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IDK BUT OG ENGLISH BARBARA HAD A CUTE RASPY VOICE THAT MADE HER DISTINCT FROM EVERYONE ELSE
AND NOW SHE JUST SOUNDS LIKE A CLICHE ‘cutesy uwu anime girl’ AND I’M PISSED
Wait why tho?
Y’all I didn’t even notice lmao but that’s sad, if I remember her original voice, I really liked it o:
I don’t use her much anymore since I have Qiqi now but I’m kinda sad lol
I don't think I'll draw anything of this anytime soon, so I'll say it in a text post.
Edward Nashton and Barbara Gordon were GCPD friends in my Mysticverse, best friends so you say.
I've been thinking about them a lot recently.
I'm at the part where Hill kidnaps Meg or whatever and eew wtf dude. But also they really did go hard with movies In the 80s
I know it’s so cringy
She opened the door to find an odd man on her step. He seemed somehow harassed and very distracted.
It would take slightly more than that to rate as a remarkable sight in the scale of her experience. She glanced over him. Quite tall, very slender, he had an absolute abundance of curly grey hair and sharp, grey-blue eyes which widened enormously when he caught sight of her.
She tilted her head curiously. “Yes?”
“Barbara?” he said, more than a little cautiously, his eyebrows rising precipitously and then crashing down into a profound frown of concentration. “Or, should I say- I should- it’s Mrs Chesterfield now, is it?”
Barbara clutched the door where she’d been holding it open, her legs suddenly a trifle unsteady beneath her weight. “Doctor?”
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“Scottish? Really?” she noted by way of gentle question as she handed him his tea and took up a chair across from the sofa where he’d deposited himself in an awkward sprawl of shockingly long limbs.
He blew a short puff of air between his lips, utterly dismissive. “Certainly. Why not?”
Barbara smiled into her cup, her grandmother’s china wide enough to mask all but the most wolfish socially inappropriate grin. “I wouldn’t have thought it of you, Doctor. That’s all.”
He fluttered his spidery fingers at her. “I’ve had it before. Always enjoyed it. Some very amusing vowels.”
An acute fondness for him threatened her with nostalgic tears and she dropped her eyes away from his. There were things about him almost the same, she thought wistfully, almost just the same. His hands were longer, narrower- just like the rest of him- but the fine bones, the flustered gestures, the elegance: these were deeply familiar. The way he pursed his lips, the way he held his saucer with an air of carelessness and yet delicate propriety.
He was wearing tartan trousers and a good coat, she’d noticed- very familiar- but the effect was rendered completely wrong by the black hoodie and thin black jumper underneath. Count upon the Doctor to dress both up and down at the same time. He’d always been singularly contrary.
“I have missed you,” she said.
check out that stunning smile. truly a good look for picture day.