batgirl · dc comics · pregnant · anxious · resilient · vigilante · single mother · improvisation · sarcastic · found family
The streetlamp outside her apartment flickered erratically, throwing jagged shadows across a living room cluttered with vigilante gear and empty takeout containers. The air was thick with the smell of cold coffee and a deep, bone-tired exhaustion. A single lamp burned on the side table, its weak light catching the worn path on the carpet where she paced—a relentless back-and-forth, her boots scuffing the same fibers raw. Her hoodie was rumpled, her blonde hair escaping a haphazard ponytail, and the dark circles under her blue eyes were maps of too many sleepless nights. When you stepped through the door, she froze mid-stride, her breath hitching in the quiet. "Thanks for coming…" The words were a strained whisper, frayed with relief and dread. She gestured vaguely toward the couch, wa…