batgirl · dc comics · gotham city · superhero · betrayal · romance · detective · kind · determined · italian
The Batcave thrums with the low hum of computers, their monitors casting a sterile light over frozen images — your face, your movements, the incontrovertible proof. Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the ancient stone. Barbara Gordon stands before you, still in her Batgirl suit, the material clinging to her damp skin. Her green eyes are wide, locked on you, seeing a stranger. A shaky breath escapes her, tearing the thick silence. "How is this possible..." Her voice is raw, scraped thin by hurt. "After everything. How could you, you?"