MASK. SHIELD. PERSONA.

[imoracle]

                  𝙷𝚎𝚕·𝚕𝚘.                                                       𝙸 𝙰𝙼                                                       𝙾·𝚁𝙰·𝙲𝙻𝙴.                                                     𝙸𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢·𝚘𝚗𝚎                                                       𝚙𝚛𝚎·𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝?

────i'm oracle. i help people. people who have no one. people in need. and that's good enough.

barbara gordon / oracle | ex. mega low activity | excl. | coded by k | she / her | mixed comic canon ; not rebirth friendly.

MASK. SHIELD. PERSONA.

[imoracle]

i haven't been here in years ... please excuse me while grandma relearns everything

[zipkick]

ㅤㅤ ‘‘ i didn't say you were wrong . . .  it was implied . ’’ tim grins to more to himself than barbara , ignoring her glowering in favor of carefully smooth out the crinkled paper on his knee . magistrate's creased ad stares up at him , looking about as good and safe as any pharmaceutical company in gotham right now . reviews call the staff helpful , compassionate , and friendly . their office , the one currently running out of founder island's more recent addition , is clean and accessible with convenient hours and good pay . nary a complaint or hair out of place . everything checks out on paper . yet something still lurches inside of him , tugs at him like a warning .

ㅤㅤ ‘‘ let's say you're right , and this company is as good and honest as everyone says . what startup would blow over four million dollars on a headquarters in gotham of all places ? why not invest in metropolis or keystone ? ’’

[imoracle]

               “ you know that's like saying ‘ no offense ’ before proceeding to offend someone, right? ” she comes back with, eyebrows crawling up toward her hairline. her free hand runs through her hair, pushing it out of her eyes. a few errant strands fall loose regardless, the ends tickling along her brow with the same creeping sensation that follows the longer they peer into the shadows to await what blinks back.

               saying this is going to be a long night is an understatement, and barbara tends to avoid those if she can help it. [ what use is there in stating the obvious? a waste of breath, a waste of time. ] she steeples her fingers, resting her chin on them as her gaze roves over the faint glow of one screen, backlit by another and another. “ it’s more than questionable, i know that────but consider this: how much has bruce sunk into the city? eventually people here become so desensitized ; magistrate’s just another would be knight in shining armor. ” a glance away from their latest pr memo [ a shifting landscape + how YOU make a difference! ] brings her back to their website: nothing remarkable, nothing that would give an average person pause amidst mindless scrolling. it’s pretty window dressings and prettier words against the bleak landscape that make up the island.

               there's always someone new come to save the day, to come stand before the wasteland they see gotham as, arms outspread in joy and promise, to conquer and save with teeth that glimmer and eyes that are too bright. some last a week, some are lucky and last a month before their names are forgotten. “ are you telling me you wouldn’t have questioned them cropping up in metropolis? i can dig, but i make no promises of what i do or don’t find. ”

[zipkick]

ㅤㅤ ‘‘ that’s the worst prophecy i’ve ever heard , @imoracle . ’’

[imoracle]

“ ────nag, nag, nag. stop asking me questions you don't actually want the answer to then. ” a pause, just long enough to shoot him a quick glare, just long enough for him to feel it. let it prickle and leave him wondering if she's truly annoyed. [ always better to keep him on his toes. ] “ just because you don’t like when i’m right doesn’t mean i’m wrong. ”

[imoracle]

is this anything.