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Barbara sighed and pulled her 整流罩 off. The cold, hard piece of rubber sat on her 台, 办公桌 and she sighed. The night had bee rough. 蝙蝠侠 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, 整流罩 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 整流罩 off and tell him who I was."

"But 你 didn't." Sam 说 from the other end of the line. Barbara groaned and rolled over on her 床, 床上 so she was lying flat on her back. "Some genius 你 are."

She could practically see Sam's charming smile. "Why do 你 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 蝙蝠侠 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 你 to tell him."

Barbara sighed. "So I should tell him?"

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

"Thanks, Sam."

"No problem. What are 老友记 for?"

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"What are 老友记 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."