It was a little known secret that if you went high enough you could see the stars in Gotham. Not many were able to stand atop the highest roofs, and those that did could only brag about it to a select few. But getting above all the doom and gloom was one of the best parts of the job.
Even better, though, was flying.
Barbara took a quick few steps before launching herself off the roof of the ACE skyscraper, free falling for a few seconds before letting her grappling hook catch her, swinging her through the air to the next building. The wind through her hair was enough to take away the stench of the industrial complexes all around, leaving her breathless in the best way. Nothing would ever beat this feeling of freedom to her… except maybe the high of seeing justice served. A siren sounded in the distance and Batgirl made her way toward it dutifully.
Except… she wasn’t Batgirl anymore, was she? And she hadn’t been for quite some time. The thought was enough to break the spell, and Babs sat up, propped on an elbow, to realize she was on the couch in the Clocktower. She’d lain down to get a quick cat nap while waiting for a report from her team and the siren was just her computer altering her to an incoming call.
She allowed herself a second to mourn the memory of her legs, but no more. There was a reason she had turned down the experimental surgery to give her back her legs. Barbara was happy with her life as is. No one could do what she did as Oracle, unlike Batgirl who had already been taken up by some wonderful girls.
The alarm started ringing again, and Babs pushed herself gracefully off the couch and into her chair to wheel toward it. “Alright, alright. Chill, I’m sorry for trying to catch some shut eye.” She ran a hand through her hair, shaking it out along with the last thoughts of her dream, before pulling on her headset. “Oracle. Whatcha need birdy?”
