i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.
chopsticks poke at the dregs of her noodles at the bottom of the container. to look through her window you might mistake them for normal adults. cartons of chinese food litter the coffee table, their figures basked in the glow of the tv screen, with heads tilting back in laughter. but night's like these are a rarity, where the streets of gotham are quiet enough to allow the former sidekicks a resemblance of a break. of course they could be pulled away at any moment. summoned to fight alongside their family on the front line. but, for now, barbara is content.
β we had a lot of conversations back then. β some meaningless, bets taken on who could reach the next roof the fastest ( usually @riskfall ) or jokes made at the other's expense. some heartfelt. the kind of conversations that formed the base of the bond they share now, where the deepest of darkest secrets and insecurities were revealed. barbara remembers every single one. β and a lot's changed. β it's funny, really, to think of how the future's they once dreamed about compare to the reality. how fanciful the teenage imagination could be. β you can't hold me to something i said as a seventeen year old masked vigilante. β
