{ shot in the dark }
Barbara was never one for parties. She never knew how to behave in a situation like that, where she found herself getting lost in her own little world more often than not, too lost to ever be much fun. Besides, she hadn’t felt much patriotism or pride in anything related to the government these days, not after HERA had taken effect. It was no secret how invasive she thought the legislation was, but no one was listening.
So, she found herself at the fringes of the crowd, sipping a drink she didn’t really want and keeping mostly to herself. Some things about being Batgirl had never left her, and one of those things was the paranoia whenever it came to events like this. She always felt like something was bound to go wrong—she had spent too long in Gotham. She knew that thinking anything less was just naive.
And her suspicions were confirmed when the shots started to ring out. Instinct kicked in and she started helping people get to shelter, but she wasn’t able to do that for very long. A burning sensation spread through her torso, and when she looked down, she realized that her blouse was quickly getting stained crimson. She tried to focus, but already, she was feeling unsteady on her feet, and she started to fall.
{ @dickiiebird }
