#oracle week

[kurawastaken]

Oracle week day 4: Family

[boosterbuddy]

Oracle Week - Day Seven: Dinah (Theme of Your Choice)

I thought about the theme I should do on the last day and decided to take what could be called an easy way out but what for me is extremely important. Barbara’s relationship with Dinah is one of the most interesting and complex relationships in the whole DC Universe and they are one of my favourite ships. They are each other’s strength; also each other’s weakness. They are devoted to each other and they love each other. And I think it’s simply beautiful that these two deeply damaged women could find this in one another.

[theartofdreaming1]

Contribution for Oracle Week, Day 2: Badassery 💪🏼

[cabeswatercowboy]

Oracle Week, Day 3: Leadership

Oracle: @theprofessionalrookie

My submissions are a bit delayed, but I’m determined to get these posted this week. I also couldn’t decide which of these I liked better, so I did both, because that second picture is scary af and I love it.

[lenomcakes]

Just a 5 minute break

So apparently oracle week is a thing and I didn’t know about it! I just found out today so I did this for it. I’m actually very proud of the result!!!

[acciohedvig]

Attempted realism-ish colouring for this month's #oracleday (even though it’s actually #oracleweek but this took up a lot of time :/)

[hey-jaybird]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson Characters: Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Fluff, Oracle Week 2017 Series: Part 4 of Oracle Week 2017 Summary:

Barbara Gordon liked to think she was the type of woman who could handle anything. Throw something at her, no matter what, and she had it handled. Except for this. Five minutes ago, Dick Grayson had brought up something that she didn’t know how to handle.

[sassyminnesotan]

This is first piece of fanfic I have ever written. For once I wanted to contribute to fandom culture instead of merely being a consumer of it.

This is just a brief Barbara-centric one-shot based on a World War I AU that my sister @hello-tarpon and I have been trying to write for a while now. When we finally get more actually written we’ll post it on our fanfiction.net page.

In the meantime, happy Oracle Week everyone!

Barbara was startled out of her focus by a knock on the door. She had been pouring over her maps of the French-Belgium border, trying to decide her next plan of action.

“Come in,” she called.

Private Duncan opened the door and stood at attention.

“General Wayne requests your presence in his office, Major Gordon, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Duncan. I’ll be there momentarily.” Barbara pushed herself away from her desk and started wheeling toward the door. It had taken quite a bit of effort to get a functional wheelchair that she could propel herself and that didn’t need to be pushed by someone else. Luckily, she had good connections, and General Bruce Wayne had had the chair built to her specifications. After losing the use of her legs in a shelling, everyone had assumed she would retire back to England. Barbara, on the other hand, was determined not to let her paralysis keep her from her job.

Barbara had always had a knack for mechanics, especially in the emerging field of electronics. Bruce was familiar with her skill due to being old friends with her father, Chief Inspector Jim Gordon. When the Great War broke out, Bruce asked her to come to the front with him to be his personal radio operator. That role had swiftly evolved, and in little time she had become Bruce’s spymaster.

Coming upon Bruce’s open door, she knocked on the doorframe and entered. Bruce looked up from his desk and motioned for her to close the door behind her. He was one of the only people who knew about Barbara’s true role in intelligence gathering. Most thought she was just in charge of radio operations, doubling as General Wayne’s secretary. It was a fiction she was more than happy to encourage; the fewer people who knew the truth the better.

“Barbara. I need to know; what recent information do we have on German supply lines?”

“It’s not looking good for them. According to my operatives they’re running low on resources. Their civilian population is suffering the effects, and morale is low. Though looking at the broader picture, we’re not faring much better ourselves.”

Bruce sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I know. If this war doesn’t end soon, both sides are going to lose.”

“So let’s focus on ending it. Here, hand me that map.”

They spent the next few hours going over where the known German supply lines were, and their options for sabotaging or cutting them off.

Neither of them had been in favor of Britain joining the war in the first place, but that didn’t change the fact that it had come all the same. General Wayne was far too familiar with the tactics of his fellow generals and their disregard for the lives of the soldiers under their command. Bruce had joined the war effort to try and be a voice of reason, to try and keep casualties to a minimum. Barbara had joined him because she believed that he could. That, and she wanted this damn war to be over as soon as possible.

After coming up with the beginnings of a plan Barbara went back to her tiny office. She had a lot of work ahead of her to put this operation in motion. Calls to make, maps to chart, messages to send… people to endanger. God, she hated this war. Hated waiting on the sidelines while other people put their lives at risk for the sake of a petty squabble between nations. Her motivations had long since shifted from winning the war to ending it.  At this point, no one was going home the victor. Everyone had lost too much, herself included.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. Focusing on her losses wouldn’t help anybody. She could think about that later, after everyone she cared about was home and safe. For right now, she had a job to do.