laughing through my tears

go on fire away ╾ Barbra Gordon - Batgirl - 27 - Resident of Gotham City, lives in burnside.

[redheadedbatgirl]

     “That wasn’t a no,” he teased, putting his arm back down when she didn’t take it. “So you’re saying if we were the last two people on Earth then not even then?” His question had a tone of hurt to it that was unintentional. Walking beside her, he ran a hand through his raven locks, wondering why she had parked so far away. Sure she could defend herself but why bother when someone could attempt to mug her. It seemed like an awful lot of trouble. “Not every one that owes me money likes to pay up. Sometimes they like to send airheads after me. That was an airhead.”

Barbara rolled her eyes, “I mean if we were the last to people on earth, and it depended on us to repopulate the planet I’d think about it.” The redhead could admit she was attacked to Jack, not many women wouldn’t be. He was fit, and he knew it. Barbara walked in tandem with the dark-haired male, shivering slightly at the arm around her shoulder. She didn’t comment on the other shady business practices, there was no point, they both knew where the other stood on the issue. “I’ll tell you what though if your good I’ll let you buy me a drink,” she smiled.

[redheadedbatgirl]

Ecco shrugged. “It does,” she disagreed mildly. “It’s a crutch.” And crutches – of the mental variety, at least – were only used by the pathetic, by those who could not triumph over their demons. “What are you changing? Or fixing?” She shrugged lightly. “Nothing. Liquid courage? More like a liquid tantrum. Pointless and juvenile.” 

Barbara stared at the girl unimpressed, “wow you must be fun at parties,” she said, turning her attention back to her phone. Alcohol could be a crunch, however, it wasn’t for her. She supposed it could be if she let it, but Barbara had enough problems to contend with, an addiction would just be adding more fuel to the fire. “I don’t exactly remember asking for your opinion?”

[lyricsandmythoughts]

Don’t Kill My Vibe//Sigrid

[redheadedbatgirl]

     Nodding as he listened, his eyes narrowed upon learning that the commissioner had kept information about the Joker from Babs. It didn’t make sense to him. “What information?” He asked, curious if she would actually tell him. The redhead knew just how much he detested the clown.  “Maybe you should apologize,” Jay suggested, trying not to gag on the word. Apologizing hadn’t been an option for him in a long time but he had seen it work for other people. “Good,” he said, pulling one leg off the side of the building and folding it underneath himself. “I don’t have him.” The man told her, looking out over the city, not wanting to see her reaction. 

“That the joker’s out of Arkam, old information by today's standards but knew information when my dad decided to withhold the information from me,” she sighed. Barbara knew she’d probably have to be the one to make the first step, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still damn mad about it. “His excuses was that if he’d told me, I’d have tried to go after the joker, and he was right, but that was my choice to make not his.” She looked over at the younger boy biting her lip, she than looked towards the city skyline again, wanting to change the subject sensing that this wasn’t a topic Jason wished to speak about any further. “You should come by the manor tomorrow, Alfred said he was making his famous lasagne.”

[iknewitiknewyou]

Nancy Drew in every episode: E01 - The Pilot

[redheadedbatgirl]

He watched her as she fidgeted. Wondering if this was difficult for her. Normally they were fine after an argument, they could resume as if they never had the fight to begin with but he couldn’t force a smile right now. He may have forgiven her but he was tired and the stress of it all was starting to get to his head. Not because of their small fight but because Gotham was in ruins. People were dying of their injuries from the carnival because hospitals didn’t have enough staff. So many people needed his help and he couldn’t reach out and help them because his hands were already full. He opened his office door for her and gestured for her to come inside. “Of course,” He said letting her walk in before him and closing the door after himself. He looked over his daughter briefly, glad that the young woman seemed fine. “What do you want to talk about?” He asked, already knowing. 

Barbara was a tad frustrated as she walked into her father’s office, “you’re not going to even meet me halfway?” she asked, leaning against the furthest wall from his desk. The redhead honestly wished they weren’t both as stubborn as each other, or else it would have been easier for her just to man up and say what she wanted to say. “Fine,” she sighed crossing her arms tightly against her chest. “I want to put what happened a few weeks ago in the past,” she began, “I don’t know about you, but I admit I mishandled the situation, whenever things concerning the joker come up I tend to get a little irrational especially with Bruce being gone.” At least when she used to fight with her father she’d find solace in the bat, Bruce would never humour her, but he’d never push her to apologise - he always surprisingly knew what to say.  

[redheadedbatgirl]

“Really? How would you classify it then Babs? Because whatever it is, it’s not healthy.” Zee retorted crossing her arms. “Yes, Yes i do.” Zatanna sighed referring to their teenage years, when she had first joined the team. She loved him. Hell. he was her first. she new exactly the feeling. the resentment that began to bubble. “I got to watch him date you, Kory, Wally, and everyone else who’s fallen for his charms. And now I get to pretend that I am not petrified that at some point I won’t be enough. It’s the collateral damage of being in love with Dick Grayson. But at some point you’ve got to move on.You knew who Dick is, the same way I do. If you let that break up your relationship that is on you and him. Not the Titans. Not Young Justice. Not anyone else.” Zatanna understood where the girl was coming from. She felt for her. But she also knew that coddling wasn’t something that got through to the other. He voice was firm and serious, but she kept it even and calm.  “As far as the trauma with Joker. I’m am genuinelysorry that happened to you, that things keep happening to you. And I wish they had’nt. But they did and you need to work thorough it. ‘A moment’ will turn into multiple. The next thing you know it’s a habit. And then it’s a part of who you are. I may not know your situation specifically but I do know a lot about PTSD and you need to see someone. ”

Barbara surprised the urge to roll her eyes, she was just a kid when she fell in love with Dick, they were each other’s first - so no, she didn’t know what he was like. Yeah, he’d always been a flirt, but she couldn’t have possibly known she’d be in this situation as now. In reality, the last thing the redhead wanted to do was sit here while Zatanna lectured her as if Barbara wasn’t aware that they all had insecurities. It didn’t mean what she was feeling hurt any less, just because she was aware she didn’t live in a vacuum. Her situation and Zatann’s were wildly different, but she didn’t bother correcting the brunette because that would mean wasting more time on this conversation and she was already over it. Barbara sighed, “actually I didn’t, because Dick and I were together at a completely different time in our lives, we were different people” at least the first time. 

“Frankly it’s good you're going into it with eyes wide open, hopefully, that means it’ll last, and I do actually mean that,” she said, not wanting it to come off as sarcastic. Barbara shrugged, “being the first makes it different, and I’m not talking about it in a braggy oh ‘I’m so lucky’ sort of way, it sucks.” Barbara scratched her head, she definitely wasn’t going to go into the Joker stuff, she was too sober for that shit. “You know Zatanna, it’s not because your not right. It’s just that sometimes you have a moment, and yeah it can show a really bad side to you. But all you can do is own up to your mistakes, throw your hands in the air and say ‘I fucked up.’ Because I’ve talked to ‘people’ ie doctors and etc. but the truth this sorta trauma it’s not something that’s fixable. So yeah, I did a shitty thing, and I’m sorry. But now I’m gonna go home and have a glass wine and remind myself that human and I make mistakes and that’s okay and if that’s not good for you then, that’s a you problem. Must be nice never making mistakes.”

[drewcrewdaily]

Nancy’s Hair Appreciation Post

[redheadedbatgirl]

     “I sure hope it does as long as you’re there to save me.” He replied playfully, knowing that she was too good of a person to let him get hurt badly if things came to that. “Pity?” He repeated curiously. “You know you’d miss me if I was gone.” Buttoning his shirt back up, he noticed her gaze and felt triumphant. It was small but it was something. “That doesn’t seem to be true.” 

“Absolutely not,” she said, pretending to put her nose down to him. Barbara ran her fingers through her thick locks. “So,” she said dragging out the word. “You going to attempt to be a gentleman and walk me to my car or what?” she said expectantly. In reality, the redhead didn’t need anyone to accompany her, she was more than capable of handling herself - but hey it was nice to be treated like a lady every once and in a while and god only knows the lack of good men in this city meant she was running out of options.

[redheadedbatgirl]

Tim wasn’t sure why he had ended up at Barbara’s appartement; but the young male had started to walk, and half an hour later he found himself close to her place. So after a little bit, he stood infront of her door and rang the bell. ––– just for a moment, he hoped she wasn’t home, because he would not have to reply to why he was there. However when he saw the smile on her face, when she opened the door; Tim could not help but smile wide back at her. “Hey!” he greeted her as he stepped in. “Are you going out?” he asked, worried he interrupted her in something. “I can come back another time” he assured her. 

Barbara shook her head, “no it’s fine,” she said, putting her keys back down on the kitchen counter. Clearly, something was up, Tim wasn’t the type to randomly turn up out of the blue, it wasn’t the younger man’s style. “Do you want something to drink?” she offered, hoping that Tim would open up if she gave him the space to do so. Barbara got it, it was hard to open up to other people if those you knew cared about you. Being vulnerable meant letting someone see all the parts of yourself you so desperately try to keep hidden and that was always scary. “I have water, soda, juice?”

[redheadedbatgirl]

     “Who said I was on the wrong side of that knife? It seems like I was on the right side from where I’m at right now. The most beautiful redhead in Gotham came to save me.” Jack smirked, a chuckle quickly following. He loved how fiery the woman got around him. She always got worked up when he flirted with him which only caused him to do it more. It was a fun cycle. “I think I’ll live but if you wanted to see me shirtless all you had to do was ask.” He replied, beginning to unbutton the shirt. 

Barbara shook her head at his arrogance, “one of these days that mouth of yours is going to get you into serious trouble.” She stepped forward to assess the damage. It looked as though it was a superficial wound, of which she’s sure the man had seen and experienced far worse. “Pity, looks like your going to live,” she joked, adjusting the strap of her bag. “You can put your shirt back on now,” she said, attempting not to stare, she was human after all, “I assure you no one wants to see that.”

[redheadedbatgirl]

   Hearing a familiar voice, Jack looked up, eyes meeting Barbara’s. A smile tugged at his lips, the ghost of it playing at his features. “Hello, beautiful.” At the mention of the commissioner, the attacker ran off, leaving the two alone in the alleyway. “What brings you to this side of town?” He joked, placing a hand over his wound and putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding. 

The redhead rolled her eyes at Jack’s flirtatious, “why does it seem like every time we cross paths, you're on the wrong end of a knife, or a bat,” she said shaking her head. Jack was definitely one of those men, parents always worried about. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said jokily. Barbara eyed the wound, biting her lip. “Do you need me to check that?” No matter what she couldn’t stop being a good person, even the individual on the receiving end was a dick. 

[redheadedbatgirl]

     “Here I am again,” he smirked to himself. “at the edge of a knife. I love it.” Jack sighed happily. He could feel the cold blade, ripping into the fabric of his shirt. The edge pushing into his flesh, creating a small cut that bled through his white dress shirt. “The only downside is ruining a perfectly pressed shirt.” Gesturing to the spot it had created, his smirk turning into a small frown. “It’s disappointing.”  

{@fallengothamstarters​}

Barbara was walking home, after spending the last couple of hours benched over her laptop at a cafe doing research, trying to connect the dots. She was going to find out what happened to Bruce, even if it killed her. As she walked down the dark street, the lamp posts illumining her path when she heard voices from the ally way. Feeling compelled to see what was going on, she took a left, wishing she hadn’t. “What the hell is going on here?” she asked, eyeing the familiar face on the wrong end of a knife’s blade, she frowned. “I’d hate to get the commissioner involved.”

[redheadedbatgirl]

→ @atredrobin​

Barbara was on her way out, she didn’t have anyone to meet (and to be honest she hadn’t be feeling very social lately.) She was in the middle of putting on her shoes when the doorbell rang. Groaning, she bad her way to the door: she hadn’t invited anyone over, so she had no idea who it could be. She’d given up the hope that her dad was going to be the bigger person and make the first move. She was just going to have to pluck up the courge and go visit the older man. Barbara smiled as she yanked the door open, “Tim,” she said cheerily, well that was a nice surprise. “What’s up,” she asked, moving out of the way to allow the younger man to enter. Notcing her untied shoes she bent down to tie them. “Everything okay?”

[redheadedbatgirl]

Ecco looked up from the book she was reading, her pale eyes taking in the younger woman. “Drinking won’t make a difference,” she pointed out, well aware that the other would probably have some sarcastic, negative response. Sarcasm and negativity were both attributes present aplenty in this city. But she didn’t drink and frankly she didn’t understand the point. “It’s a waste of time and energy.” 

Barbara shrugged. “A little liquid courage never hurt,” she said taking another of her coffee - she wouldn’t say she drank often, but every once in a while, never hurt anyone. The redhead enjoyed that sweet spot between sober and drunk when she was just tipsy enough to shed all her worries and just let go. “I’m not one to advocate drinking but...” she said trailing off.

[majorsamcarters]

— heroes are only heroes until it takes its toll // p.s. [inspo]

[redheadedbatgirl]

It felt a bit more lonely now than ever. It had been two weeks since his fight with his daughter and she hadn’t come back for a visit since. Normally he’d see her 3 or 4 times a week. Coming by to visit or to help. It was a bit of a shock when he walked out of his office and saw her there. Seeing her on the bench, he had to wonder for a second if his daughter had been arrested for something. Surely someone would have told him if that was the case. “You know those benches are normally for people who’ve committed a crime… You’re not in trouble, are you?” He asked, almost teasingly. He hoped that he could mend things with her. Barbara had been somewhat disrespectful to him during their agreement and he knew he should be asking for an apology… but she was his kid and he forgave her the moment after she left. Well- maybe it was more after he had a few smokes and a drink, but that was besides the point. “Hi. What are you doing here?” 

“God no,” Barbara said shaking her head. Nervously, she tucked a stay strand of hair behind her ear. Her father was acting cold towards her, she wasn’t surprised by his actions. Listen, Barbara could admit (to herself) that she had acted unfairly, but it wasn’t as if her father hadn’t played his part in their fight. It looked like Barbara was going to have attempted to be the bigger person, it wouldn’t be the first time. “I wanted to have a talk if you're free?” she explained. She was tired, ever since the carnival, she’d had trouble sleeping ever since and she knew a part of that was the strained relationship she’d recently developed with her father. “Maybe we could go into your office, have a bit of privacy?” she suggested, not wanting to have this conversation in front of his work colleagues.