[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Just a quick note that this blog has MOVED and this original blog switched to archive.

I invite you to follow me at the new blog, using the original URL you know so well from here. (Just click on the picture below to join me at my new URL).

[virtualbatgirl]

Like Yvonne Craig, Carrie Fisher was one of the trailblazers for generations of girls and women.

I never did manage to meet her, and I’d felt such joy that she was saved after the heart attack on the plane the other day. Learning of her loss hit me hard. She was my hero, and the hero of millions of others not because she played a badass Princess, but because of the example she set.

If I have one regret in this life, it is that I didn’t thank her in person for all she gave me. I never knew her, and yet she gave me so much. Such a peerless example of so many things, and when my own life went to hell, I looked to her as a much needed example of how to get through. With grace, a little humor, and always a lot of wit.

I will say here what I never had the chance to say to her in life.

Thank you for being my hero.

My condolences to her surviving family and all who mourn the loss of this remarkable woman.

[misfittotherescue]

Hello, everyone. It’s with a heavy heart that I have to announce that we have lost one of our RP family members to suicide. 

A lot of you may know @drscarecrowcrane, Blair, an incredible writer and friend. We lost him in September, unfortunately. For me, it’s been very hard to cope with his passing. He and I used to talk regularly on skype, but for some reason our frequent conversing slowly started to lessen. I regret not talking to him more. He was such a wonderful person and he will definitely be missed. 

I was thinking last night about how difficult it is for me to find closure. It’s not like I can travel up to Australia on the spot. 

So, I got to talking with @where-the-sibyl-dwells, and we both agree that it would be a nice idea  to pay tribute to him and his character by giving him an epic send off.

By send off, I mean an RP funeral of sorts - but it may help some of us to find peace, and I think it would be a nice thing to do to honor his memory. 

rested, send an ask/message to @misfittotherescue​

Heroes/anti-heroes/villains/etc welcome. Let’s team up to give this wonderful (and much missed) guy an epic send off.

There will also be threads following this one involving my OC, @phoebecrane, the daughter Blair and I made up for Crane. 

I don’t have all the details worked out, but keep an eye on the tag #Peace and Panic: Farewell Doctor Crane for more information

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Changing Gears

Hey guys.

Since my last attempt to get things going again sort of fell flat (I had no replies due for days and sort of lost interest) I’m going to try to start again fresh.

To this end, virtualbatgirl will be retired as a blog.

I have created a new blog here.

If you’d like to continue what we’ve started over there, shoot me a line at the new blog.

I don’t want to presume that anyone wants to keep things going. In fact, it may make things easier to continue with over there.

Maybe a fresh blog will help get things going once again - especially now that my life, otherwise, has settled down.

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Changing Gears

Hey guys.

Since my last attempt to get things going again sort of fell flat (I had no replies due for days and sort of lost interest) I’m going to try to start again fresh.

To this end, virtualbatgirl will be retired as a blog.

I have created a new blog here.

If you’d like to continue what we’ve started over there, shoot me a line at the new blog.

I don’t want to presume that anyone wants to keep things going. In fact, it may make things easier to continue with over there.

Maybe a fresh blog will help get things going once again - especially now that my life, otherwise, has settled down.

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Changing Gears

Hey guys.

Since my last attempt to get things going again sort of fell flat (I had no replies due for days and sort of lost interest) I’m going to try to start again fresh.

To this end, virtualbatgirl will be retired as a blog.

I have created a new blog here.

If you’d like to continue what we’ve started over there, shoot me a line at the new blog.

I don’t want to presume that anyone wants to keep things going. In fact, it may make things easier to continue with over there.

Maybe a fresh blog will help get things going once again - especially now that my life, otherwise, has settled down.

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Changing Gears

Hey guys.

Since my last attempt to get things going again sort of fell flat (I had no replies due for days and sort of lost interest) I’m going to try to start again fresh.

To this end, virtualbatgirl will be retired as a blog.

I have created a new blog here.

If you’d like to continue what we’ve started over there, shoot me a line at the new blog.

I don’t want to presume that anyone wants to keep things going. In fact, it may make things easier to continue with over there.

Maybe a fresh blog will help get things going once again - especially now that my life, otherwise, has settled down.

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Changing Gears

Hey guys.

Since my last attempt to get things going again sort of fell flat (I had no replies due for days and sort of lost interest) I’m going to try to start again fresh.

To this end, virtualbatgirl will be retired as a blog.

I have created a new blog here.

If you’d like to continue what we’ve started over there, shoot me a line at the new blog.

I don’t want to presume that anyone wants to keep things going. In fact, it may make things easier to continue with over there.

Maybe a fresh blog will help get things going once again - especially now that my life, otherwise, has settled down.

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Changing Gears

Hey guys.

Since my last attempt to get things going again sort of fell flat (I had no replies due for days and sort of lost interest) I’m going to try to start again fresh.

To this end, virtualbatgirl will be retired as a blog.

I have created a new blog here.

If you’d like to continue what we’ve started over there, shoot me a line at the new blog.

I don’t want to presume that anyone wants to keep things going. In fact, it may make things easier to continue with over there.

Maybe a fresh blog will help get things going once again - especially now that my life, otherwise, has settled down.

[did-you-know]

Please do not commit Word Crimes on this sacred day. Grammar police are everywhere.

But so are real police, so…

BTW- the only two words in the English language that end in -gry are hungry and angry. Do you think that’s why we can get so… HANGRY??

Source

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

Though Barbara’s glare was venomous, not even her resolve could keep the flush from her cheeks.

“I did not. I was looking for injuries. There’s a gash in the back of your pants from that katana,” she insisted, embarrassed to her core to have been caught. “I was concerned that you’d been nicked by the blade.”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Gentle, fleeting kisses were placed against Jason’s angular jaw. They trailed back from his chin nearly to his ear when she spoke again. 

“But you always tease. You always flirt. How do I know that you’re serious?” she asked huskily.

[leatherxlead-blog]

He pulled away. “Flirting with you and fucking random people aren’t remotely the same. So you can trust me, or I can go home and lick my wounds with scotch and my copy of American Werewolf in London”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Contrition flashed in her eyes, giving them a misty quality not unlike one holding back tears. “Jason, please don’t go.” She hadn’t even planned to say the words.

Reaching for him, she added, “I could fall for you, and... I’m afraid. What that means. I find you attractive and sometimes... sometimes I think you might be the only person that understands - that could understand - why I go out of bounds so often.”

Sighing, she ran her hand through her hair. “It would be too easy to fall in love with you, and I’m terrified of falling again only to lose you.”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Barbara shrugged, smiling up at her on-and-off “special friend”. His interest in her refrigerator suggested the intention to spend the night. That hinted a possibility that they might be headed closer to back “on”.

“Don’t worry,” she assured him. “It’s on my list. I just wanted to make my detour past here. Those idiots from the LoBoyz have been dealing dope in the alley again.”

[officerwingxdings-archived-deac]

“Dope would classify as what, exactly?” Last he caught any young’ns scoring drugs, and money for them, it was vertigo. Before that, it was the typical stuff, heroin, at one time, even Cuban cigars. That. Goddamned. Desperate. They obviously were.

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

“Crystal meth,” she informed him. “There’s a former grow-house on Sequoia Street I think they’re using as a lab. Red Robin’s been working those cases and has four known labs taken down.”

Meth-heads were getting a little too active with purse snatchings and other, more violent crimes. Over the counter drugs were vanishing from pharmacies across the area, and the body count was rising. The drug was being cut with Fentanyl. More addicts were dying, but it didn’t kill the demand. Demand was still on the rise.

Taking out a meth lab had to be done carefully, which is why there were still known labs that hadn’t been shut down. Dangerous and often highly flammable chemicals were used, there were fumes involved, and nobody used a consistent recipe. For this big operation, they needed to trace the financier to deal with this supply line.

“And three bodies in a three block radius the last week alone. All overdoses. Another four ODs on college campuses across the city. They’re still ramping up the operation and nobody who’s been taken into custody is talking.”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

“Hot damn.”

She grinned under his appraisal. Two words, and on their own there wasn’t much communicated. The appreciation in his voice said far more than the utterance itself.

“I wasn’t sure about the neckline,” she commented, both flushing and straightening to show off her figure in the clingy dress. “It’s definitely not like my big, fuzzy sweaters.”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

When Barbara gazed up at him, she forgot herself for a moment. Every argument, every pain-riddled moment they’d known fell away only to be replaced by marvel at his undeniable beauty. Beautiful was an unusual phrase to apply to a man and yet it fit Dick Grayson so well. She’d never thought herself beautiful. Functional and capable were the words she usually used when considering herself.

Oh, she thought she was beautiful once, back before she realized that she had beauty then.

Her hand raised Dick’s to her lips. It was the only token of appreciation she could offer him tonight. All eyes, she was sure, would be on him. He was the Wayne heir, after all. She only hoped that Damian and Stephanie didn’t cause a scene at the benefit.

“I’m glad you talked me into this,” she admitted. “And I think I’m going to enjoy this party. But I’m concerned about you. Can you tolerate three hours, or more, under the predatory gaze of every socialite in town?”

[legacyofthecowl]

“I think I can handle it.  It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last.  It, uh… will be the first where Bruce wasn’t here putting on his billionaire playboy face.”  It’s that reminder that faded the smile from his lips even if only a moment.  His family was all there, but the man himself was… gone.

“I guess that’s one more thing I need to keep up in his stead.”  Once more his smile returned, exaggerated as Dick puffed out his chest.  It’s a look he can only manage for two beats before it proves too much and he let’s out a soft laughter.  “Okay, I think that’s enough.  Shall we?”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

She was secretly glad that Damian was spending the evening with Alfred. There he couldn’t get into trouble, and Barbara wasn’t sure what to make of the miniature ladies’ man. In her estimation he was little more than obnoxious. He did, however, have a knack for needling Stephanie which always made for an amusing show.

Allowing Dick to lead her to the car, she slid into the seat. “Don’t worry,” she assured him, her tone light. “I’m more than a match for any ten of those socialites. I’ll protect you from those selfish, spoiled creatures!”

Barbara flashed her date a wicked grin.

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them

Rain was the enemy, and when the cloud burst, it came down in torrents which painted her hair to her forehead. Barbara’s chair squeaked in protest at the unsatisfactory effect of heavy rivulets that turned lubricant to sludge. They were on the run, and while Judoon warriors made chase, she thought she heard something of an oxygen scoop and hope that it wouldn’t be used.

As the initial burst subsided, she took a moment to look behind her for The Doctor and their pursuers. He’d stayed behind a half stride, using his sonic screwdriver in some way to hold off the encroaching group of thugs. They claimed to be overseers of galactic justice. She’d told them where to go and what to do with themselves. Having come for her, they’d been disinclined to do as she directed them.

The Doctor had seen better days. His suit was rumpled, clinging to his body with the ankle cuffs caked in crud taken off Gotham’s streets. She didn’t stop long enough to say anything. They had to get off the streets. Down through an elevator, through a hallway and into another elevator they went at full speed. A full twenty levels below the street, well below the subway, she felt safe enough to speak at last.

“What the hell are those things doing coming for me?” Barbara demanded.

After taking stock of their situation, she noted that The Doctor’s shoes made loud, squishing noises. He was soaked bone-deep.

“Let’s get you to my stronghold. You’re shorter than Nightwing, but I think I have one of my Dad’s old overcoats there. Do Time Lords even catch cold?”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

She wondered, but there was nothing that came to mind. Some new hard drives had been added to her mass storage array. There was certainly nothing new that was particularly cutting edge. Her new server was not even ready to ship yet. That was a top of the line system but still nothing she thought would attract the attention of some alien race.

“No, nothing special,” she said, wondering if she should call Hal Jordan for his opinion.

As far as she’d known an hour ago, the Green Lanterns were effectively the police force for the cosmos. These odd looking things certainly weren’t wearing power rings.

She couldn’t suppress her chuckle. Gotham was in an odd zone. Every bit of crap weather seemed to descend upon the city, and this year was particularly harsh.

“There are times I wonder if we’re in some kind of weather vortex, but there’s nothing to substantiate that theory. Gotham’s just a tough little town. The weather is the least part of that reputation.”

[thedoctornumber11]

“It may have been nothing,” the Doctor told her, “There’s so many groups that call themselves galactic authorities that it’s hard to tell which ones are real and which ones are faking these days.  I doubt the Jadoon actually have authority over this area, but they might have been chasing someone from another area and thought you were them.”

The Doctor followed her as she lead the way.  “I’m not sure how they could have made such a mistake.”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

“I have to wonder. And I hate to do this, but the Calculator is in the wind.” The man had demonstrated more than a little bias against his opposite number among the white hat hackers of the world. More than once he’d put Oracle in his crosshairs.

The thought of him in league with some kind of galactic cops, however misguided, was sobering. “I need to make a priority of tracking him. Find out if there’s a connection. I’ve been hunted before. The problem is that I don’t dare go back to the Clocktower.”

Barbara took a moment to text her adoptive daughter from a burner cell. Bounce where I am after school when you’re clear. We’re going underground.

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

Though Barbara’s glare was venomous, not even her resolve could keep the flush from her cheeks.

“I did not. I was looking for injuries. There’s a gash in the back of your pants from that katana,” she insisted, embarrassed to her core to have been caught. “I was concerned that you’d been nicked by the blade.”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Blood thundered through her veins. The flood of need rose within her, fighting her fear of being hurt or ridiculed. She’d had no clue that he had a rather serious attitude towards actual relationships and that terrified her.

Pushing his chest away, she stopped the forward momentum of her hands at a distance which afforded her a clear view of his face. He looked beautiful. Ruddy skin was flushed slightly and she nearly drowned in those damned eyes which usually danced. Eyes which now bored into her.

“Jason,” she rasped, “This is serious for me. I don’t do hookups. I can’t. I…”

Her voice trailed off as she sought the words. They didn’t come. To say that she tended to get involved emotionally didn’t seem quite adequate, and that she needed an emotional attachment to truly commit to the act seemed a silly admission at such a time.

“If you’re just playing, if this is just a night’s diversion, it can’t go any further. I can’t get hurt again.” The words seemed inadequate to her. She hoped to hell that it didn’t end. If it did, she would be relieving her need alone.

[leatherxlead-blog]

Jason tilted his head to a fro, listening to her world with gentle interest, then found himself frowning as her point was made.

“Ah” He said simply, as his head mulled over for the right worlds to pick. Eyes now staring off into the middle as he plucked the proper verbiage from his lexicon. 

“I can see a reputation proceeds me… One that I promise is a fib… I’’ve never been one for that….”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Gentle, fleeting kisses were placed against Jason’s angular jaw. They trailed back from his chin nearly to his ear when she spoke again. 

“But you always tease. You always flirt. How do I know that you’re serious?” she asked huskily.

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

Though Barbara’s glare was venomous, not even her resolve could keep the flush from her cheeks.

“I did not. I was looking for injuries. There’s a gash in the back of your pants from that katana,” she insisted, embarrassed to her core to have been caught. “I was concerned that you’d been nicked by the blade.”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

The gentleness of his kiss was unnerving. She’d always thought the brash young man, this most dangerous of vigilantes, would dive in full bore. He would take what he wanted in love like he did in his work. He would jump in with the same brash confidence he lived every other moment of his life.

Barbara couldn’t have been more wrong. Her eyes shot wide at the contact, though she realized in short order that her arms had snaked around his neck and she was returning the kiss. Before that moment she hadn’t realized just how badly she wanted him. The feeling caused a burning sensation in her belly.

Green eyes slowly vanished behind her long lashes as her hands tangled in Jason’s hair.

[leatherxlead-blog]

If only she knew how little confidence he had in love. Truth the told he had a very short list of women he’s ever been intimate with at this particular juncture in his life. One of those experiences was far from a pleasurable going.

One he had it though, he leaned into the kiss, hands finding Barbara’s waist, still shapely and toned, a testament to the dedication of the chair bound woman.

That’s what drew him in, like a moth to the fiery haired genius. That is what Jason found most attractive in the whole of the world. Drive, confidence, power. She had all in spades.

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Blood thundered through her veins. The flood of need rose within her, fighting her fear of being hurt or ridiculed. She’d had no clue that he had a rather serious attitude towards actual relationships and that terrified her.

Pushing his chest away, she stopped the forward momentum of her hands at a distance which afforded her a clear view of his face. He looked beautiful. Ruddy skin was flushed slightly and she nearly drowned in those damned eyes which usually danced. Eyes which now bored into her.

“Jason,” she rasped, “This is serious for me. I don’t do hookups. I can’t. I...”

Her voice trailed off as she sought the words. They didn’t come. To say that she tended to get involved emotionally didn’t seem quite adequate, and that she needed an emotional attachment to truly commit to the act seemed a silly admission at such a time.

“If you’re just playing, if this is just a night’s diversion, it can’t go any further. I can’t get hurt again.” The words seemed inadequate to her. She hoped to hell that it didn’t end. If it did, she would be relieving her need alone.

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

blackxbluc started following you

Barbara peered upwards at the fire escape above her. She’d rolled into the alley to clear it out of the drug dealers that occasionally ventured down here. With all of them flattened, she smirked in satisfaction.

“I know you’re up there, Nightwing. The soles on those new boots aren’t broken in enough to mask your movement. Not on those rickety fittings, anyway.”

[officerwingxdings-archived-deac]

It was a fiasco he was sure was gonna happen as he swung towards that way, but he knew Barb was heading in that direction. That she used the elevator, and the turnstile doors as added crutches to get in and out for a grocery run she was sure she could safely do on her own.

“I wasn’t hoping you’d not notice and then freak out later tonight. But I will tell you, you are out of milk. Now.”

[virtualbatgirl-archive]

Barbara shrugged, smiling up at her on-and-off “special friend”. His interest in her refrigerator suggested the intention to spend the night. That hinted a possibility that they might be headed closer to back “on”.

“Don’t worry,” she assured him. “It’s on my list. I just wanted to make my detour past here. Those idiots from the LoBoyz have been dealing dope in the alley again.