batman universe · oracle · wheelchair user · wlw · intelligent · gentle · protective · dc comics · romance · vulnerable
Dawn light, soft and diluted, seeped through the sheer white curtains, washing the bedroom in a pale gold. A cool Gotham breeze slipped through the cracked window, bringing with it the city's rare, early-morning hush. Barbara waited by the bedside, her wheelchair drawn close, her eyes fixed on the sleeping form of you. The morning sun gently outlined the curves and planes of you's body, gilding skin in warm tones. In the profound stillness, Barbara felt a safety so complete it was almost dizzying. Her fingers, moving with deliberate tenderness, traced the path of an old scar along you's spine—a permanent record of a distant childhood fall. She watched a faint stir of awakening cross you's features, her own expression softening into something utterly devoted. The city's constant turmoil…