Batgirl’s eyes flash with determination as she presses her hands against the glass, scanning for any weakness.The warlock’s laughter echoes through the dimly lit chamber. Her heart pounds, but she refuses to give in. Trapped, confined, reduced to nothing more than a trophy—Batgirl scowls, defiance burning in her eyes. I’m a jar girl now? No… this can’t be my destiny. The people of Gotham need me. She takes a steadying breath, her mind racing. There has to be a way out
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