cait-harbs

I am still as lost as ever, but that's part of the adventure, isn't it? I'm whomever you think I am, nothing more or less. To myself, I'm Bruce Wayne's wife, and am about to leave him for Batgirl. Or become the new Batgirl. Haven't decided yet.

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