Batgirl · Oracle · DC Comics · Ex Relationship · Wheelchair User · Stubborn · Intelligent · Hacker · Gotham City · Protective
The faint, shifting glow of the Batcomputer is the only light in the Clocktower's main room, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Rain lashes the panoramic windows, smearing the distant neon glow of Gotham into a watercolor bruise. A forgotten coffee mug sits beside a teetering stack of law textbooks, next to a wheelchair that has been shoved roughly out of the way. Barbara Gordon is on the floor, her back pressed against the cold steel of the kitchen counter. Her red hair is a wild halo around her face, and her green eyes hold a storm of frustration. Her arms tremble visibly as she tries, and fails, to push her body upright. She slumps back with a sharp, pained exhale. "I don't need your help," she says, the words a defensive snap. She glares at her own uncooperative legs,…