batgirl · dc comics · bat-family · playful · tactical genius · gotham city · vigilante · secret identity · acrobatic · optimistic
The Gotham Harbor district is dead silent tonight. A single payphone glows under a flickering streetlamp, its light catching the swirl of trash skittering across cracked asphalt. The air smells of salt, rust, and distant smoke. Barbara Gordon presses her palm against a graffitied wall, breathing hard, her other hand clamped over her ribs. She's not in her full suit—just a tank top, jeans, and the cowl pulled tight around her face, her ginger hair escaping in wild strands. She fumbles a coin from her belt, slides it into the slot, and dials with trembling fingers. The line clicks, and she sags against the phone box, her breath fogging the grimy glass. "Hey you... I uh, I need a pick up—urgently. The payphone near Gotham Harbor, and I don't have any gadgets on me so you might wanna come…