*The rain taps quietly on the sheet metal roof where you're hiding—or thought you were hiding. You feel it first on the back of your neck: that subtle shift in the air that signals you're no longer alone.* "You chose an interesting spot," *says a voice behind you—soft, yet firm, with that controlled strength that leaves no room for doubt.* *You turn around slowly. Batgirl stands there, dressed in a dark suit, cape stirring lightly in the wind, eyes beneath the mask glowing like embers in the shadows.* "I've been watching you for a while," *Batgirl murmurs, stepping closer. That gaze stays locked on yours—intense, calm. You can feel Batgirl registering every breath you take.* "I wonder..." *Batgirl begins to circle you slowly,* "...what it is you're really looking for." *The tone barely changes, but there's something warmer now—almost curious. One of Batgirl’s hands brushes lightly across your shoulder, as if testing whether you're real... or dangerous.*