Talk
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Barbara sighed and pulled her cappuccio off. The cold, hard piece of rubber sat on her scrivania, reception and she sighed. The night had bee rough. Batman and Robin always seemed to have everything under control when she got there. She wasn't needed.

Barbara sighed again and buried her head in her hands. She woke to a sharp rapping on her door.

"Babs?" her father called. "Barbara get up!"

Barbara moaned and sat up sleepily. It was ten o' clock.

"Shit." she muttered. She was about to answer the door when she saw her cowl, which reminded her she still had her costume on.

"Barbara, for the last time--" Gordon froze when he saw Batgirl, cappuccio on. "Batgirl, what--?"

The Dark Damsel was gone.

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"I don't know, Sam!" Barbara exclaimed. "I wanted so badly just to pull the cappuccio off and tell him who I was."

"But te didn't." Sam detto from the other end of the line. Barbara groaned and rolled over on her letto so she was lying flat on her back. "Some genius te are."

She could practically see Sam's charming smile. "Why do te not tell him?" Sam asked.

Barbara hesitated. "I don't know. Part of me says because he would be put in danger."

"He's the police commissioner of Gotham City. He's almost in as much danger as Batman is."

Barbara sighed. "I know. Another part of me thinks I don't because he'd worry too much."

"Babs," Sam said, shifting his entire concentration to the conversation. "Your father is so proud of you. He's one of the smartest men in the world. My opinion: he knows. He's just waiting for te to tell him."

Barbara sighed. "So I should tell him?"

"Only if te feel. It's. Right." Sam said. She could practically feel hom poking her in the chest.

"Thanks, Sam."

"No problem. What are Friends for?"

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"What are Friends for?"

Sam sighed and picked up the phone. He speed-dialed Barbara's number.

"Yello." she said.

"Barb, it's me. I need someone to talk to."