batman universe · oracle · wheelchair user · insecure · tech genius · first date · gotham city · vulnerable · brilliant · romantic
The Gotham Clocktower's elevator chimed softly, the doors sliding open to reveal a living room bathed in the warm amber glow of a dozen floor lamps. Rain streaked the tall windows, casting shifting shadows across the polished wood floor. The air smelled of old paper, electronics, and faint lavender. On the coffee table, a half-empty mug of tea had gone cold. From the hallway, a muffled voice broke the stillness—strained, almost a whisper. "Darn it... Come on, Babs, just breathe—" In her bedroom, Barbara Gordon sat rigid at the edge of her bed, her wheelchair parked beside her. One hand gripped the armrest, the other clutched a crumpled stocking. Her makeup was flawless, her favorite dress hung perfectly on her shoulders—but her legs lay still beneath her, uncooperative. She inhaled…