Oracle

Barbara Gordon, affiliated with Isola Radiale

[gothamsoracle]

devespertilio‌:

Barbara’s confusion couldn’t be missed and it had Bruce making a mental note to compose himself more. At least he could chalk these uncharacteristic urges up to be part of the persona, though it was odd when there was no-one else around. Once she’s in the elevator he follows and waits for the door to close before taking out his key-card to insert it through the slot, allowing access to the upper-level of the building. 

“Don’t mistake this building as settling in, I need to give us an advantage if we’re going to survive this place with sanity intact that requires some form of revenue. This was the easiest thing to do, and it’s probably expected for those that might know Bruce Wayne.” They pass the fifth floor and continue upward, Bruce looks down at her with an unusual expression. Soft, sad, vulnerable. It’s gone within a second as his gaze firms. 

“I was hoping to ask for your help in running Wayne Enterprises. Lucius obviously isn’t here, nor is Alfred or Dick. Tim will be able to help run a few things and I know Damian. You don’t have to say yes, but I would name you my PA, I can’t see anyone else at the job. I can’t trust anyone new.” 

His reasoning was sound as it ever was, she’d have probably suggested the same thing: gathering resources and intel were at the top of her own list, if you didn’t count making sure everyone she knew was out of harm’s way.

Barbara happened to catch his eye when he looked down at her, the expression on his face being out of place for a number of reasons. It was the same look her dad gave her. Something was wrong, but it wasn’t as simple as someone pretending to be Bruce Wayne and it didn’t seem to be causing any harm. A strange predicament to be in for sure.

“Bruce, you know how I feel about directly working for you.” It wasn’t that she hated him or what he stood for --quite the opposite-- but she liked being no more than his eyes and ears. Anything more than that cut into her own work and independence as Oracle. Besides, the Birds of Prey always needed her more than Batman Inc. did. The redhead rubbed her chin thoughtfully before continuing. “But, considering the circumstances, I don’t think I have much of a choice. Though if you find someone else suitable, I’ll go back to my regular Oracle stuff. Deal?”

[gothamsoracle]

cursiren‌:

Usually a name drop was enough to send any potential ladies she was interested in wet with desire, but maybe it was time to crank up the Tyreen Calypso charms. 

Leaning in, more aggressively than before, she quirked the corner of her lips upwards as she placed the bag on her lap.

“Do I need to need something to want to meet a pretty lady?” Letting her chin rest against her ungloved hand, she refused to let her gaze drop. “But if you really need a reason, can you help me out with my phone?”

Ah, so it was like that.

It was the typical sort of attention she had gotten from men a nauseating amount of times before. But the same thing coming from a woman? Now that had Barbara’s attention. Her lips curved into a knowing smirk as the boisterous woman locked eyes with her.

“I think you make a compelling argument there.” It was her turn to rest her chin against her hand now. The redhead found Tyreen to be strangely charming, even if her routine was a bit predictable. “Let me guess: you’re about to tell me there’s something wrong with your phone because my number isn’t in it, am I right?”

[cursiren]

@gothamsoracle​

She saw the redhead sitting by a cafe table, and approached. She took the open seat next to her, swinging her boots over the top so that they landed on the table with a thud, and leaned back into her chair.

She tilted the bag of chocolates she had been munching on towards the other woman. A small piece of decency towards the stranger. 

“So. Hey. I’m new in town, and just got here after a huge thing in Pandora. Would love to tell you all about it, but it’s not nearly a riveting a story as it could have been. Anyways, you look like the most sane person here, and totally not a bandit, sooo… Hey~ I’m Tyreen Calypso, you might know me from my ECHOstreams.”

[gothamsoracle]

Barbara had been peacefully reading a newspaper and sipping on a cup of green tea when the heavy thud of boots rattled the spoon and saucer on the table. So much for a quiet moment. The redhead glanced over at the woman --seemingly to assess whether or not she was a threat-- then folded up the newspaper. 

When offered the bag of chocolates, she elected to ignore them. It was never a great idea to accept food or drinks from someone you didn't know --that experience didn't even come from being a caped crusader. And while Barbara wasn't impressed by the woman's attitude, she could at least appreciate her muscles.

"Uh, okay, nice to meet you. Did you need something?"

[gothamsoracle]

devespertilio‌:

Pacing continues before the front doors to the building open up and Bruce is at a stand-still as Barbara wheels herself into the building. He’s relieved at seeing her, tense shoulders easing as he makes a quick approached. “It’s not nearly as eye-catching here as it would be in Gotham, there’s a lot more oddities in this city to pay more attention to than someone riding around in a limousine.” Plus, he wouldn’t be Bruce Wayne if he wasn’t a little extra, and he wanted to be sure she was comfortable. The taxi drivers in this area were sketchy.

“It’s good to see you.” Before he can stop himself Bruce is leaning down and giving Barbara a quick hug, it was certainly out-of-character for him, and he realized it a second later as he straightens up and clears his throat. “I mean.. you look to be in good condition.” A sense of awkwardness settles over him as he looks away from her and around the building. “I hope you’re not too hungry, I’d like to talk about a few things before lunch. Come with me.”

With that he leads the way to the elevator, arm set against the door to keep it open as he waits for Barbara to enter before following in.

Barbara gave her former mentor an amused smirk as he explained himself. Of course she didn't actually care that much, she just wanted to tease him a little. It was good to see that he was alright, even if she felt he might be acting just a bit too casual considering the circumstances.

Before she could open her mouth to reply, her eyes widened in surprise as Bruce hugged her. This was...awkward. Did he know that he could drop the Bruce Wayne act, now that they were alone? He was always sort of an uncle to her with how good friends he was with her dad, but he was never the hugging type. As weird as this was, she decided to overlook it for the moment but she was going to be watching him closely.

"Uh...thanks, good to see you too." The redhead replied with a hint of confusion. “And no, I’ll be fine. What did you want to discuss?” She followed the man’s lead and rolled into the elevator. It was clear to her that Bruce likely wanted to talk about how on earth they were going to leave this place, or so she hoped.

[gothamsoracle]

harliquinn‌:

That stung, just a little, even though she didn’t admit it. She had been doing better; these days her villainous behaviour mostly depended on who she chose to spend her time with. When the Joker was here, yes she slipped back into bad habits. Now, she was alone again and while she still committed crimes sometimes, they were nowhere near as terrible as her heists with her ex. Well, not always. “Once a bad guy always a bad guy, right?” There was a hint of resentment in her voice but she soon masked her bitterness with her usual sweet smile. “I can be nice sometimes– hey, wait up!”

As Harley picked up her pace to catch up, she did so with a slight skip in her step. Unfortunately for Barbara, she was going to follow her whether she liked it or not, however when she did throw her a bone, Harley’s expression turned thoughtful as she thought about her most recent encounters with Gotham’s citizens– she couldn’t recall Gordon being one of them.

“I don’t think the Commish is here… I haven’t seen him and I’m very familiar with the local law enforcement!” She stepped in front of Barbara and walked backwards instead. “I’ll tell ya who is here though.” She continued, then she paused for dramatic effect. “Batman.”

The redhead looked up at Harley as she walked in front of her and frowned; the blonde was clearly not good at taking a hint, but at least she wasn't doing anything illegal. If only being annoying were a crime. 

Hearing that her dad wasn't here seemed to lift her spirits a bit, at least. Harley Quinn delivering good news? Well, there certainly was a first time for everything. And yet Barbara was still unconvinced by how friendly she seemed, or perhaps she didn't want to believe it was sincere.

"Batman!?" This information made Barbara come to a sudden halt. She seemed surprised by that news. If Bruce was here, something must have caught his attention. Or worse, someone was clever enough to kidnap him. "Whoever did that has made a pretty big mistake. I'm sure you know that from experience, Quinn. But alright, I'll humor you: tell me what you know about this city."

[devespertilio]

@gothamsoracle​

Barbara Gordon’s arrival had been on Bruce’s radar, but with the grand opening of Wayne Enterprises on such a large scale he had a bit of running around to do before they could catch up. Now that it had been done and over with a time was set and he arranged for her to be picked up via limo and brought to the company’s establishment. 

He waits for her arrival, pacing across the empty first floor of the building. Those on staff for the day had been given an early and extended lunch so they could meet without prying eyes and eager ears. A sort of anxiousness settled over him at seeing her and what her arrival meant for Gotham. One less person he trusted to watch over the city he loved.

[gothamsoracle]

It would have been surprising to her if she hadn't already known he was here --information relayed to her by Harley Quinn, of all people-- but it also felt familiar. Familiar was a welcome feeling right now. Barbara sat outside of her apartment building as she watched the limousine come to a gentle stop at the curb, thinking about how this was all too extravagant for a meal with a friend. She would have been just fine with a taxi cab. With a roll of her eyes, she wheeled herself over to the back seat of the limo and curtly refused help with opening the door before she made the transfer from wheelchair to back seat.  

When she finally arrived, she was somehow surprised to gaze up at a building that looked identical to the Wayne Enterprises building in Gotham. She let out a short chuckle of amusement --even in this strange city, Bruce Wayne was the same as ever. As she wheeled herself up to the front entrance, she couldn't help noticing how strangely empty the building seemed; her instincts told her this might be a trap, but the fact nothing exploded when she went through the revolving door was a good sign.

"A limousine? Really?" Was how she chose to greet the famous billionaire Bruce Wayne. "Not to sound ungrateful but if you wanted to draw attention, you could have livestreamed this meeting instead."

[dankmemeuniversity]

[gothamsoracle]

harliquinn‌:

“Ya know, that’s no way ta greet someone who was makin’ sure ya didn’t get robbed!” Harley huffed and cross her arms over her chest and cast the other woman a look of disdain. Who fell asleep in the middle of the sidewalk anyway? Really, she was lucky it was her who’d come across her and not someone… else. This place was full of seedy characters, people who would have no problem taking advantage– not that Harley thought she couldn’t defend herself, she totally could but… she was taking a nap in the middle of the street after all. 

Her hostile tone set Harley on edge, more so than she was already. There were too many people from Gotham here in the city, too many for her liking. Having been here the longest, however, she thought she deserved a little more respect than what she was given. She moved to stand in front of her instead then gestured to herself, “Ya should be nice ta me,” She stated childishly. “I haven’t seen ya around, I’m guessin’ yer new. I might’a been willin’ ta help ya out but maybe I’ve changed my mind!” 

There wasn’t a single thing Barbara didn’t know about Harley, it was all laid out in the files in her database; a database that she no longer had access to, but she could still recite from memory. The perks of a photographic memory, not to mention the years of resentment for Quinn’s ex-boyfriend. Some wounds were simply too deep to mend. So yes, she might have been a little cold when greeting her.

“My, that’s awfully kind of you.” Barbara said sarcastically before crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t need help, much less from a criminal.” As if to make a point, she uncrossed her arms and wheeled herself down the sidewalk. There was no way of knowing where she was actually going, but away from this situation was good enough for now.

“But if you really insist on wanting to help, then help me make sure my dad is safe. Maybe then I’ll consider us on speaking terms.”

[gothamsoracle]

notbatboy‌:

To be completely honest, Damian disregarded the cell phone he was given most of the time. At first because he was sure the kidnappers who brought him to this island would be listening through the device for information about him. Then, it was because he was practically living with Jon, the only other person here he trusted. But with the arrival of Tim, Bruce, and now….Barbara, maybe it was time to finally answer calls on it? 

At first, he paid no mind to the ringing. But he gave it a glance, seeing the caller idea and his eyes widened. He almost thought his eyes deceived him so he took the phone and brought it closer to his face, confirming the fact this was someone he didn’t even have the contact of until now. When was the last time he even mentioned Gordon? How did she even show up on the phone when she hadn’t been there previously?

Damian picked up after letting it ring for a religious 24 seconds, putting the phone to his ear and quirking his brows, though Barbara wouldn’t be able to see that, she could probably detect the slight lacing of confusion in his normally emotionless voice. 

“Gordon?” 

The moment Barbara heard the young Robin’s voice, a breath she didn’t know she was holding escaped in a sigh of relief. She didn’t even care that he still insisted on addressing her by her last name.

“Damian! Thank god, you’re alright. Where are you? Have you gotten in touch with the rest of our mutual friends?” There was a sense of urgency to her voice. If there was even a chance that her location could be pinpointed, she wanted all hands on deck.

The redhead wheeled herself over to one of the public-use PCs in the library, pushing the desk chair aside to make room for her wheelchair. This was no quantum computer, but it would have to do for now. There had to be some clue as to where on Earth she was, though she wouldn’t rule out not being on Earth at all.

[petaltrail]

           SHE’S   been stacking one block of soap onto another, one by one, onto the pavement. A box of surgical gloves, a lighter, and some food coloring dye are close by. She’s surmising Crescent Rose currently, trying to decide if she wants to heat the weapon’s blade a bit first or just clean up all the mess later. Buuut it looks like someone’s been watching, so with a completely straight face, she offers a rather simple explanation:

               ❛   I’m makin’ a soap hand.   ❜

[gothamsoracle]

“...Uh, okay. You do that.” 

She’d spent all 25 of her years in Gotham --the city where strange and unexpected things happened daily-- and yet this was probably the weirdest thing she had ever seen.

[gothamsoracle]

“Hm...”

While romance was definitely not high on his list of priorities, it was hard not to feel just a bit lonely around this time of year.

“This month sucks.”

[gothamsoracle]

@survivcrbled​

It had been a few days since she started picking up shifts at the Spirale Library, a rather imposing building in Golden Ward filled with more books than Barbara had ever seen in one building before. While she was hesitant about the idea of continuing her existence here as if she weren't an inmate in an exceptionally large prison, she did still need to eat.

During each shift, she noticed the same girl sitting at the same table and wearing the same clothes. In fact, Barbara was under the impression she might have been sleeping in the library when it closed. Though that was just a guess. It wasn't an unusual sight to her; Gotham libraries saw their fair share of homeless people seeking shelter, but a girl this young shouldn't be living like this. The redhead wheeled herself out from behind the front desk to talk to the girl.

"Hi. Sorry, but are you alright? Are you in any kind of danger? Is there someone I could call for you?" Maybe she had gotten the wrong impression, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

[winedrunklovers]

sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments 

[vereisten]

@gothamsoracle​

It was indeed a rare occasion and a special circumstance to have her personal attendance requested via telephone conference…from a civilian, no less. A civilian whose report was submitted to the station with crucial intel. But what truly caught the bureau chief’s attention, was that despite all this information, the individual was willing to cooperate with police and requested their assistance.

The cases in question were part of an intricate string of untraceable cyber crimes, in regards to which the police had little to no information. Until now.

Whoever this person was, Winter was adamant on hearing out their story and how she could help them. A few short rings later, the call was connected.

❝  Hello, this is Bureau Chief Winter Schnee. I am calling you as per your request in the report which you submitted to our precinct. Could you please tell me more about this matter? ❞

[gothamsoracle]

Even when she was away from Gotham, Oracle’s work was never done. She had already learned quite a lot about this city of Spirale, such as the four distinct districts it was split into, the most influential people within them, and even managed to tap into everything with a camera and an internet connection. It was partly out of habit, mostly out of a need to know what this place really was and why she was here, but incredibly difficult to do with just a library computer.

Despite the obstacles, she felt more at ease with some semblance of control again.

Barbara picked up her cup of coffee and was about to take a sip when something on the monitor caught her eye: several cameras in a warehouse were on a 5 second loop. It was almost unnoticeable to an untrained eye, but Barbara was no untrained eye. Usually she’d have someone she could call to investigate, but as far as she knew there was no one to call. And by the time she wheeled there herself, it would be too late.

The redhead searched for the numbers of any trustworthy cops in the vicinity, then settled on one in particular named Winter Schnee. Her record was spotless.

The voice on the other end was formal and polite. It reminded her of Damian. “Nice to meet you, Bureau Chief Schnee. You can call me Oracle. I’m afraid we’re a bit short on time, so you’ll have to trust me: I have reason to believe a warehouse by the docks in Golden Ward is being robbed. I’m sending the address to your cellphone now.”

[gothamsoracle]

@notbatboy​

Damian Wayne.

Barbara looked thoughtfully at the name listed in the contact list of the cellphone. Her cellphone, it seemed for the moment. There were a few other familiar names listed, but she would look into those too in due time. The redhead looked around the library, making sure no one was paying attention to her before she hit the call button.

There was every chance that this was some kind of trap, but this bait simply couldn't be ignored. She had gotten out of her fair share of trouble in the past, she'd simply have to deal with whatever came next.

Barbara put the phone to her ear and was surprised to hear the call connect, though whoever was on the other end was slow to answer.

"Come on, pick up..."

[gothamsoracle]

okay i may or may not have forgotten i was going to post an rp ad tonight until now so HERE’S AN RP AD, uncapped! length will vary. please be gentle…

[gothamsoracle]

sorry, last bump before i get started on these. <3

[gothamsoracle]

okay i may or may not have forgotten i was going to post an rp ad tonight until now so HERE’S AN RP AD, uncapped! length will vary. please be gentle…