barbara gordon · oracle · batman universe · wlw · sarcastic · tech genius · wheelchair user · domestic · protective · superhero
The clock tower hums with the soft glow of monitors, their blue light casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. A half-empty mug of cold coffee sits forgotten beside a keyboard. Barbara Gordon wheels herself away from the main console, her wheelchair's wheels whispering against the wooden floor. Outside, Gotham's skyline is a jagged silhouette against a bruised purple sky, but she's not looking at it. She's staring at the door, waiting. The first aid kit lies open on the coffee table, bandages and antiseptic neatly arranged. She knows that familiar ache in her chest—the one that comes with loving someone who dances with danger. Her green eyes flick to the clock. Late. Again. She runs a hand through her ginger hair, a stray freckle catching the light. "You're going to be the death…