. A year since I've slept in my own bed, seen my mom... but it's not like Africa. There's not that guilt. It doesn't feel like I ran away, and I'm not ashamed of anything. I'm not going backwards, but forward, making the best of what I've been given.
Holy crap. A year. I've been in a MAGICAL CASTLE for ONE WHOLE YEAR.
A lot's happened. Cass is here, Tim and I are friends, me and some other-Bruce are on good terms and he's training me. He hasn't treated me like some yo yo. I have a social life, no college to worry about, so many friends that I don't ever have to be alone if I don't want to be. I can be open with people and not worry about secret identities that much. I've helped people. I've faced the Joker, monsters, spiders... and we don't need to reminisce about the Damsel stuff here. I've seen a lot of crazy stuff, but I guess I can thank Gotham for giving me some prep.
[A few thoughtful pan taps, and a little Batgirl doodle.]
You've come a long way, Stephanie Brown, if I do say so myself. Not too shabby for a lame villain's daughter.
I finally feel like I'm a part of this "family" that's always kept me at arm's length. It's still weird, sometimes, but I can get used to it. I've been Batgirl for over a year. This is good. Things are (relatively) good.
Upward and onward.
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People usually say something when they hit their anniversary, right? I'm kinda drawing a blank... "I hope we stay friends, have a nice summer" is more of a year book thing. Which is the lamest thing you could write, by the way.
A year went by really fast, here. Anyone else feel that way, or is it just me? Time at home seems to go a lot slower. Who knows, maybe it does.
... nope, I really can't think of anything deep or profound to say. It'll hit me later.
Happy anniversary? I can't believe it's been one year already. It's been 365 days since I was kind of shot in the head trying to save Fransisco. A year since I've slept in my own bed, seen my mom... but it's not like Africa. There's not that guilt. It doesn't feel like I ran away, and I'm not ashamed of anything. I'm not going backwards, but forward, making the best of what I've been given.
Holy crap. A year. I've been in a MAGICAL CASTLE for ONE WHOLE YEAR.
A lot's happened. Cass is here, Tim and I are friends, me and some other-Bruce are on good terms and he's training me. He hasn't treated me like some yo yo. I have a social life, no college to worry about, so many friends that I don't ever have to be alone if I don't want to be. I can be open with people and not worry about secret identities that much. I've helped people. I've faced the Joker, monsters, spiders... and we don't need to reminisce about the Damsel stuff here. I've seen a lot of crazy stuff, but I guess I can thank Gotham for giving me some prep.
[A few thoughtful pan taps, and a little Batgirl doodle.]
You've come a long way, Stephanie Brown, if I do say so myself. Not too shabby for a lame villain's daughter.
I finally feel like I'm a part of this "family" that's always kept me at arm's length. It's still weird, sometimes, but I can get used to it. I've been Batgirl for over a year. This is good. Things are (relatively) good.
Upward and onward.
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People usually say something when they hit their anniversary, right? I'm kinda drawing a blank... "I hope we stay friends, have a nice summer" is more of a year book thing. Which is the lamest thing you could write, by the way.
A year went by really fast, here. Anyone else feel that way, or is it just me? Time at home seems to go a lot slower. Who knows, maybe it does.
... nope, I really can't think of anything deep or profound to say. It'll hit me later.