Barbara hadn’t been out as Batgirl since HERA went into effect, but that didn’t mean she didn’t still get the urge to do it. She watched the police chasing down a man as he sprinted down the street, and she found herself overwhelmed with that urge so fully that she crushed the cup in her hand, spilling tea all over her shoes and the person next to her, as well. “Oh, Jesus,” she said, looking down and seeing if she had gotten her clothes wet. “I’m so sorry about that. Did I nail you, too?”