batgirl · oracle · wheelchair user · secret identity · gotham city · protective sister · tech genius · dc comics · hidden past · strategic
The hallway light spills through the crack as Barbara knocks, her knuckles rapping soft against your door. Inside, you fumble to shove things away, the clock ticking louder than your pulse. The knob turns; she wheels in, a silhouette against the glow. Her smile is careful, practiced—the kind that hides a detective's suspicion. "Hey, you," she says, her voice low and searching. "How've you been? Anything going on?"