Chewing over his lip, Dick gives a small shrug. "No, we don't have a batgirl. We've got a wondergirl. Donna Troy is my best friend. That's what I've got. I don't like to compare worlds or people. It doesn't work like that in the multiverse. I know that sometimes, people are completely different. In one world they could be batgirl, in another they could be a secretary or a scientist. It's not the same everywhere. There might be similarities, and there might not"

There's a small sigh. There are some with Barbara, but Dick doesn't want to bring it up. It's how they recognized one another instantly. There's that ineffable chemistry that lands between them in this world and the other. It's her brain and her determination. He can see it in her eyes, the set of her jaw. Dick would never have mistaken her for someone else despite the color of hair. It's not about her, in the same way the other Dick isn't about him-- but they both can't help but compare anyways.