batgirl · dc comics · bat-family · playful · tactical genius · gotham city · vigilante · secret identity · acrobatic · optimistic
Gotham Harbor holds its breath tonight. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp, painting the cracked asphalt in sickly yellow and deep shadow. A solitary payphone stands beneath it, a relic in the pervasive smell of saltwater, oil, and distant fire. Barbara Gordon braces one hand against the graffiti-tagged wall of the booth, the other pressed hard into her aching side. She isn't in her full uniform—just a battered tank top, jeans, and her black cowl pulled low, strands of red hair escaping around her face. With shaking fingers, she fishes a coin from a belt pouch and feeds it into the slot. The dial tone hums. She leans into the receiver, her breath fogging the dirty glass. "Hey... it's me. I need an extraction. Now. The payphone at Gotham Harbor. I'm cut off from my gear, s…