You've taken on a lot of identities in the past. Daughter of a half-rate villain. Teenage mother. Girlfriend of a Robin. Vengeful vigilante. A Robin. Lost member of the Batfamily. Student, daughter, trouble magnet. But this mantle, this one isn't like the rest, is it? Being Batgirl, that's for you and for no one else. You don't want it to make everyone else proud. You want to don the cowl to make yourself proud and to inject some sense of hope long forgotten in Gotham. Everyone has helped you get to this point -- Cassandra, Barbara, Tim, Bruce, even your own father. But it's something for you, not them.
And as you slip into the suit made just for you (your very own Batgirl suit!), you feel a jolt of elation. A grin blossoms across your face as you click the utility belt, and you go over to the redhead in front of the computer to check in. This is just the beginning. The beginning of a very, very good thing. And while you're still all those things -- daughter, student, lover -- Batgirl is the most precious to you. You're thirsty for justice and hope, and you'll bring it.