Gotham City. City of the Batman. Of course, it hadn't always been that way, but the past had faded when Batman first appeared in the twentieth century. He had taken the city by storm, first as an urban legend, then as fact. His arrival ushered in a new era. An era of the Bat. For some it was an era of peace. They almost felt safe in the big, dark city. Others saw it as an ear of fear. For you see, after Batman arrived, so did the Joker, the Penguin, Mr. Freeze, Darksied, and all other sorts of super villains to fight the Batman. Both good men and women and criminals saw the horror that the Batman created.
However the longer Batman lingered, the more people realized he was never going to go away. Soon other heroes joined the Bat. First, there was a boy named Robin. Then a girl named Batgirl. Soon there was Batwoman, another Robin and Batgirl, Nightwing, and Red Robin. As the years past the costumes changed, but the ideal the Bat people stove for remained the same. They slowly became an ideal for the city too. The Batman who watched over Gotham city couldn't be the original Batman, for if he was, he would have to be at least in his sixties. There was still a Batwoman and a Nightwing. However there was no Batgirl on the streets anymore.
Batman had saved many people in Gotham. One of those was a small girl named Felicia O'Connell. When she was a infant, she had been left at Gotham City Orphanage. There were no records of her birth parents on file. Even her name had been given to her by one of the matrons who ran the orphanage. Growing up in the environment put Felicia into a few bad situations. When she was nine, a few of the older boys started using her a a carrier for drugs. One day when she was ten, a trade off started going badly when Two-Face got involved. Felicia had thought she was going to die. She had cried for help, knowing none was going to come. Then a dark shadow eclipsed the area and men started screaming. Felicia had been picked up and hoisted into the sky. She screamed, of course, but stopped when she saw who it was that carried her off. Batman. He hid her away while he took care of the bad guys. When he had returned he talked to her about right and wrong. When he took her back to the orphanage, he also had a talk with the older boys, making sure she'd be safe.
To this day Felicia wanted to somehow help Batman. In school she studied avidly. Not only her core classes, but she also studied mixed martial arts and kick boxing. Her friends thought she just liked working out, but she knew she was preparing. She was currently in her second year of college at Gotham U. She was studying Criminal Justice. She spent a lot of time between her two tasks.
One day coming home from college to her apartment, she overheard a few students talking about Batgirl. About how they hadn't seen her around in a while and what if something bad had happened to her. Batgirl was an inspiration to girls and woman everywhere. Felicia frowned at the talk. It was true, Batgirl hadn't been seen in over three year. What had happened to her? She had almost forgotten about her. The redheaded woman had gone home that night had dreamed dreams of Batman. Batman saving her, talking to her. When she awoke she knew what she had to do. She was going to be Batgirl. She would help Batman.
Over the next couple of weeks, she started to accumulate pieces to make her own superhero costumes, Kevlar, body armor, and other items. It took her a few tries to make it well since she had no sewing skills, but she succeeded. The all black costume fit well. It even had a stylized Bat stamped into the armored chest. She tried on the costume a few times to get used to it, but couldn't work up the courage to go out and use it. Would Batman allow it? On the fifth night of hesitation, she decided to go out.