My Mask. My Shield. My Persona

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The internet was a community of people talking —– arguing, romancing, helping one another — and you didn’t even have to use your real name.  You were simply who you were online.  /  By Dani.

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She left a message an hour ago on his phone, nothing cryptic, no catch. A simple "Clock Tower,7pm sharp, be there Boy Wonder ~ O". For once there were no more than two bodies in her hideaway (much to the dismay of the all too nosy Dinah), just her and their son waiting patiently for his arrival. The lasagna kept warm in the oven and the small cake chilled in the fridge.

he  tries  everything  he  can  not  to  be  late  .  leaves  hours  in  advance  ,  turns  off  all  police  scanners  in  an  attempt  to  not  get  distracted  for  once  and  makes  sure  to  avoid  the  busy  highways  as  best  he  can  but  no  matter  what  ,   there  would  always  be  traffic  at  the  bridges  .  so  close  yet  so  far  !  dick  catches  the  time  on  his  watch  when  he  arrives  though  ,  jacket  and   night  bag  slung  over  one  shoulder  ,  only  half  an  hour  later  …  for  him  it  feels  like  a  win  !

the  sound  off  babbling  warms  his  heart  ,  it  tenfolds  though  when  he  finally  gets  in and  sees  tommy  running  towards  him  at  a  speed  that  could  rival  uncle  wally  .    ❝    whoa  ,  you’re  gonna  run  your  legs  off  !    ❞      everything  is  dropped  to  the  ground  with  a  clatter  to  catch  him  before  a  tumble  happened  ,  scoops  the  child  right  up  until  his  words  turn  into  giggles  that  almost  cover  the  hum  of  electrics  .  he  misses  them  .  too  much  .  all  the  time  .  but  dick  knows  all  too  well  that  this  city  isn’t  big  enough  for  nightwing  and  batman  ,  and  there’s  no  way  he’d  ever  ask  barbara  to  move  .  this  wasn’t  ideal  by  any  means  ,  but  it’s  working  and  there’s  nothing  more  he  can  ask  for  than  that  .

the  blue  bird  lets  his  son  down  ,  watches  him  go  digging  around  in  his  stuff  for  something  (  there’s  a  yoyo  in  the  left  pocket  of  his  jacket  just  for  tommy  .  )  before  finally  getting  the  chance  to  go  over  to  the  hacker  -  extraordinaire  herself  .  he  leans  down  ,  both  hands  framing  her  face  and  he  kisses  her  softly  -  lets  himself  get  lost  for  a  split  second  before  pulling  back  with  that  familiar  wide  grin  on  his  face  .     ❝    hi  .    ❞     even  throws  in  a  little  head  tilt  for  good  measure  ,    ❝    i  missed  you  .    ❞      

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[oracleout]

independent barbara gordon. rebooted jan. 2017. written by nicki.

[sombrc]

Para el sistema, ella no es nadie.  Ella, no existe … ¿ Quién is Sombra ?  Nunca lo sabrás |  Escrito por Dani  |   ©

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Makes off with her keyboard, and leaves a note reading: 'Stop sending me spam emails. I know it's you, Barbara. I'm not completely illiterate with computers.'

          It’s not something she’d ever expect from anyone, than again, Helena was always full of surprises.  A free spirit of a woman and yet trapped by the anger and rage that threatened to consume her regularly.  Barbara watched it day by day, Helena struggling with the fine line of using it and being used by it.  Either way, the Oracle believed in the other and trusted the Huntress with her life and the lives of her fellow agents.  

          She’d always believe that one day, they’d finally see eye to eye and stop with their games, mainly the games she sets up, but it was so damn hard to let go of control.  To drop her guard and allow anyone to have the slightest bit of power over her.  Even if it was something so trivial as this.

          Barbara’s not above pettiness, in fact, her picture may be found next to the definition in a Webster’s dictionary.  She doesn’t like to lose —– ever, give her a break.  Sending Helena all the spam emails she could get her hands on  (  which is far more than anyone ever cares to know could exist on the internet  )  she sent them directly towards her favorite purple suited ass kicker.  

           The thought of an exhausted Helena coming home, flopping on her bed or couch or whatever, opening her laptop and email only to see hundreds upon hundreds of spam emails sent to her was priceless —– if only she left a camera or two behind just to capture the teacher’s face.  

          Okay, this was beyond petty, this was juvenile, but Oracle never claimed that she was perfect or above any of this —–  most of the time.  Contrary to popular belief, she had a funny bone or two left in her body.

          A smile curls her lips upward, the note scribbled in haste and enough pressure applied to leave a more defined texture beneath.  So, Helena wasn’t feeling the laughs this time.  Her loss.  Meanwhile, Barbara would easily find a spare keyboard or five laying around somewhere in the tower.  She was always prepared for anything after all.  Ever calculating, always planning, always on alert, Barbara would not be out played even with something so juvenile as this.

          ❛     A little ‘ ha ha ha ’ in your life wouldn’t kill ya Hel …     ❜

[crimespoiler-a-deactivated20170]

“There’s something wrong here. What haven’t you told me?”

meme:  penny dreadful   /   status:  accepting

either stephanie’s made of glass or oracle can pierce through everyone’s plastered together poker face with alarming accuracy.     she’s successfully hidden the red scarred skin on the crook of her head,   foundation tenderly applied under a curled fringe which keeps the lump covered,  and the pain has passed as has all evidence of it on her face,  there’s nothing in her appearance that could have given her away.   no slip in demeanor that didn’t seem out of the norm,  her trademark grin had stuck to her cheeks with fervor,   her shoulders bore her strength and never wavered.    

                                                      at least,   that was what she thought.   barbara obviously knew her better than she had realized.  but that piercing gaze,   evergreen and vibrant even in the dim light of firewall,  puts stephanie on edge and makes her shoulders rumble,  static increasing along the concave of her back,  itching its way across her neck and torso as it creeps into the bottom of her stomach and builds in weight.  shifting like a heavy anchor of anxiety.   she can’t keep secrets from barbara,   they had made a promise to each other of fidelity and she had no intention of breaking that but neither could she utter what had happened. 

                       that,  in the cover of darkness  -  where she had rebelled and thrived  -  her nightmares had hit her.   he’d come back,   he’d been near her,  he’d had his hands on her,   again.  she’d not been back to her apartment since then,  it may not have been a sanctuary ruined but it no longer felt safe.   she’d scrubbed and scratched skin away for an hour in a steaming shower to relieve herself of his touch and had spent her time fixing and adjusting her inventory and skill set in firewall.  constantly alert,  constantly erratic.  she’s not ashamed of herself,    but stephanie just can’t face what happened yet.

                                                                                                                                  neither is she ready to face barbara’s reaction.

               ❛      i’ll tell you.   i promise.   but not tonight.   tonight,  i just wanna kick some butt and,  then,  i wanna sleep for a couple of days.   if you really wanna know,  you can ask bruce but  —  i will tell you,  if you can’t.   but not tonight.

                                                                                                       keep me safe out there.      ❜

                                     her admission leaves oracle confused and frustrated,  it’s clear from the sculpted frown lines digging into her brow,  but she still leaves her,  compact whizzing out of the firewall hidden entrance. 

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stays up super late and consequentially falls asleep at her desk.

                         Almost on   TIME,   she arrives at Barbara ’ s house. Her mind is very much   active, as it is when she is awake. Emma can   TELL,   the images, the time. It is almost   irritating,   how often she has to remind the other to sleep properly, to collapse in a   BED,   at least. She rolls her eyes, features forming the ever   bored   expression. The images inside the redhead ’ s mind follow her as she makes her way towards the other ’ s working place. Screens   &   solitude sorrounds her. Emma Frost is no   STRANGER   to this place now, yet she has grown   accustomed   to noise   &   people   &   children running around, even at   UNGODLY   hours in the morning. The silence, a   change.   Only images   &   the sound of Manolo Blanck heels are her company.

                                       (     she   REFUSES   to call the place a   cave.   perhaps repulsed by such creatures, perhaps   FOREVER   wanting to establish her own point of view. she keeps walking, seeing the red hair from   afar.   emma often gets bored of seeing dreams that are not her   WORK.   barbara has proven to be an   interesting   individual. big brain, logical but   IMAGINATIVE   too. emma has helped with the nightmares, with clown faces   &   bullets   &   pity looks, that feeling of being   unworthy.   she has helped, always remembering what she sees, what it ’ s almost   TANGIBLE   to her. she is as harsh as she is   soft,   as reluctant as she is to admit it. she offers a piece of her   MIND,   as much as she offers comfort. again, it is   buried   under layers of destruction   &   death   &   the mind of a   SURVIVOR.   but today,   today   she is here to take   ADVANTAGE   of the situation.     )

                         She walks inside the other ’ s   mind   now, a trace left behind her. It ’ s a rather   PEACEFUL   place today. But never say Emma Frost is not capable of having   fun   with her powers. She starts to remove her clothes, no sign of Barbara waking up, she summons a   PROJECTION,   awake enough to   understand   what is happening. Lips dance from jaw to clavicle, a bite here   &   there, real body starts   MOVING.   Emma laughs.   Finally.

             ❝     Are you going to   GREAT   me, darling   ??   Or should i continue with my little   show   ??   I will let that pass today, but do not   INTERRUPT   me ever again.     ❞

                         She walks to her, lets hands   wander.   She demands, never   ASKS.   Wants   &   takes. The noise leaving Barbara ’ s lips is   certainly   encouraging.

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[thewiidowmaker]

STEP INTO MY PARLOR SAID THE SPIDER TO THE FLY  |  written by Dani  | autoplay.

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The display case would have been nice…

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Babs & Cass requested by @barbaragordan​

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“Yeah, I was asleep, but it’s okay. I was having my favorite dream. I have it all the time. I was dancing. I was beautiful. I was dancing.” - Oracle, Brave and the Bold (2007) #33

I just read the pre-flashpoint Birds of Prey and now im just really sad Babs is back to being batgirl.

My brother has enlisted me to help with making posters for his pole and aerial society so if my next few drawings are gymnastic-y you know why

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@thewhiteqveen replied to your post:same dinah … same …

okay but she looks like the guys in movies that are dead & get eyes & muscle back ?? like the mummy or something ?? lmao

I’M SCREAMING

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same dinah ... same ...