#fthtrtle

[metropolois]

miss lois can u come get mr. grayson please hes bothering me

𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊. her fingers snap at him like he was a kid. so much for their years of built character ... dick knew not to bother women. ( though, she couldn't think of anybody who could have taught him that ... he had to have soaked it in from clark. maybe. ) him being a full - grown adult was not a good enough excuse to stop her from publicly tearing him a new one.

" hey ! " a roaring bark that would cut through any room, directed at ( @bludbird ). " apologize, now. you were raised better than that. "

[timeacross]

can we ship april and raph

calling you out for inc*st shipping idiot 

[puckfreak]

arnold

don't invoke that name here it's like saying macdonald on stage.

[ioracle-arc1]

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙼𝙰𝙽 (𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸) 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚁𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 // 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 @fthtrtle ❛ you and i both know i’m looking at the real you right now. ❜

the real her. she almost laughs, but it catches in her throat and leaves in a shaky breath. the real her? she's been so many people. batgirl. oracle. the commissioner's daughter. barbara gordon. too many identities fighting to exist. none ever really winning. barbara looks to april, expecting her to be looking at the woman on the screen. her legs extended, a smile wide on her lips, red hair blowing behind her as she flies across the city skyline. instead their gazes meet. april's looking at the woman sat before the screen, whose hands twist together in her lap, whose vulnerability has been laid bare.

head nods, teeth tugging on the inside of her cheek. ❝ i guess you are. ❞ for now. until the next thing, until she has to become someone else. a hero, a secret, a schemer. oracle manipulates to get what she needs. she holds back, she never tells the full story. april stands as only a few who know the whole truth. a club whose members she can count on one hand. batman and robin, black canary, nightwing, huntress, and now nobody. to the rest she's a warped voice at the end of a line. a green mask on a screen. she likes it that way. somehow existing, but somehow not. a myth. a legend. smoke and mirrors. ❝ are you going to stay? ❞

[ioracle-arc1]

there’s a bouquet of fresh flowers in water on her terminal desk,  next to a box of assorted chocolates with the plastiwrap picked open at one corner.  (  none of them could decide which flavor babs might like best,  and it’d taken a second too long to wrangle from volunteer taste tester mikey  ).  amidst the blooms,  a folded notecard that reads  “  happy birthday,  b!  love,  a and the boys.  ”  how did they get this in without tripping any alerts?  a ninja never reveals their secrets.

the discovery brings a soft smile to barbara's lips. the pad of her fingers running over the flower petals, a deep inhale taking in their aroma. a gorgeous mix of colours with sprigs of green, which act as a fond reminder of her friends below. a rush of gratitude warms her heart. how lucky she is to have friends like april and the turtles. how sneaky they are.

[SMS] → april o'neil ; one day i'll figure out how you guys keep sneaking in here. [SMS] → april o'neil ; thank you. i miss you guys.

[ioracle-arc1]

HEAVY on fellow darcy girlie.

𝙸𝙽𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁𝚈 // 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂'𝒔 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆? 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙰 . . . 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁: 𝒚𝒆𝒔 !

oh they are so starting the mr darcy fanclub .. they're having a p&p pyjama party

[ioracle-arc1]

was it programmed to stop before it took my head off?

it's a soft laugh that is pulled from cracked lips. one that brings a crinkle to the corner of barbara's eye and that causes her head to tilt back ever so slightly. from the small cooler beside her chair she grabs two water bottles, small drops of condensation slashing against the floor as she does so. one she hands over to @fthtrtle, she unscrews the lid of the other to take a gulp of a liquid. ❝ of course. i don't intend to go down for manslaughter any time soon. ❞

the training room is quiet for now. equipment litters the floor. modified machines, weapons of every sort, and practice dummies in various states of disrepair. it's a place she hasn't shared with anyone since the last batgirl. a place she built not only to keep up her own fitness, but to help others too. housed at the very back of the room is a program of her own design. a virtual reality, of sorts, designed to replicate the fighting style of their most fiercest of enemies. ❝ you did good. no one's gotten that far in the program in a long time. ❞ barbara sees something special in april. she's impressive. keeping barbara on her toes, something not many people can do. she takes another swig of her water, before replacing the cap. ❝ have you given my offer any more thought? ❞

[shelliotrope]

@fthtrtle

this is like the 3rd time this year.

" yea. it's been doing that a lot lately. i took a tech support gig with my friend margo. it is not great. "