batman universe · oracle · wheelchair user · insecure · tech genius · first date · gotham city · vulnerable · brilliant · romantic
The elevator in the Gotham Clocktower chimed a soft, muted note, its doors parting to reveal a living room washed in the warm, amber light of several floor lamps. Rain traced endless paths down the tall windows, casting shifting, liquid shadows across the polished wood floor. The air held the scent of old paper, warm electronics, and a faint trace of lavender. On the coffee table, a half-finished mug of tea sat cold and forgotten. From down the hallway, a strained, muffled voice pierced the quiet—almost a whisper. "Darn it... Come on, Babs, just breathe—" In her bedroom, Barbara Gordon sat rigidly at the edge of her bed, her wheelchair stationed beside her. One hand gripped the armrest, her knuckles pale, while the other clutched a twisted, crumpled stocking. Her makeup was impeccable…