Okay, so, Barbara's first day at Fandom High hadn't gone too badly, she thought to herself the next afternoon as she decorated her side of the room a little. She'd met her "Big Sister", Isabel Evans, and while doing so, she'd impulsively done something maybe a little idiotic. Barbara had told Isabel her secret, but she suddenly wasn't sure how many people had overheard it. On the other hand, she wasn't sure how important a secret identity was at Fandom High either. The place seemed like a veritable freak show. Not that that was a bad thing.

Isabel had shown Barbara to her dorm, and from there, not feeling a serious need to unpack just then, Barbara had gone out to mingle in the common room. She'd met a really sweet girl named Angela there, and had some eye contact with a really interesting guy in a Hawaiian shirt, though they hadn't exchanged any words. Barbara had come back to her room after talking about Chinese food with Angela and had crashed. Barbara had yet to meet her roommate, and she wondered what Summer was like.

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Barbara Gordon turned to stare at her dad, Commissioner James Gordon, her large brown eyes open wider than usual. "We can still turn around and to back to Gotham City, Dad."

"It's cute that you're trying so hard, Barb," Gordon said, smiling down at his petite daughter. "But no. This is necessary."

Barbara squirmed as she got out of the taxi, looking up at her dad with big, pleading eyes. "Oh come on, seriously. So Pam turned into a supervillain, and Donnie was brainwashed by the Joker for a bit. It doesn't really mean that I'm in any danger."

"There's a red-headed Batgirl running around. Funnily enough, she debuted on the same night that Pam was turned into...well...you know."

Barbara's mouth quirked up. "And you think it's me."

"I didn't say that."

"Right." Barbara left the conversation at that. Any more would have been suicide. She sighed and looked up at her dad, a small smile quirking up her lips. "Alright, fine. I'll be a good girl and I'll stay here and go to school and keep myself out of trouble. But that doesn't mean that I won't...eh. Never mind." Barbara stood up on her toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "You sure you'll be okay by yourself? I know you're going to miss that really great chili that I make."

"Persistent, aren't you? Trust me, Barb, you're safer here. That's why I found this school. To keep you away from the craziness of Gotham City."

Barbara winced. She wanted to tell her father about Batgirl and about how she could take care of herself, and about how Batman had even officially accepted her as his partner, but she knew it would do no good. So, instead, she said, "I'm my father's daughter. Persistence is my friend." She smiled gratefully at the taxi driver as he unloaded Barbara's bags from the trunk. "Alright. I should go do the registration thing and, you know, get settled in." The fifteen year old looked up at her father, her smile turning a little sad. "Take care of yourself, and don't let the Bat get to you, k? And stay away from any plants that might be delivered to you. They might be from Pam." She wasn't going to cry - at least not now - but she was going to miss the hell out of her father. "You should go. I don't want to do the whole good-bye thing, because that's just weird, and last time we did it at gymnastics camp, you tried to stay with us the whole summer." She nodded at her father, the same sad smile across her lips.

James Gordon kissed his daughter on the forehead and got back into the taxi. Barbara watched him go before turning around and staring up at the Fandom High Registration office.

Hoping desperately that they were okay with superheroes, Barbara walked in to check in to the school.

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