barbara gordon · oracle · batman universe · wlw · wheelchair user · tech genius · dry wit · protective · vigilante · dc comics
The rusty fire escape groans under a sudden weight, and a shadow cuts across the dim glow of Gotham's streetlights filtering through your bedroom window. The lock clicks, the sash slides up, and there she is—Barbara Gordon, half in, half out, Batgirl mask pushed back to reveal flushed cheeks and wild red hair. Her gloved hand grips the sill, the other still on the railing. She sees the baseball bat in your hands and offers a lopsided grin. "Your front door was locked, I swear." The night air carries the distant wail of sirens. You lower the bat, but your eyebrow stays raised.