tragicies ( thirteen & barbara gordon )
she hits one final button & — nothing happens . her brows draw together for a moment before she hits the side of the contraption with the heel of her hand . it begins to whirl then print something out on receipt - like paper which causes her to grin again . she looks over to her current assistant . ❝ no ! shouldn’t . would be bad if it did but i made it & most things i make don’t blow up . not on purpose anyhow . not much of a blowing up fan . ❞ she rips off the receipt & inspects it for a moment before striding up to the other to take back the bit of machinery . ❝ just trying to learn what i can about the place while i’m still here . ❞ she holds up the machine . ❝ made this to help ! it’s detecting certain anomalies in the area . ❞
“finally a difference – and here i was just starting to think we had too much in common.” barbara commented in amusement. “i’ve been known to make a thing or two blow up, though. but intentionally... most of the time.” that aside, it was almost hilarious to her how familiar this was playing out – how many times had she been trying to fidget with some custom made gadget in an attempt to further her understanding of something? her head tilted curiously at the device and back to the other, suddenly perking up as she’d elaborated. “while you’re still here? plan on going anywhere?” it made her pause, realizing she was yet to hear of anyone leaving here, “has it picked up anything interesting?”










