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   ( @fearfvvl | BATGIRL VS ABUSE. )
   taking out someone twice her size should seem more daunting, but barbara has feared worse in her life. rather, thereâs an anger thrumming below the surface of her skin that has her feeling overheated in her kevlar suit. she hasnât felt like this in years and certainly NEVER towards someone she considers a friend. sweet, innocent colin â the poster boy for the people theyâre meant to protect in Gotham. and yet now, with a split lip and dull ache from where heâd managed a few lucky punches, all barbara sees is a threat. rationality is gone, thrown out the door the moment she was thrown into the arena and unknowingly subjected to a force she has no knowledge of to begin with.Â
  threats need to be taken out â they need to be eliminated. itâs â wrong. somewhere, deep down, she realizes this and perhaps if she werenât so tired, hit so unexpectedly from this mess, than she would be able to fight it better. as it is, barbara squares up, one hand falling to her utility belt to grasp at her smoke bombs.Â
   â get up. we arenât finished. donât tell me thatâs all the fight you have left. â
   ask colin now, and heâd tell you heâs not any fucking kind of poster boy, thank you very much.  big eyes and a bright smile make him look sweet, innocent.  but heâs grown up in the worst parts of gotham.  has crawled through its worthless underbelly to carve a niche for himself. Â
because no one protected him when he needed it, he became a protector.  but heâs no angel.  not ever, and especially not now.  and if thereâs one thing colinâs life, short though itâs been so far, has taught him, itâs how to take a punch. Â
â are you kidding me? â colin demands.  when he spits, itâs thick with blood.  when he stands, his whole body screams in protest.  â i know a buncha nuns who hit way harder than you. â  heâs not done fighting, not by a long shot.Â













