legend in the making

BATGIRL barbara gordon vigilante and aspiring librarian why do i do this? because i can

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wcndcrwcman:

at the explanation of the civilians, diana’s inner strength was refueled. “we must come up with a strategy. rescue and discover information.” it was at this choice of words that diana felt herself wondering. the city, after all the previous destruction, she honestly assumed there was truly nothing left. “is gotham still– standing?”

barbara nodded at diana’s plan, thinking of where they could possibly house civilians that wouldn’t completely crumble under the weight but that offered some measure of protection. “ we need to figure out what’s left after.. ” she trailed off, looking over her shoulder at the destroyed city. she shook her head, a laugh catching in the back of her throat despite herself. she had watched her city, her home, be ripped apart by disaster after disaster until there was nothing left but ashes. but she had to have faith that there was something to continue to fight for. “ i don’t know,” she answered, more to herself than to diana. her gaze returned to the amazon, “ the city might not be, but there are people who still are. we need to come up with something to keep them safe. ”

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wcndcrwcman:

a very DAZED diana could kind of recognize the voice she was hearing, through the devastation, it sounded so familiar. attempting to focus in, diana had found the owner of the voice at her side, now noting the concern in the feminine sounding voice. “barbara ?” she asked, now realizing exactly who this woman was. “i am– just a bit shaken up. but i am fine, are you okay ?”

barbara was still in her vigilante mindset when she realized just who she was talking to. her gaze was fixed on the area that she thought was injured - trying to find a possible cut, searching for any obvious markings that would be caused by broken bones - though at the sound of diana’s voice, she calmed down a bit - after all, the amazon was all but indestructible. “ good, glad you’re alright. i’m good, but there’s a least two dozen civilians in the gcpd who are losing their minds right now. i don’t think anyone got badly injured, but i can’t be sure. ”

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the entire gcpd shook, causing barbara to stumble as she left her father’s office. the vigilante glanced over her shoulder for half a second before the entire building was abuzz, detectives and civilians alike panicking. barbara was running, the aftershock, causing that to be far more difficult than she had anticipated. throwing herself out into the open, her eyes flickering for a possible cause of the burst. her gaze slide past what she believed to be a civilian, kneeling over their own injured leg, causing her to sprint in their direction. “ can you walk? ” she asked, kneeling beside them as best she could as the city rocked. she cursed herself for not grabbing her first aid kit before heading outside, offering her hand instead. “ let me help you. the hospital’s too far away but i can patch you up in there, ” she said, tilting her head back to indicate the gdpd.

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she had been on batgirl duty since the beginning of the earthquake - technically she still was ( her suit and all her gear were packed safely away in her bag ) - but for the moment, she was dressed in her civvies. she was barbara gordon again. and barbara gordon hadn’t been in direct with her father in over a week. he had told her to stay safe, left her with one of his detectives and left the apartment. of course, barbara hadn’t been home since the start of the chaos but they always check in with each other once every few days. him missing one or two wasn’t abnormal - commissioner gordon was a notorious workoholic - but three was worrisome. the fact that the cell towers were all but destroyed wasn’t helping matters - she couldn’t just call him up. so she had been searching on foot since sunrise. though she was still her civilian self, she had stopped several times to assist survivors. at present, she and few others were trying to help a mother of three free her children and her husband that were trapped underneath a steel beam. trying to sooth the children while she carefully maneuvered the beam so it was off their critical organs. the group had already gotten two of the children loose but the middle child and the father still remained, causing the children to weep as their mother tried to hold it together. “ hey, it’s gonna be fine. i promise. you’re going to be absolutely fine,” she repeated to the youngest, a boy seeming about five years old. she offered him a smile as she swallowed her worry about her own father. everything would be fine - she’d make sure of it.

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ofhcllfire:

it would be a lie to say emma was growing bored of gotham. as bored as emma grew of things so quickly, as drab as they became, gotham was offering something new each day – not just in the zombie charade, but in the sense of the minds of its residents, too. they were all so… fascinating, and that wasn’t a word emma would ever use lightly. ‘fascinating’ didn’t mean enjoyable, of course – it simply meant incredibly new, incredibly fresh. she was well-known in her world for being an oh-so powerful telepath, but these fresh faces needed the reveal, and what was more entertaining than that ?? ( she could think of many things, actually. ) “ i’ll get out of your head now, darling, but you must find a better method of protection. simply switching languages won’t do you any good. ” although every telepath wasn’t consciously fluent in every single language, if spoken to in the language, or if hearing the language, it translated to their own. it was futile. unless an outsider found some sort of spell, gained some sort of power, found some sort of helmet, that prevented telepaths from invading their thoughts, nothing could stop them. “ his thought pattern broke, ” she began. “ you see, we don’t only hear thoughts. if we so please, we can see them. he had a common nuclear family, a name – jackson, if i recall, – a dog, and a childhood. he was aware of that. ” she knew the zombies were currently what the gotham citizens were most worried about, but something about their existence was chilling. “ can you imagine a life such as that ?? you know yourself, but some unspeakable instinct prevents you from making your own decisions ?? ” zombies were so clichéd, but, as she’d found, many parts of their existence were left out. “ paralyzation. brilliant in that it doesn’t kill them, rather simply stops them from their course of action. ” she was getting to talk about herself so much !!

the blonde - babs still didn’t know her name and that fact was starting to grate on her nerves - was positively fascinating. the vigilante was unaware that she was having similar thoughts about her city, but she would have likely found that laughable. she had never met a telepath before - m’gann didn’t count in her book, merely because she was an alien, rather than a meta human and therefore had many other fascinating attributes and she and barbara could discuss. she was annoyed that her switching languages didn’t have much of an impact but she was more curious than anything. “ i’ll get right on that.. but, the language thing. do you know latin or is that another telepath thing? like if someone else knows the language, do you also know it? ” she asked, becoming more and more interested in the woman’s abilities. she wanted to ask about her limitations, but she highly doubted that the woman would be inclined to talk about that. the blonde seemed like someone who liked to brag about herself, not talk about her flaws. she nodded, humming as she ceased her highlighting and note taking. “ so you’re saying that there’s a piece of them left? that there’s something in their body that’s still human?” she asked, mentally noting that she would need to mention this to bruce and the others. most had been operating that these creatures were nothing but mindless monsters. they couldn’t kill them if they were still, at least somewhat, human. barbara shrugged, thinking for a moment. “ i don’t think that’s exclusive to zombies, though. most people have something that’s holding them back in their lives. some people want to make decisions but there could be something in the way - honor, duty, self preservation,” her thoughts wandered to dick for the briefest moment before getting back on track. she didn’t know this woman and the last thing she wanted to do was to put someone she cared about in danger. her next comment had babs perking up once more. “ you can paralyze the creatures? is that exclusive to zombies or.. can you do it to anyone? ”

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wntcrs:

               “  THE  head, huh ?  ”  bucky repeats, playing it off as if he knew the stranger by the window’s going to notice his presence indoors anyway. he’s trying to keep a low profile with everything that’s currently happening around this strange city ———— as he always is when he’s put in a situation he’s not familiar with. the library seems to be the safest, and most feasible option; offering a quiet space while he tries to figure it all out. at least the infestation hasn’t gotten to where he’s at. fingers running through the lightly dusted books, he awkwardly picks one up that his hand first landed on, skimming through the pages as if he’s going to read it. the undead is his  main concern  however, he needs to think of a plan to gather up all these civilians while simultaneously taking these odd looking humans out. luckily he’s come across tools he can use along the way. panning back to the woman sitting by the distance, he figures he’ll throw a few questions before leaving her be, since she looks like she knows a thing or two about this city.  “  they’re not  really  goin’ to feed on our brains… right ? ”  he asks slowly, already feeling anxious at the thought. these things are supposed to be myths.  “  jesus, this day keeps gettin’ better and better.  ”  those last words were more of a sidebar, not meant to be heard by the others. setting the book in his hand back into its rightful shelf, the winter solider readjusts the straps of his back onto his shoulder before speaking out again.  “  would you know if this place has somethin’ on infestations ? might as well while i’m here.  ”

barbara nodded at his question, smiling up at the man. it wasn’t very often that people would listen to her. well, people would listen to her because she knew what she was doing and everyone she worked with was quite aware of that fact. however, when she got on a roll when it come to her research, her enthusiasm could be a bit much for some people, so when she was able to talk to others about her work, she was quite content. “ yes, the head. brain activity is still somewhat functional - it’s what keeps them walking, what keeps them from falling over and rotting completely. so when that’s attacked, all movement will cease,” she nodded, looking back at her work. she shrugged at his following question. “ i’m not sure, actually. we’d have to observe them more closely and that doesn’t seem like an option at the moment. but, i would say, it would be best to assume the worst for your own safety,” she glanced up at him, quirking an eyebrow. she pursed her lips. “ medical or otherwise - such as bugs and vermin. medical encyclopedias are on the second floor, near the elevator. and the all other science texts are across the from the windows on the second floor. i’d suggest starting with the encyclopedias first - better basic outline of what you might need to look up later. ”

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wcndcrwcman:

nodding as barbara have her the run down of the situation, diana was actually thankful that a specific plan had been pinpointed. “the cameras, how are they fixed? is there a way we can fix them?” diana was still a little RUSTY when it came to the complex technology such as cell towers, once she was able to understand the workings of it, it was never a problem but at first, when it was foreign to her, it could lead to some difficulty. “at least they have found shelter, that is something we must also do, create more shelters and spread them out. it is not safe to have everyone in one place at one time, not with what events have been happening.”

barbara tried to remain calm and not allow her sentences to flow together as diana spoke. she couldn’t really hide her admiration for the other woman, nor did she think that she should. diana was a legitimate war hero and a goddess in her own right. she deserved respect and she might get a bit more hero worship where barbara was concerned but it yet to bother the amazon. “ i can fix them, so can most people on the team. i think we should ask barry or someone who is likely to be immune to the virus or bite so they can fix the cameras without getting any sort of injury, ” she finished. she nodded at diana’s plan. “ absolutely, i know dick is talking to bruce and some councilmen about getting more shelter. but i agree. putting everyone in one place could prove to be very unwise. ”

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knightwiing:

the essence of dick grayson was his logicality,  it defined him in good and bad ways.  some of the bad outweighed the good,  but it was his rationality that separated him from others.  however,  in response to her words he feels a sharp tug at his heart and it’s suddenly a struggle to swallow.  they sting a little, of course,  she’s angry.  fine,  he wasn’t going to stop her from feeling so. but this matter of logic;  logic had no place in it,  even though his brain is screaming of course he couldn’t get rid of her and vice verse.  they were linked in ways time and space could not intervene with.  but even so,  his mind feels clouded and there’s something somewhere in him making his heart race with worry because what if he did lose her one day and time and space finally won ? what if he ended up pushing her away for good the next time for the sake of good ? what was good, was it worth it the last time,  if she had gone anyway ? his thoughts are jumbled,  they always were around her, and without another clear thought dick has engulfed her in his arms,   his head finds its spot in her hair and closes his eyes.  a sigh of relief passes through him,  muscles relaxing into her warmth momentarily.  he wasn’t going to explain this to her,  he didn’t need to,  and eventually pulls away with a warm gaze in his eyes.

❛  yeah,  you make sure to do that,  ❜  he replied playfully with a short nod. he can sense the genuine annoyance in her tone but this was dick grayson handling the situation,  was he ever going to let up ? the answer was no.  he leaned back onto his feet slightly,  watching as she collected a sample from the zombie.  there’s a quick be careful on the tip of his tongue,   but he bites it down harshly.  old habits die hard.  dick had the exact same idea in mind,  but she had seemed to beat him to it clearly.  not that he minded watching her work,  he never had.  dick’s not surprised at her reply,  he expected something along the lines of no; lifting his shoulders,  he held out his hands as he spoke,  ❛  that’s disappointing.  i guess i’ll have to wait until there’s no work left then,  ❜  he said slowly,  a knowing look in his eyes and a hint of a smile present.  he’d wait as long as needed for her to forgive him,  forever if it came to it.

she wanted to hate him - she wished she could hate him because it would have been so much easier to put distance between the two of them if she could just forget about everything that he made her feel. but she couldn’t. because no matter what he did, not matter what she did, it was always going to be dick greyson for barbara gordon. his name was always going to be seared into her soul and her life. but that didn’t mean she would allow him back into her life without a fight. he didn’t get to leave her, take a part of her with him, and come back and act like nothing happened. the day he died, a piece of her was shattered. and she couldn’t just forgive that. she didn’t have that in her. and he couldn’t expect her to. she opened her mouth to start yelling - not knowing how to respond to him when he had that look in his eye. when his arms wrapped around her, she nearly melted. she allowed herself to be held by him. she slipped her arms around his waist, her head resting against his chest for a long moment. this didn’t mean they were good, this didn’t mean that he was forgiven, it didn’t mean anything other than what the two of them already knew - they needed each other. they would always need each other. 

when he pulled back, she instantly let go. she didn’t nee to wipe her eyes - she had cried far too much since his death, she didn’t know if she was capable of it at this point. before he could speak, she held a finger to his lips. “ i’m still furious at you, dick greyson. so don’t you dare get cocky on me, you understand?” she asked, both of them knowing that the question didn’t leave any wiggle room for an answer. she nodded, pursing her lips ever so slightly. “ don’t tell me what to do, dick,” she teased. it was easy to fall back into their routine, even though tension still hung heavy in the air between them. “ well, no one can say that you aren’t determined, now can they? ” she stared at him, clearly deciding if she was going to allow him to accompany her for the rest of her work. she could use another set of hands - but then again, it was dick. that could prove to be both an advantage and a disadvantage. one the one hand, she was incredibly annoyed with him, but on the other, no one knew how she worked better than he did - save for bruce. she nodded her head, glaring at his hands for a moment. “ are you offering to help or are you just going to get in my way? ” she asked, settling on the backs of her feet. 

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ofhcllfire:

emma was able to understand this woman’s frustration. god yes, a zombie infestation was such a nuisance. also rather clichéd, as barbara’s book collection suggested ( not to mention all of the god-awful ‘the walking dead’ allusions ). what a perfect time to arrive in gotham, and just as she was in the middle of ‘the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy’ ( not that it was living up to its hype ). “ between your part-time job as a vigilante and your obligation to be everything you need to be to fit in as the commissioner’s daughter, ” she began, “ this must be even more of a predicament to you than to others, save for your bat friend, but he’s quite the enigma, isn’t he, barbara ?? ” now that she believed she’d made her point, she sat down beside her new companion. “ all i can really tell you is that the myths are true: all they really think about are food and death. one had a lapse in consciousness, but it lasted ten seconds at most, ” she replied, waving her hand as if swatting the idea away. “ so if the myths are true about that, who knows ?? maybe their groupthink is correct. ” sighing, she looked down onto the streets. “ either way, i have my own form of protection. ”

barbara was already incredibly weary of newcomers - and nosy ones would continually grate on her nerves. discretion was of the utmost importance to every aspect of her life. half of her hoped that the woman would get the hint and walk away from her, as she was both busy and slightly annoyed. her eyes remained focused on the screen in front of her until the woman spoke. her neck nearly cracked at the force of how quickly her head spun to face the woman. her eyes narrowed and her hand twitched as if searching for her baterang. for a brief moment, she thought of bringing the blade to her neck, but thought better of it after a beat. she didn’t need to pull attention towards herself of the woman. “excuse me?” she asked, trying to keep her face as neutral as possible. her mind searched for possibilities - spy, mind reader, a test from bruce. she couldn’t decide on one, but her thoughts instantly switched to latin, eyes trained on the blonde before her. she arched a brow, deciding on mind reader when she spoke of groupthink. though the woman worried her, her curiosity couldn’t help but get the better of her. “ and what was the lapse in consciousness?” she arched a brow, far from trusting the telepath in front of her. “ and what protection is that? ”

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ofsuperboys:

AFTER hours of patrolling the streets and fighting the undead, kon needed a break from all the madness. it’d been hours since he last ate, and he was practically dead on his feet, his human half winning out over his kryptonian half. slowly, he made his way to the town hall, ready to zeta tube back to headquarters for a quick bite and some much needed rest. he wasn’t expecting to find anybody back in the town hall, assuming all other leaguers were all out doing exactly what he’d been doing for who knows how many hours, but on his way to the zeta tube he saw a familiar figure, and changed paths to talk to her. “yeah, i figured that out pretty quickly – the blow to the head part,” he told her, glancing over his shoulder at the screen. “it doesn’t seem to be toxic, at least not to me, but you probably need to run some tests on it to be sure.”

barbara looked up at the promise of possible useful information. “ anything else you happened to observe? how fast they were walking? if they were automatically aggressive or if there was some kind of trigger?” she asked, moving to stand up to get a better look at him. she nodded, eyes sparkling with the tiniest bit of hope that conner’s comment had offered her. “ not toxic to you? does that mean that one of them tried to attack you? can i see it - the bite? or scratch?” she asked, more out of courtesy. when barbara had set her mind on something, there was nothing that could shake her in her will to achieve what she was after. it often came off a much more intimidating than she meant for it to, but it was very often effective.

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hcmeschooled:

damian leaned against a wall and crossed his arms. “then what are we waiting for?” he asked, a defiant look on his face. he wasn’t sure why he was challenging her of all people… but in all honesty, even though it was something he was never going to admit aloud, the situation was getting under his skin. damian raised an eyebrow at barbara. “hiding here isn’t going to solve anything. we couldn’t save those people then, we can’t save them now. ”

“ what we’re waiting for, damian, is a plan of attack. we can’t go out there if we don’t know what methods will and won’t work.” barbara shot back at the boy she considered to be her brother. “ and don’t lash out at me. we’re on the same side here and snapping at each other will only pull our focus.” she quipped, watching him carefully. she started at a softer approach after her sharper reply. “ i understand that, but sending people out there with no information to help them and nothing but anger to guide them.. it’ll only get more people killed. and no one wants that. ”

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wcndcrwcman:

standing over the girl– diana had recognized her immediately. she had been looking out for more of the zombies, hoping that maybe the actual number of them had gone down drastically. though– she had been disappointed by the actual findings of that. “have there been any reports on them turning other people into undead monsters? have any more civilians died?” she grilled barbara with questions, shaking her head as she glanced up. “i cannot believe this is what the world is coming to.”

realizing it was the amazonian princess that stood over her shoulder was a bit of a surprise to barbara - mainly because she still could hardly believe a woman like her was even real, let alone would talk to her. babs knows that it’s beyond unprofessional and irrational to get this starstruck whenever she was around diana, but sue her - the woman was a legend and barbara was always honored when she spoke to her. at her questions, barbara perked up answer. “ we can’t know for certain. a lot of the reports of possible transformations are hearsay, and have only appeared on social media and less than reliable news networks. without proof or samples from both the creatures and humans, i can’t say for sure. we’re not sure about the number of casualties either. but since the initial outbreak, people have been staying indoors more, which we believe will have decreased the number of civilian casualties. ” barbara nodded at the woman’s words, agreeing silently. “ what we need to do is get all the security cameras around the city back on line. the asteroids did a number on the cell towers and the cameras themselves, so i can’t hack into any of them while they’re disconnected. or destroyed. ” she added as an afterthought. 

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batxknight:

this was undoubtedly one of the worst things that had ever happened to gotham city and yet, bruce couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was going to survive -  it had to. (however, someone had to come up with a plan against the undead, preferably one that included a cure.) unmasked, the dark knight stood on the edge of the city hall’s rooftop, his hand on his grapple gun in case he needed to make a quick exit. when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him, bruce stood still.  “did you close the door?” he asked the person standing behind him. he could only hope that the undead had not found him. “we don’t want them to get inside.”

slipping outside behind her mentor, barbara ensured that the door had locked into place as it closed behind her. at his question, babs nearly snorted, walking over to him with her ipad and notes in hand. “ of course i did,” she said, coming to stand behind him. “ none of them have gotten through any of the instances and we have people both inside and out making sure it stays that way. they won’t get in,” she tried to seem reassuring but she couldn’t be certain given that they didn’t know anything about these things. “ speaking of, do you have a minute? i’ve been running a few tests on the samples i got with what little equipment we have here. and.. it’s not looking great,” she sighed, flipping through her notes. “ but that could just be because i don’t have a lot of resources to get a better grasp on the chemistry of the.. zombies, ” she finished, finding it difficult to remain positive when she was talking about creatures that were harbingers of the apocalypse. 

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knightwiing:

before dick is able to properly grasp the severity of his situation (  his reaction time was unusually slow,  bruce would have scolded him  ),  skin tearing reaches his ears and the arms around him have loosened so the zombie has slumped to the ground in a large heap.  however,  it is not the fact that he has just cheated death — again — that has softened his gaze in a way in which only some people have ever seen,  but the mere fact her voice has reached his ears,  finally.  ❛  barbara.  ❜  her name fell of his lips effortlessly,  in a whisper,  in one breath,  as if it was etched into his lungs and soul.  there is a breathless smile on his face; it really is a wonder,  he thinks.  but there is no time to think as she tugged him into an alleyway but before dick can help her tackle the zombies that have trudged behind him,  her movements get there before him and her hand is up to stop him anyway.  the previous smile has no widened into a grin as he watched her observe the zombies. but the sound of shuffling feet perks his head behind them and he sends his own version of a batarang flying through the air and severing the skull of the remaining zombie they had to deal with — for now.  

❛  i totally had him,  if you’d just given me another minute or two,  ❜  dick scoffed.  the grin on his face gradually fell as he goes silent for a moment,  eyes fixed on hers.  he wanted with everything in him to stride over and hold her close,  because christ he hadn’t heard from her in days,  hadn’t seen her in days.  but with everything that’s happened,  dick only allowed himself to saunter over so he was standing close enough to her to make him need to look down to her,  lips parted slightly.  ❛  thank you for that …how many times is that now ? i owe you one.  what about a drink once this place is sorted, hm ? ❜  dick grinned,  hey,  she’d just saved his life.  that meant they were on their way to be cool,  right ? maybe ?  

barbara made a note to mention dick’s lack of response to bruce. if dick wasn’t going to listen to her, then that was his prerogative. but she wasn’t going to let him get killed because he was getting careless. and she was certain he would listen to bruce. the sound of her name on his lips had her annoyance with him wavering. this was why she had been avoiding him - as much as she wanted to throttle him for being so goddamn self sacrificing, she couldn’t stay mad at him when she was around him. it was a double edged sword, their history - they knew exactly how to get under each other’s skin. they knew each other better than they knew themselves at times and while that came in handy during missions, it made it nearly impossible to stay mad at him - he knew just how to make her smile long enough to let go of her anger. then, of course, something would happen that would make her remember all too well why she was upset with him in the first place. " you can’t get rid of me that easily, dick,” she quipped, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. she had a habit of keeping promises, of remaining at her post, of not faking her own death. unlike some people.

she leaned back on her feet, glancing over at him with an arched brow at his comment. “ oh yeah? didn’t look like you had another minute or two to spare. but i’ll remember that next time i’m saving your ass,” she replied, her voice on the edge of teasing and annoyance. she glanced back down at the creature, eyes trained on the blood that was pooling around its skull. she cursed herself for not bringing something to take pictures with - she only brought her vials. leaning down on the pavement, she collected some of the seeping liquid, careful for it to never touch her hands. it was easier for her to ignore the bundle of emotions that were swirling around in her chest when she had something to concentrate on. when she stood, there he was, right in front of her - demanding her attention as if he didn’t already have it. she managed to arch an unimpressed eyebrow at his comment. “ too many last i counted. ” barbara met his eyes, her gaze softer than it was before. she did miss him, more than she’d ever admit to anyone. the one person she would tell would be dick and she wouldn’t do that. not when he was the reason she had missed him, had mourned him. she nearly cracked a smile at his antics before schooling her features. “ can’t. i have work to do, samples to collect. ”

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ofhcllfire:

‘zombie infestation!’ ‘apocalypse?’ ‘armageddon on the rise’ ‘the walking dead comes to gotham’ – the news stations were all the same, and god knows they all said the same things ( just with different political viewpoints ). nobody knew anything about the zombies yet, just that they were dangerous menaces to gotham’s cityfolk ( not that they thought much about anything other than food and/or death ), thus meaning they were getting nowhere with their research. to truly study them, they would have to get up close and personal, and… fair enough, it was pretty hard to kill a zombie and have it stay dead. speaking of, a voice rose addressing that exact issue. sighing, she replied, “ and i assume you’re picking up this information from fictional texts and scientists dabbling in the theoretical field ?? perhaps some paranoid citizens thrown in. am i getting warm ?? ” she replied. it didn’t require mind-reading ( because that’s godmodding and i haven’t asked my good ol’ pal about that ) to pick up on that.

as a defender of citizens and their rights, barbara had to respect the press and understand that they - sometimes - had the good of gotham in mind. however, as a person - both as a vigilante who valued discretion and the daughter of a police commissioner who really didn’t enjoy when the press got in the way of his job - she was starting to get aggravated by the news. they were only causing more panic and it going to cause people to get hurt or killed it if continued. a voice piped up, causing barbara’s frustration to grow. barbara sighed, raking a hand through her hair and suppressing the urge to snap at the newcomer. barbara losing her mind on some civilian wasn’t going to help the situation. “ you would be correct in that assumption. if you have an suggestions that don’t involve getting someone killed, then, please. i’m all ears,” she glanced up at the woman, half hoping that the woman might have some ideas to help. she doubted it, however. the ones who complain seem to never have any solutions it seems.

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supergiirls:

kara was expecting to see villains attacking the earth after the disaster, intergalactic or mythical ones even, but ZOMBIES? that was a big no. hearing it from the news was something but even after seeing them with her two eyes, she still had a hard time believing it. on her way here, she had to take one down when she see the WALKING DEAD, and it was funny how she relied on her knowledge from the tv shows she used to watch and it was even funnier that it worked. tilting her head to the side now to look at her, kara slowly nodded before speaking. “ yeah, that’s a FACT. ” she agreed with a small shrug. “ i’m sure they’ll start running tests on their dna soon. though i wonder if it’d be toxic for me. ”

“ you seen them in action at all? ” barbara glanced up at kara, giving her a once over before returning to her notes. “ i’m not sure. i haven’t been able to get my hands on any samples yet, but.. if you’re not opposed to donating some blood when i get my hands on it, i can let you know? ” she offered, tilting her head to the side as she thought about it. she couldn’t imagine it would have the same effect on kara or clark as it would on humans - whatever effect that was - but it would certainly help to know. if they were the ones immune to it, she needed to let bruce know now so they could plan accordingly.

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barbara gordon