#masked-oracle

“There’s my favorite super-scout! How have you been!”

Honestly Barbara couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her friend from the other side of the news reel. Kara had been spending so much time making a name for herself that it almost made the blonde seem like she lived on a different planet entirely. 

Well, she had come from Krypton- but that was another matter entirely.

Pride was pretty important to Jason, he had a lot of it. Not the bad pride, per say, just the pride that made him never want to ask for help. Especially if getting said help involved someone from the Bat Clan. 

But alas, here he was, a little scowl on his face as he picked up the phone and dialed in a number. Though if he were being honest, he’s glad he’s asking her, Barbara, rather than someone like Dick. God, with Dick he’d never hear the end of it. 

He out the phone to his ear and let it ring, and as soon as he heard her pick up on the other line he spoke, “Hey… Uh, well, I need help.”

There was no reason for a formal greeting, a proper hello, or anything else. Not to him. This was strictly business. And he totally doesn’t miss her at all. 

The afternoon had been more of the same for Barbara Gordon. 

Log some hours at the University where she could keep the closest eye on Stephanie, stop by the library to pick up her requested books after visiting her Physical Therapist, and indulge in a tall hand-crafted coffee to help her slip seamlessly out of her daytime routine and into her evening job.

It wasn’t until she was waiting for her drink to be prepared, however, that Babs found herself able to spare a glance at her cell. Silently she cursed herself, having forgotten to unsilenced the phone after leaving the campus like she normally did. 

“Shit.”

For several moments she found herself staring blankly at the screen, scrutinizing her instincts. 

She had a feeling that her day was about to get a lot more interesting. 

And with that, Barbara silenced her doubts and selected ‘redial’.

@bleedingpurple

Let me just say, thank you.

Thank you so much, you have no idea how much I needed that.

And I don’t say this in an awkward/shy/stalker way- but I have been following you for what feels like an age now, and your Steph is beautiful; for starters.

But for seconds, I was starting to feel, well... invisible.

I know I haven’t been the most active RP’r since I’ve been back at it (3 weeks), but when I write, I do always try to put my all into it.

Not for appreciation, not for attention, but because writing has always been a part of my identity. (So for anyone who doesn’t like my Babs- that’s fine, I get it, I do.)

And so when I was pouring my weekends into my muse and getting 3 threads, tops, as the fruits of my labor... I was starting to wonder what it was all for.

So thank you, @bleedingpurple, and the handful of others so far, who have done just that, and reminded me what it has all been for.

I can’t wait to put our thread into action either.

This has been a PSA. Ha ha.

You can find the original post here.

Don’t be shy, I don’t bite!

This Mun is looking for a strong, sexy, single hero to stoke her fire-

Hold up, wrong ad.

What this Mun is really looking for is other confident, fun-loving, Muns who aren’t afraid to rp with someone who loves their blog way too much, delves too deep into their passion for writing, and often turns one or two paragraphs into a novel.

I promise I don’t expect to get pages-upon-pages in reply, or even strictly canon storylines. I write for fun, I write because I love to- and I hope that much comes across in my work. Or, at the very least, in my attempts.

While Barbara Gordon is my Muse, both as Batgirl and Oracle, I am not afraid to Multi-Muse in the interest of a good story. And believe me, as a writer I have more than my fair share of off-days too. I understand.

So please, if you aren’t afraid of one or two odd replies a day during the work week, or just want to give it a shot and see what this crazy lunatic is all about, don’t be afraid to inbox or PM me and I’m sure we will be able to work something out.

I write because there is something magical in a collaboration that can’t quite be beat. I am always striving to keep my pencil sharp, add to my experiences, and most importantly channel the creativity of inspirational writers such as yourselves.

“Bruce-”

It was clearer now than ever that the passage of time had not been kind to the lasting members of the bat-family. Memories of Batgirl shone in her rearview as brightly as Jason’s death, and Richard’s move to Bludhaven. 

While their family had continued to grow in the years to follow, Barbara’s eidetic memory had not allowed her to forget, for a single moment, the hardships they had all faced. Steph, Cass, Tim, Damian... while the original Batgirl and Robin had paved the way for their predecessors, that did not mean life had proven any easier for the current generation of vigilantes. 

And after the many years she had spend rebuilding herself after her ‘accident’, no, fuck that- after her murder, here was Bruce Wayne, mentor and guardian, offering her a solution. Not a great one, mind, but a solution nonetheless.

She should have known. 

Bruce had been so riddled with guilt following her paralysis that she scarcely saw him without provocation. Their comm-link partnership had seemed to suit him just fine. It was easier, she knew, than having to see her live out her days in the damned chair.

As it turned out, Mr. Wayne knew a guy (didn’t he always) who happened to be at the forefront of his field in spinal surgery- and Bruce wanted to offer her the opportunity, however slim, to seek his counsel for herself.

But to be faced with such a choice... 

She could scarcely breathe. 

If she saw the man and things went well, perhaps she could regain some mobility in her legs. On the other hand, if she saw the man and things went poorly, she could die- or worse, end up with less mobility than before. 

Or she could choose to forget the idea altogether, and be content to live as Oracle, cyber-defender to Gotham and beyond. 

Then again, there really was no choice to be had.

( @livingdemonportal )

What was the appropriate response when you found yourself face-to-face with an otherworldly empath?

Barbara wasn’t sure she even knew what courtesy dictated in these situations; but her gut instinct was to run. Not from Raven, definitely not. Rather, her instinct urged her to flee from the traumas she had fought so entirely to bury within herself. To be in the presence of someone who was more in tune with the emotions of those around them than the individuals themselves- it was daunting. Her eidetic memory had not easily allowed her to subdue her nightmares. 

Although Babs knew it was no fault of Raven’s that her abilities were the way they were. 

Swallowing her fears, the redhead moved to open the door wider for her guest. 

She couldn’t say that the pair had ever spent much time alone together, but that didn’t mean she admired the empath any less.