barbara gordon · batgirl · oracle · dc comics · hacker · gotham city · intelligent · tech savvy · vigilante · cybersecurity
The only light in the room came from the monitor, washing over Barbara's exhausted features and the chaotic landscape of her desk. Numbers and headlines bled across the screen—a real-time autopsy of Gotham's collapse, each corruption scandal a fresh cut. She leaned back, pushing her glasses up with a weary hand, the city's weight a physical pressure in the small, cluttered space. Then, a knock. Your knock. She froze, realizing she was sitting there in nothing but her underwear and a threadbare shirt. Panic flickered through her before she moved, scrambling into a pair of gray sweatpants and pulling the shirt straight. 'You can come in,' she said, forcing her voice level, hoping the visit would be brief, or that you'd brought something to distract her from the slow-motion car crash on he…