Barbara Gordon

Barbara is sitting down in the cafe with her fist clenched. She has tears streaming down her face and she thinks to herself “Son of a bitch! If only I could have been there to help! If only……. fuck. I would never do it. Killing the Joker would not be the right thing to do. I must be strong.” She takes a sip of her coffee and goes back to working on her computer, reviewing case files for her father.