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( @fearfvvl | BATGIRL VS ABUSE. )
taking out someone twice her size should seem more daunting, but barbara has feared worse in her life. rather, there’s an anger thrumming below the surface of her skin that has her feeling overheated in her kevlar suit. she hasn’t felt like this in years and certainly NEVER towards someone she considers a friend. sweet, innocent colin – the poster boy for the people they’re meant to protect in Gotham. and yet now, with a split lip and dull ache from where he’d managed a few lucky punches, all barbara sees is a threat. rationality is gone, thrown out the door the moment she was thrown into the arena and unknowingly subjected to a force she has no knowledge of to begin with.
threats need to be taken out – they need to be eliminated. it’s – wrong. somewhere, deep down, she realizes this and perhaps if she weren’t so tired, hit so unexpectedly from this mess, than she would be able to fight it better. as it is, barbara squares up, one hand falling to her utility belt to grasp at her smoke bombs.
“ get up. we aren’t finished. don’t tell me that’s all the fight you have left. ”
ask colin now, and he’d tell you he’s not any fucking kind of poster boy, thank you very much. big eyes and a bright smile make him look sweet, innocent. but he’s grown up in the worst parts of gotham. has crawled through its worthless underbelly to carve a niche for himself.
because no one protected him when he needed it, he became a protector. but he’s no angel. not ever, and especially not now. and if there’s one thing colin’s life, short though it’s been so far, has taught him, it’s how to take a punch.
“ are you kidding me? ” colin demands. when he spits, it’s thick with blood. when he stands, his whole body screams in protest. “ i know a buncha nuns who hit way harder than you. ” he’s not done fighting, not by a long shot.
