7/12

I met him my first night out, the Joker. I was wearing a prototype of my suit.
They were supposed to be the common criminals. But apparently word had been going around that the Batman was bringing along someone for the ride. The Joker was curious so he hired some people to rob a gas station. He got me with some sort of gas, somehow got me away from Dad. When I woke up I wasn't even tied up, my mask was still in place. He just stood there, staring at me. I had the biggest headache of my life when I woke up. It must have taken me ten minutes to fully become aware. Joker didn't move a muscle. The following is what I remember of the conversation:
I ask him why he didn't unmask me. (I make sure I use an American dialect.) He said something along the lines of:
"Heh... heh. That wouldn't be any fun, now would it? Now Batman... he's another story." My head started throbbing worse then it had been. I asked him what was it that he gave me. He gave me a vage answer that didn't really answer my question. He came claose to me, moving for the first time. He grabbed my chin, suprizingly gentle, he forced me to look him in the eyes.
"Yiou have the same eyes as Batsy. What are you to him? Hmm? Sister? Cosin? Ch-" His creepy smile returned full force. "You're his child, his baby, aren't you? Oh, Batty is old! And he got busy! This changes things, oh yes it does!" Whatever he gave me started to wear off a bit but I didn't let it show. "Yes, yes! Why is Daddy letting his baby bat out on the scawy streets? Hm?" He started talking to himself, and even though he had hold of my chin, I knew he was far gone, making plans that only made since to him. I felt the effect of the unknown drug completely wearing off, I could feel my legs again.
"Hey, Joker?" I asked him. He looked back at me. "Want to know why Father Dearest let me out on the street? Because I kick ass too." And I fought him. It was a mostly one-person battle because he wasn't expecting for the drug to wear off. The Joker did get a few hits and one big slash with a knife that came from virtually no where. I escaped through a window, shattering it. Luckly it was only the third floor and I was able to grab things on the way down to slow my desent. After a while of wondering around Dad found me. he was frantic of course. My fist night out and he had lost me. Apparently the GPS in my suit malfunctioned... AND it was the Joker that got me. Just my luck. Dad started to freak ou. he drilled me over and over again about what happened. He was saying that there was no way I was ever going out as Batgirl again and how it was stupid of him to let a sixteen-year-old girl and his daughter do such a thing. He was even talking about sending me to Smallville. I managed, somehow, to talk him out of it. Bet he's still worried. He even had to sow me up because I couldn't stand the sight of it. It's completly different when you're doing it to yourself. But Dad's giong to wait a few days before letting me go out with him again and I'm not aloud to leave the house for the next couple of days, not even to go to the studio. I am going to go insaine. Well, night.
Batgirl (Not for the next few days though...)

7/10

Dad took me with him last night. I didn't fight or anything. He was simply going to leave me in the car but the car is targeted 80% of the time so he told me to hide behind a dumster. And I did. I watched him fight. They had no chance against him. One of the men had a gun. I felt like screaming to Dad: "Watch out!" But he didn't need my help. He delt with that one quickly and gracefully, as usual. It amazed me how much it looked like a dance. It looked like it was going in slow motion. It was beautiful. He did... look like a bat. Scary and fearless and dark. A dark knight. Protecting the clueless citizens who nither hate nor love him. I will do this too. Protect them, even if there is no thanks, there is no need. I only want to protect the city I've learned to call home. I want to ba a dark knight of Gotham. I am Batgirl.

07/09

Dad had a deep gash when he got back last night. Alfred thought that Dad hould go to the hospital, but luckly I took a first aid course a little while ago and I was able to sow it up. He has so many scars, his entire top half is filled with them. He didn't even wince when I stuck the neddle in his shoulder. He's so used to having to sow himself up. I asked him if it hurt, at first. He told me it still hurt, but you get used to it after a while... I don't know if I can do that. Get used to it. I'll admit, I'm frightened by the idea of Gothan's streets. Fighting these people... it's different then being in a studio fighting Dad. These people, they don't fight with their fist, they fight with guns, knifes, anything harmful. This isn't childs play anymore. It's real. The real question is? Am I ready for it? I don't know... But I'm sure to find out. Night.
Batgirl

07/08

Dad told me there's a new villan in town. He calls himself "The Joker". Dad says he's got scars on his face in the shape of a smile and wears clown make-up. Dad say's I shouldn't go anywher alone. I can take care of myself is what I told him. He gave me "The Look". The if-I-have-to-lock-you-up-I-will-an-you-will-never-see-the-light-of-day look. The Batman look. I wish he would let me go out with him already. Lucius is helping me design my suit. Dad is helping me design my motorcycle. He won't let me have a Batman car. Of course not! His car is SO cool! But a motorcycle is okay too. I should draw a picture of my suit... but drawing is one of the few things that I can not do. Maybe I'll take a picture when it's done. I love the cape! I can't wait for it to be finished. When I'm finally out on the street, the Joker beware!
Have no fear, Batgirl is here!

07/07

Today Dad took me to a party to introduce me to other rich kids. It was... interesting... The classes Dad made me take really payed off. The dinner was fine, the dance was fine... it was annoying really. It was a bunch of rich parents showing off their children. "My child has done this for this amount of years." Blah, blah, blah. Dad kept rolling his eyes when people weren't looking. I was trying so hard not to laugh. Dad hates these partys. I did meet one cool person though. His name is Lex Luthor. Dad's met Mr. Luthor before I guess, he greeted him like he did. Mr. Luthor seems okay but he's got this creepy cool stare thing... But Lex and I got to talking. He invited me to stay in his manor if I ever wanted to visit Smallville. Yes, the towns name is "Smallville." He seemed a bit old to be at this party. He told me his father liked to come every year to scope out everyone else. He asked about me, I gave him a very short version of my life story. He seemed impressed. He told me of Smallville. He sounds so proud of that town, it sounds as if his heart and soul is invested in its success. He told me about his friend, Clark Kent, who is about two years older then I am. This place seems interesting to me now. I might take Lex up on his offer. Well, its late.
Night.

Introduction

My name is Emily Wayne. My father happens to be one of the richest men in the world... and a hero of the night. My father is Batman. And I am Batgirl.

This journal was found the day that Bruce Wayne's Penthouse was seized after the unmasking of Batman and Batgirl by the Joker. Both Bruce and Emily Wayne escaped custody along with their long time butler, Alfred. This journal leaves out quite a bit of detail of events leading up to the first entry. Here is the bio of the girl known both as Emily Wayne and Batgirl:

Bruce Wayne first met Susan Wilkins when she stayed at his home as an exchange student from England. They started a romantic relationship at some point and conceived a child, though Wayne did not know of this. They were both sixteen when this happened. Wilkins went back to England and Wayne stayed where he was. It was not until fourteen years later that Wayne knew he had a daughter.

Emily Wayne(Wilkins) was raised by her grandmother, Grace Wilkins(deceased). Not a lot is known about this period in her life. All that is known is that when Grace Wilkins died, Emily was taken by her mother to Gotham and left in the care of Bruce Wayne.

This is the story of Batgirl. Daughter of a hero.
-Commissioner Gordon