#burnsidebat

[bloodiedbat]

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     ❝Well, I didn’t expect to see BATGIRL in this place.❞ Despite the generally unemotive tone of voice, Batwoman’s lips curled upward to affirm her joy. It was more than just pleasant seeing another bat in the city, even if it provided more questions than answers.

[feelwhxle]

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When Olive had first entered the city, she’d assumed that the lack of a Bat Signal had meant no Batman. While she hadn’t actually seen Batman yet, she had seen someone dressed up as Robin and now there was a woman dressed up as Batgirl. Only... There’d never been a We Are Batgirl movement, had there? Which meant... She was actually Batgirl. Great. And right after Olive had started to think that she could be away from every Bat and the prying eyes of the Headmaster and professors. But no, she’d never get a break from them.

“What do you want? Watching me for Batman?” She hoped Batgirl said that Batman wasn’t here. She prayed that Batgirl would say that.

If the entire staff of Gotham Academy had been watching her so she didn’t end up like her mom, then it could have only been Batman’s orders. The other Bats probably knew about her too then or at least knew of her mother and would be able to recognize her. White hair, red eyes, and an obvious distaste for Gotham’s heroes wasn’t hard to match to her and her mom.

[respectingfear]

“I hate feeling this way, I don’t know how you handle it.”

“This life isn’t easy, Barbara. We can’t always save everyone, no matter how hard we try. It’s never too late to stop doing what we do. Nobody would blame you, especially not me. In fact, I would encourage it. You have a lot of your life ahead of you when you could be spending it like a normal girl your age... But it’s your choice. It’s not too late to find happiness. I’ll support your decision, regardless. You know I’m here for you.”

There had been times when he felt like he couldn’t go on. When Alfred had almost convinced him to hang up his cowl. But that was at the beginning. When he felt like he couldn’t possibly make a dent. When he’d been trying desperately to gain some kind of foothold. Back when he’d been wearing equipment that barely protected him and had little to no gear that helped him beyond his own martial arts training.

This life was hard, unforgiving, and hardly ever rewarding. One simply had to grit their teeth and bare it. If they couldn’t, they could stop at any time. Bruce would be the Batman until the day he died.

That much he was certain of.

[anotherdeadrobin]

“You help people. That’s who you are.”

MARVEL’S JESSICA JONES sentence meme

“...”

“I only do what I need to make up for past mistakes. It’s about redemption, Gordon, years of bloodshed and pain that I will never be able to distance myself from any more than I can detach the Al Ghul lineage from my own genotype.”

[maarcelline-citta]

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“What? You never seen a person make a bass guitar outta an ax before? This one isn’t even the best--my one at home I made is my pride and joy.”

[anotherdeadrobin]

To: Gordon, B From: The Blood Son

[txt] Gordon, despite the late hour, it is imperative that you present yourself at the enclosed location immediately.  [txt] It is an all night sushi buffet.

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[respectingfear]

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The moment he saw her, there was something deep within the pit of his stomach that made him want to ensure that she was fine. He knew that she could handle herself. He knew she was fully capable of taking care of herself. But anyone who carried the Bat symbol on their person... he thought of them as family. He couldn’t help but worry. Dick, Jason, Tim, Damien, Barbara, all of them and more.

“Batgirl.” He uttered her codename, not wanting to use real names in case there was anyone within earshot. Though, being at the top of a building, it was unlikely that anyone would be. “You weren’t here last time I was. It’s good to know I’ve at least got an ally or two that I can depend on. Have you been doing alright? Any particular threats I should know about?”

It was more a question of whether she was okay. Last he knew, Joker had taken quite a toll on her. On all of them. He stopped a fair distance away from her, cape draped around his front like a curtain, eyes focusing upon her. That same usual scowl settling upon his features. He was glad to see her... but the fact that she was trapped in this city did little to put him at ease.

[anotherdeadrobin]

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The event was not unlike those big charity events back home. Full of people in their best dress and idly moving along to some music or another while Damian resented his life choices until some big bad came along. He scanned the crowd, almost begging for someone to act out in someway, but none did. Still, a familiar shade of red brought on a plan. 

He silently slipped though people, until he found himself directly behind her. In a moment of childish glee, Damian hit the back of her knee. “Interesting choice of dress Gordon.” He faked a yawn. “Expecting any particular activity tonight?” Definitely not vigilante work.