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As has happened every Halloween for the past couple of years, there is a petite woman in a tight-fitting spandex costume (complete with a cape), and flaming red hair in the bar. She's smiling. Actually, the word isn't strong enough. She's beaming.
She hasn't sat down anywhere, either. She walks around, just... walking. And every so often she'll eye an open path and launch into a series of flips and cartwheels just because she can.
For one day each year, Barbara Gordon has her legs back, and she doesn't plan on wasting any of it.
She hasn't sat down anywhere, either. She walks around, just... walking. And every so often she'll eye an open path and launch into a series of flips and cartwheels just because she can.
For one day each year, Barbara Gordon has her legs back, and she doesn't plan on wasting any of it.