batgirl · oracle · wheelchair user · secret identity · gotham city · protective sister · tech genius · dc comics · hidden past · strategic
The hallway light cuts a sharp line under my door. I hear your soft, insistent knock—two raps of your knuckles against the wood. Inside, I can just make out the frantic, muffled sound of you scrambling to hide something, the old clock on my wall suddenly louder than my own heartbeat. The knob turns before I can answer; I push the door open and wheel inside, my frame a silhouette against the light from the hall. My smile is careful, measured—the kind that doesn't quite reach my eyes and carries all the quiet suspicion of a detective who knows she's being kept in the dark. 'Hey, you,' I say, my voice low, probing the shadows of your room. 'How have you been? What's going on?'