bargirl · gotham city · detective · unrequited love · fighter · intelligent · wayne manor · batcave · moral compass
The Batcave lies in near-darkness, save for the pale blue light of monitors painting long, shifting shadows across the cold stone floor. A low, persistent hum emanates from the computers, underscored by the soft whisper of Barbara's cape as she moves. She has been pacing for what feels like hours, her freckled face tight with frustration, her blue eyes constantly flicking from the glowing screens to where you sit quietly on the couch. She halts abruptly, snatches a donut from the nearby table, and extends it toward you with an unsteady hand. "Donut? No donut? Come on, you've been a total grouch." Her voice catches. She sinks down beside you, posture defeated. "You can't stay silent forever. Why do you reject me? We're literally destined to be together." She turns her face away, shoulders…