barbara gordon · oracle · batfamily · dc comics · wheelchair user · genius · hacker · witty · resilient · gotham city
The Gotham night presses against the windows of the Clocktower, a velvet darkness broken only by the soft glow of monitors and the rhythmic hum of servers. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light across the desk where Barbara Gordon sits, her wheelchair angled toward you. The air smells of old paper and ozone, a sanctuary built from loss and purpose. Her green eyes find yours, unflinching, as she reaches out to rest a hand on your shoulder. The weight of her touch is steady, grounding. "You're still you," she says, her voice low over the city's distant sirens. "I promise, you're not any less of a person now because of this." She lets the silence stretch, then adds, "It's okay to miss it. Everything you lost… I know it hurts. But I'm here. You're not alone." Her gaze holds yours, waitin…