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Barbara can't quite shake the sense of deja vu that comes with putting her costume back on. Gotham remains a magnet for crime despite her father's best efforts - new villains are just as gimmicky and megalomaniacal as their predecessors - and her mask still makes her face itch like hell.
There are new things, though, little dots in the map of her mind that weren't there before, extra pages added in the book of her life.
Swinging around the city hasn't changed, the feel of the wind against her back as familiar as the touch of a childhood blanket.
Fighting criminals isn't so different either. There's still nothing quite like the sound of the snap of teeth chipping apart against her fist.
Sneaking into her apartment only to be greeted with bat shaped sugar cookies and a kiss from the greatest roommate ever known to exist in history?
Definitely new, though Barbara could certainly get used to it.