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
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