๐ก๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ // a closed starter for @warsragingโ
ย ย There was a chill in the air that night, which when you live in a city like Gotham, is never a good sign. Barbara was perched on a rooftop, conveniently cloaked by darkness. There was no one in particular she was keeping an eye out for, it wasnโt a routine stakeout, there was no reason why she was out. Sometimes it was justย nice for her to have a birdโs eye view of the city. To see everything while incapable of being seen. It was a getaway for her when things got stressful, her safe place so to speak. But if anyone told Barbara that they knew she needed a safe place, sheโd probably punch them. She was too grown for that, too strong. Too hardcore. But there she sat, watching the cars speed through stop lights so fast that the only thing she could see were the red blurs from their tail lights that looked like a photo taken with the cameraโs shutter speed all the way down.ย
ย ย ย There was a chill in the air. Barbara couldnโt shake it, despite how immersed in her thoughts she was. No matter how many cars she witnessed speed through stop lights, or how obscenely loud the city had become at this time of night. It sent chills up her spine in the worst way. Something just wasnโt right.ย In the midst of her trying to decipher what felt wrong, she heard footsteps behind her. Okay, time to teach whoeverโs stupid enough to sneak up on Batgirl a lesson.ย Barbara thought to herself, standing up and turning around to see a familiar face -- well, two-thirds of a familiar face around the mask. Immediately her mind was put to ease and every tense muscle in her body relaxed. The figure in the shadows emerged and revealed itself to be a man in a black and blue suit with shaggy black hair. Nightwing.
ย ย ย โFancy meeting you here,โ she quipped, a smirk forming on her face.