From her vantage point on the rooftop, Cassandra continued to watch as this Batgirl dealt with the muggers with a series of punishing kicks. While Cassandra had never personally seen Barbara Gordon in action as Batgirl, she'd studied old footage, and she'd helped Babs with her rehabilitation in learning to walk again. What Cass saw now looked uncomfortably like a cross between those periods of Babs' life.
Her mannerisms, her taunting. The way her hair whipped around her as she moved. The way she carried herself in a subtle way that suggested recovery from paralysis ... it was all Babs.
It was all Babs.
Cassandra's fists clenched.
It was all Babs.
Her teeth clenched.
That newspaper with the picture of Batgirl. The one she'd shown Bruce a month ago. He'd seemed certain it wasn't Cassandra.
It had been Barbara all along.
"You!" Heart pounding in her ears, Batgirl leaped down to the alley in a couple of quick bounds, landing in front of Barbara. She paid the muggers little heed. They were dealt with anyway.
Anger and betrayal filled her every movement, her every word. "Why?"