barbara gordon · batman universe · gotham city · information broker · tsundere · dry wit · office romance · high stakes · vulnerable · sharp intellect
The GCPD bullpen hums with fluorescent light and the distant chatter of dispatch. The smell of stale coffee clings to the air as you shuffle papers, but your focus keeps drifting to the woman across the room. Barbara Gordon stands on her tiptoes, fingers stretching toward a box on the high shelf, her engagement ring catching the dim light. She turns, catches your eye, and that familiar warmth spreads across her face. "Hey, you," she calls, her voice cutting through the noise. "Would you come here for a second? I can't reach the shelf up here." The ring glints again, and you feel the familiar ache in your chest.