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As soon as the woman walked through the doors of her club, Barbara felt uneasy. She recognised her as Jeremiah Valeska’s sidekick, but her name had slipped her mind. When she sat sat down at the bar, Barbara gave her a forced smile. “I’d normally say hello to new customers, but seeing as it’s you, I don’t think I will,” she said, pouring herself a glass of wine. “What are you doing in my club? You work for Valeska, so I’m guessing you’re not here to have a good time and find a gal pal?” she asked, swirling her drink around her glass. “If you’re here to cause trouble, I suggest leaving now.”

@proxyecco

#[d: ecco.]#// what can i say? babs is a hostile woman ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

thecanaryxlance‌:

Sara had stopped working at Sirens when she left for Nanda Parbat and wasn’t sure if she was ever coming back again. She still liked coming here though, it was admittedly her favorite place to get a drink. She smiled as Barbara recognized her “yeah, that’s me, Sara works fine too” the blonde commented with a shrug. “No, I left for a while and didn’t know if I was coming back so I resigned” she replied, honestly she didn’t plan on coming back and wouldn’t have if it weren’t for her sister. “My current workplace kinda sucks though so, if you want me back, I’m all yours.”

"I prefer firecracker, but Sara it is.” Barbara was disappointed to hear that she’d resigned, and in normal circumstances, she would’ve refused to rehire her. Loyalty to the Sirens was important. There was something about this woman, though. She wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty to protect the women who frequented the club. “You know, I’m not one for giving second chances,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “But for you, I’ll make an exception. You were my favourite bargirl, so it’s nice to have you back on board.”

#[d: sara.]

cooltangerine

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theiceberglounge

Well, then he tied them up to a chair… and, uh… he told me to talk to them… about my childhood issues. So I did. I… just… told them whatever came into my head. You know… just stupid kid stuff, I guess, like, uh… my mom used to call me her little piggy when I was little. They threw away my posters. Never nurtured my self-esteem.

#[visage.]#[camcorder.]#emotional abuse tw

babsleegordon‌:

Babs was lost in the children’s section of the library, staring at the author’s last name on the shelf with a single book in her hand, quietly reciting the alphabet because between starting her new job here and putting on the mask every night – Babs hadn’t gotten much sleep. But hearing her full name from a familiar voice. Looking up and seeing Barbara Kean, Babs couldn't stop the grin that came across her features. There was a lot of history between them. Good and bad. But even with Barbara and Jim breaking up, the time the other woman had spent in Arkham… Babs still considered her family. “Barbara Kean, as I live and breathe,” Babs said with a dramatic (and fake) southern accent.

There was a grin on her face and Babs wanted nothing more than to squeeze Barbara tightly but she felt like maybe… she needed to work up to that rather than start with a hug. “If that is your way of saying you missed me, well, the feeling is mutual,” she said. I feel off the radar. Babs shook her head and let out a sigh before taking a step towards Barbara and then wrapped her arms around Barbara. She had thought that she needed to work up to this – but she missed Barbara too much to let this opportunity pass. “A lot of things happened,” she said quietly. “But that’s in the past – I’m glad you’re here. You look great! How is New York treating you?”

When Babs smiled, relief washed over Barbara. Maybe they were still something, after all. “Being a Southern Belle suits you,” she said, with a chuckle. Throughout the years, the younger woman had always been able to make her laugh, even on her darkest days. Hearing that Babs had missed her filled her with a strange warmth. “It is my way of saying that.” Ever since her ordeal with the Ogre, Barbara often struggled with her emotions. Admitting that she missed someone from her past was hard, so she was glad that Babs could read between the lines.

The hug was unexpected, and Barbara froze for a moment. It had been a while since she’d felt someone's arms around her. During her recent stay in rehab, she hadn’t had contact with anyone from the outside world -- she didn’t want them to know that Barbara Kean needed help. “I’m glad I’m here, too.” She gave Babs a gentle squeeze, letting herself enjoy the moment. “Thanks, so do you! Did you get taller?” she asked. There was an uncharacteristic, bright smile on her face as she spoke. “I love New York. It’s so much more... me than Gotham. You should check out my club when you get a chance.” She reached into her pocket, handing Babs a business card. “Now, enough about me. How’re you? I never thought both Gordons would leave Gotham.”

#[d: babs.]

riddle-me-that‌:

“Isn’t it?” He chuckled. He knew Barbara adored him still, their short-lived partnership was probably among the best times in her life. Why wouldn’t it be? She had the pleasure of working with the Riddler’s mind and Edward’s beautiful face. “Only a tad. I know you can handle yourself. But, Barbara! The woman was shot in the back in her own home. The bullet supposably went-” He gave a little whistle and a hand motion forwards. “Right through her stomach. I’d love to see her body, actually. She’s a bit of a legend. Well- she was.” He broke out laughing. “No, not Ed.” He corrected. “Apparently you’re not that clever. Or you would have recognized me as The Riddler!” He announced his name with a bit of flare, throwing up his hand dramatically.

Barbara watched Ed with an amused smile, her eyes following his hand. His dramatic side hadn’t disappeared after all. “If she was shot inside her own home, she needed better security.” Fish Mooney was a battleaxe, and it was hard to believe that she was actually gone for good this time. “I’d like to see it, too. But only to destroy it. If there’s no body, there’s no way for her to be brought back by Strange, again.” When Ed laughed and introduced himself as the Riddler, Barbara stepped closer to him. “Or maybe it’s getting harder to tell the two of you apart.” She hoped that her words would knock him down a peg or two, but she doubted it. If anything, he’d probably get annoyed. “I take it you’ve sought me out for a reason, Riddler? Or did you just want to check I’m still alive and kicking? Aw.”

#[d: edward.]

captaingordcn‌:

“I suppose not.” Jim answered her. Then again, he never really did what was expected of him either. They matched in that aspect. Jim gave her a bit of a glance over. Part of him was wondering why she’d wait for so long for him. He didn’t doubt that she had her own apartment or her own life to get back to. “Sorry,” He grumbled in response. “I must not have heard anything-” She’d probably comment on it if she knew he was napping. Still, she deserved an explanation. “I was trying to get some sleep.” He told her.

Barbara walked in and he shut the door behind her. Headed towards the liquor cabinet to get the bottle of Scotch he had. “No, actually. I was going to a bar anyway. There’s not much of a difference between drinking here and drinking there.” He replied, “I know how you like it, Barbara. You don’t have to tell me.” He said, pouring them both a drink. Turning around from the kitchen counter to see her holding up the photo he kept of Lee and himself. He knew better then to keep those sorts of memories around. To linger on the past, but he did it anyway. He still loved Lee. He had really hoped for a future with her but like all of his relationships… he ruined that.

“That’s not really any of your business.” He replied, trying to keep his tone even.

Jim mentioned that he’d been trying to get some sleep, and Barbara felt guilty for stopping by. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t wake you, then. I take it you still prefer working over getting a decent amount of sleep?” she asked. “Some things never change.” In the past, she’d woken up to find Jim’s side of the bed cold more than a few times. Protecting innocent people was more important to him than looking after himself. He’d always been selfless like that.

Barbara couldn’t stifle her laugh as she heard Jim’s words. He knew how she liked it? Well, she couldn’t argue with that. “Oh, I know you do. Preferably on your desk, with the blinds closed. Or open, I’m into that these days.” She knew he wouldn’t appreciate her joke, but it was fun to mess with him. Maybe it’d lighten his mood. His reply to her question was a little too hostile for her liking, and she sighed before putting the photo down. “You’re awfully touchy today.”

She walked into the kitchen, taking her drink from him. “I know a little something about missing the past.” Inside her purse, there was an old engagement photo of her and Jim. She liked to remember what they once had, unlike him. He only cared about Lee -- she was his pride and joy. Barbara was nothing more than a shameful secret. She took a sip from her glass, despite knowing that she shouldn’t be drinking. Not after her latest rehab stint, anyway. “It’s good to see you away from Gotham, Jim.”

#[d: jim.]

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I am the Riddler. And tonight, Gotham will remember that.

By blowing up this ding-dong?

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captaingordcn‌:

He had a rare night off. One he was hoping to spend with Barbara Gordon, but hie niece had other plans. So instead, Jim decided to turn in early. He wasn’t exactly getting a lot of sleep lately. The dull pain still in his side from his broken rib was enough to keep him up most nights. As the night went on and he couldn’t seem to sleep more than a couple of hours, he decided to instead visit a bar. Getting up and dressed, he headed to the door. His gaze meeting Barbara’s. Blinking with surprise, Jim cleared his throat before speaking. “Barbara…” He hadn’t been aware she was waiting for him. Let alone that she was back in New York. He really was going to need that drink, wasn’t he?

“All evening? Can’t say I was expecting that. Did you knock?” The two of them stood staring at one another as Jim contemplated letting her in. If what she was saying was true, then she’d been waiting hours in the hall. God, he was going to regret this wasn’t he? He moved out of the way and gestured for her to come inside. “I’m going to have to pour myself some scotch. I take it you’ll want some?”

The way he said her name was a telltale sign that he wasn’t pleased to see her. Barbara chuckled and shrugged a shoulder. “Do I ever do what you expect of me?” she asked. Her eyes rolled at his question. “No, Jim. I just stood out here, hoping you’re psychic these days.” For a smart man, he asked some ridiculous questions sometimes. “Of course I knocked. Quite a few times, actually.” He probably thought she was still into him, seeing as she’d spent hours sitting outside his home. She could imagine the thoughts running through his head, and knew that not one of them would be pleasant.

When he moved to the side, Barbara gave him a gracious smile, then walked into his apartment. It was a typical bachelor pad. “Does my presence really affect you that much?” she asked, looking over her shoulder to smirk at him. “I thought it took more to shake the valiant Captain Gordon.” He could fight in wars, and take on Gotham’s biggest villains, but couldn’t bear to be around her without using liquor to take the edge off. “I’ll take it on the rocks,” she said, eyeing a framed photograph of him and Lee. Looking at it brought back two very familiar feelings -- jealousy and rage. “Still think about her?” she asked, picking up the photo. They looked happy, and Barbara hated that.

#[d: jim.]

riddle-me-that‌:

@babskeans

He heard she was back in town. Barbara Kean. Once Queen of Gotham, now Mob Boss of New York. Sounded like a bit of a step down to him. As his eyes caught hers, Edward stepped out of the shadows he by no means blended into to. Offering a grin to the woman. “You know what just happened to Fish Mooney?” He asked with a small chuckle. “Awfully convenient time to try again here, Babs. Rumours say it was the Clown who did it but… I must say, I’m a little worried for you. It just got ten times more dangerous in your field of work.”

When Ed stepped out of the shadows, Barbara raised an eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest. Where was his grand entrance? Had he lost his flair for the dramatic? Maybe he was taking tips from Batman these days. “Nygma. What a lovely surprise.” She laughed when he asked if she knew about Fish Mooney. Of course she knew! Her spies were everywhere, feeding her important information whenever she needed it. “Worried? For me?” she asked, giving him a coy smile. “I’d say I’m flattered, but I’ve always known that you love me, deep down.” Barbara leaned against the wall, keeping her eyes fixed on Ed. “No need to worry your pretty little head about me, Ed. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m clever as the Devil and twice as pretty. Dethroning people is what I do best.”

#[d: edward.]

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@captaingordcn

#[visage.]#[camcorder.]#[about: jimbabs.]#:(((

Barbara grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass from behind the bar, then sat down on a stool. Sirens was her pride and joy, and it was thriving since she’d returned to the city. Her lips curled into a smile as she looked around. There were women everywhere, dancing and enjoying their time away from men. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar looking blonde sitting on the stool next to her. “Don’t I know you?” she asked, talking loud enough to be heard over the music. “Wait, you’re the firecracker! Do you still work for me?” She hoped that the answer was yes, she enjoyed her spirit.

@thecanaryxlance

#[d: sara.]

“Well, if it isn’t little Barbara Lee,” Barbara said, leaning against the bookcase Babs was organising. She’d heard through the grapevine that Jim’s niece was in the city, but she had to see it to believe it. “Having you and your uncle around again is... It’s making me feel all nostalgic.” She wanted to hug Babs, but she didn’t know if that was okay anymore. A lot had happened since Jim and Barbara’s break up, and Babs had been there for most of it. She knew about the murder, the kidnap, the insanity. There had been Arkham visits and phone calls from the younger woman in the past, but that didn’t mean they were friends, did it? Maybe they were nothing. “It’s good to see you. I’m sorry for not getting in touch sooner. You were always so good to me, and I fell off the radar.”

@babsleegordon

#[d: babs.]#// lmk if you want anything changed <3

An exasperated sigh left Barbara’s lips as she stared down at her watch. She’d been sitting outside Jim’s apartment for hours, and he still wasn’t home. That didn’t surprise her, though. His job had always meant more to him than having a life. When they were together, she’d lost count of the number of times he’d put work before himself. “Typical Jim,” she said, rolling her eyes. If she weren’t so eager to see him, she would’ve left after the first five minutes.

Barbara tilted her head back, furrowing her brow when she heard the sound of a handle being turned. She dusted herself off as she got up from the ground, and mumbled a few curse words under her breath. When the door opened, her eyes met Jim’s, and she couldn’t help but smile. He still looked as handsome as ever. “James Gordon. Don’t you know it’s rude to keep a lady waiting?” she asked, looking him up and down. “Or maybe you do, but you just couldn’t face me. I’ve been out here all evening.”