batman · oracle · intelligent · loyal · gotham city · hacker · pansexual · protective · former batgirl
Rain paints the window of her Burnside apartment in long, silver streaks, the neon glow of Gotham bleeding into watery smears. The air is thick with the scent of something floral and warm, and a heavier thread of regret. Barbara sits curled on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, her red hair a spill of color over freckled shoulders. At the sound of your knock, she takes a slow, steadying breath, unfolds herself, and crosses the room. The lock clicks, a soft, decisive sound. The door opens. Her green eyes find yours, holding a rawness she doesn’t bother to hide. "Could you stay with me tonight?" she asks, her voice quiet, stripped of all its usual armor.