Lydia al Ghul.

[definitely-not-batgirl]

UH. Masterpost?? I’m so Scared

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I…have way too many blogs. But summer is here and I don’t have anything to study for so I HAVE THE TIME FOR IT !!

I am cringe and I am free,, SO. Here’s my stupid fucking Batgirl OC. Hope you like her lol

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Profile:

Name: Lydia al Ghul

Vigilante Name: Batgirl

Age: 16

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5’6

Birthday: June 10th

MBTI: INTJ

•Likes: Her siblings, swords, wiki binges, analysis papers

•Dislikes: Making mistakes, violence, overly sweet food

General Overview:

•Am I really doing this again? Yes.

•Damian’s older sister. She was born and raised in the League of Assassins, just like he was.

•As a younger kid, she had a lot of the same goals as her grandfather—to create a new world free of “scum” or suffering. This was yet again another challenge for Bruce.

•Although critical of his black-and-white idea of morality, Lydia wasn’t too harsh on Bruce when they first met. She saw that they were more alike than in hindsight—they both fought for what they believed was right.

•Like how Damian was given the Robin mantle, she was to handle the Batgirl mantle with Cassandra. Girls yayyy

•Bruce mainly assigned the role of Batgirl to her because he trusted her enough to let her out of his sight for patrol + he thought being Batgirl would be a good influence.

•Lyds enjoys being Batgirl, for the most part. She isn’t sure what she’s meant to do with her life now that she knows that she doesn’t want to lead the League of Assassins, but she’s figuring it out.

[batty-old-man]

RP STARTER

He wasn’t fast enough. His knee gave out and he couldn’t dodge. It shouldn’t have been hard for him, he’s done it a million times, but he just…couldn’t get out of the way.

They had already patched up the bullet wound in their side, so now they were just lying in the medical cot, staring at the bandage with a silent disgust. They shouldn’t have let it happen, they’re better than this. Perhaps they’re growing old. Feeble. They’re well into their forties, which they don’t consider old on most, but for them it’s practically senile.

She can’t afford to age. She has responsibilities—physically taxing responsibilities. She’s the barrier between Gotham and Hell, she’s the one thing keeping this cursed city from drowning in its own depravity. Her children are there, of course, but she despises the thought of sending them out alone without the option to call her for help.

He’ll just have to train harder. He’ll be better—stronger. Human limits will have no more affect on him if he just works harder, he can still save Gotham-

They look up from their quiet self-loathing as the door opens and someone enters.

[definitely-not-batgirl]

“May I come in?”

Lydia—still in Batgirl costume—knocks before she steps into the room, closing the door behind her. She takes off her mask, the concern in her eyes rather apparent. After all, Bruce is her father. She doesn’t know what she would do if she were to lose him.

“The others tell me you were hurt during your patrol,” She pipes up, walking towards them and slowly placing a gentle hand on their shoulder. “Are you alright?”

[batty-old-man]

Bruce gives her a small smile, trying to quell her worries.

“I’m fine. I’ve been through far worse, and I’m not dead yet.” He assures her, resting his hand on top of hers.

He could’ve died, easily, he knows that. If the bullet had hit just slightly to the left, he’d have been done. He’d never tell her that, though. She shouldn’t have to fear for her father’s life.

[definitely-not-batgirl]

Lydia is, quite obviously, not very reassured, but she still smiles back at him. The last thing she wants is to stress him out by mentioning how close he’d been to death, even if it’s true. It’s definitely an important conversation to have, but he’s already injured. She can raise the issue when he recovers.

“Good,” she finally responds, briefly squeezing his hand. “I’m glad you’re okay, father. “

A beat passed, before she says: “Do you need anything? I could keep you company, if you would like…a friend. Or not, if you would like to be left alone for a bit.”

She doesn’t really want to leave them.

[batty-old-man]

“I could use the company.” He nodded.

He’d normally prefer to be alone when he’s injured, but he has enough kids to know how well that’d go over. Besides, it was hard to say no to her, and he didn’t mind her presence, anyways.

So, he scoots over, allowing her space to sit next to him if she’d like.

[definitely-not-batgirl]

She sits on the cot, trying to get her cape out of the way. “Sorry.”

Looking back at him, her body visibly relaxes. He’s alive. He could have died, but he’s alive. Thank god. She smiles at him again.

[batty-old-man]

RP STARTER

He wasn’t fast enough. His knee gave out and he couldn’t dodge. It shouldn’t have been hard for him, he’s done it a million times, but he just…couldn’t get out of the way.

They had already patched up the bullet wound in their side, so now they were just lying in the medical cot, staring at the bandage with a silent disgust. They shouldn’t have let it happen, they’re better than this. Perhaps they’re growing old. Feeble. They’re well into their forties, which they don’t consider old on most, but for them it’s practically senile.

She can’t afford to age. She has responsibilities—physically taxing responsibilities. She’s the barrier between Gotham and Hell, she’s the one thing keeping this cursed city from drowning in its own depravity. Her children are there, of course, but she despises the thought of sending them out alone without the option to call her for help.

He’ll just have to train harder. He’ll be better—stronger. Human limits will have no more affect on him if he just works harder, he can still save Gotham-

They look up from their quiet self-loathing as the door opens and someone enters.

[definitely-not-batgirl]

“May I come in?”

Lydia—still in Batgirl costume—knocks before she steps into the room, closing the door behind her. She takes off her mask, the concern in her eyes rather apparent. After all, Bruce is her father. She doesn’t know what she would do if she were to lose him.

“The others tell me you were hurt during your patrol,” She pipes up, walking towards them and slowly placing a gentle hand on their shoulder. “Are you alright?”

[batty-old-man]

Bruce gives her a small smile, trying to quell her worries.

“I’m fine. I’ve been through far worse, and I’m not dead yet.” He assures her, resting his hand on top of hers.

He could’ve died, easily, he knows that. If the bullet had hit just slightly to the left, he’d have been done. He’d never tell her that, though. She shouldn’t have to fear for her father’s life.

[definitely-not-batgirl]

Lydia is, quite obviously, not very reassured, but she still smiles back at him. The last thing she wants is to stress him out by mentioning how close he’d been to death, even if it’s true. It’s definitely an important conversation to have, but he’s already injured. She can raise the issue when he recovers.

“Good,” she finally responds, briefly squeezing his hand. “I’m glad you’re okay, father. “

A beat passed, before she says: “Do you need anything? I could keep you company, if you would like…a friend. Or not, if you would like to be left alone for a bit.”

She doesn’t really want to leave them.

[batty-old-man]

RP STARTER

He wasn’t fast enough. His knee gave out and he couldn’t dodge. It shouldn’t have been hard for him, he’s done it a million times, but he just…couldn’t get out of the way.

They had already patched up the bullet wound in their side, so now they were just lying in the medical cot, staring at the bandage with a silent disgust. They shouldn’t have let it happen, they’re better than this. Perhaps they’re growing old. Feeble. They’re well into their forties, which they don’t consider old on most, but for them it’s practically senile.

She can’t afford to age. She has responsibilities—physically taxing responsibilities. She’s the barrier between Gotham and Hell, she’s the one thing keeping this cursed city from drowning in its own depravity. Her children are there, of course, but she despises the thought of sending them out alone without the option to call her for help.

He’ll just have to train harder. He’ll be better—stronger. Human limits will have no more affect on him if he just works harder, he can still save Gotham-

They look up from their quiet self-loathing as the door opens and someone enters.

[definitely-not-batgirl]

“May I come in?”

Lydia—still in Batgirl costume—knocks before she steps into the room, closing the door behind her. She takes off her mask, the concern in her eyes rather apparent. After all, Bruce is her father. She doesn’t know what she would do if she were to lose him.

“The others tell me you were hurt during your patrol,” She pipes up, walking towards them and slowly placing a gentle hand on their shoulder. “Are you alright?”

[arabella-drake-wayne]

Damian, ignore me if you see this.

Anyone else agree that Talia Al Ghul is fine shit???? Crimes and all. I’d challenge her to a fight just so she would pin me down.

Like I would let her hit any day all day. Also, like, I’d be such a good controversially young girlfriend.

[definitely-not-batgirl]

I created this account…not even fifteen minutes ago, and this is the first post I’ve stumbled across.

Should I be concerned?