Barbara Gordon.

"Hey you, you don't usually use Uber Barbara unless you're in a mood." She brushed her fingers through his hair. "What's up?"

Waving the spoon, Barbara announced.

"You'll have to call...The Batman!" And placed her fingers either side of her head, imitating the mask.

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴄɪᴛʏ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ? ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴛ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ.

✩ ♡︎ • ↻

✩ 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓂 ⚤⚢

|| #Jiji ||

The monitor displays an endless typing of 'w' as her head is nestled in her arms, on her keyboard.

Oracle did not have a chance to sign off.

Gasp!

"Me, take away your ice cream?" She says as she begins to hold the tub, slowly backing off.

"I would never!"

A redhead Caucasian woman blows glitter out of her hands.

EMBRIANA TIBER.

Healer. ARGUS agent. Medic.

A DCRP original character written by SUNDER.

"It's...pretty good. It's a little over sweet with the caramel sauce but honestly, in little amounts I like it. Definitely not one of your five a day though." She smirked.

Not healthy. She wheels herself closer, pouting.

But you know, there are punishments for these crimes...

She picks up a spoon, and dips it into the tub.

Like having to share it with me.

That's not...

Batons drop as she releases a huff. Phew. That work out was something.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

I'M THE SPOILER. ENEMY OF CRIME AND PEOPLE WHO DON'T LIKE PURPLE.

"Oracle offline." She carefully removed the headset and set it down in front of the monitors.

Rubbing her temple, she pushed away from the desk, taking a moment to collect herself.

The soft ticking of the clock tower becoming the only noise in her company, as far as she was aware.

FISTS, NOT TONGUES,
BLOWS, NOT WORDS.

"Dinah!" Babs approached her, arms open. "It's been too long."

▪︎ Writer is 18+
▪︎ NSFW/Triggering themes will be present. (Violence/gore/etc.)
▪︎No Lewd
▪︎ Edits are own unless stated otherwise.
▪︎ AU stayed as Oracle and Wheelchair bound.

▪︎▪︎▪︎ ACCOUNT INFORMATION

I'M NOT GOOD OR EVIL, JUST PRACTICAL AS HELL.

YOU NEVER MADE ME ROBIN, I MADE MYSELF.

YOU NEVER KNOW IF YOU CAN FLY, UNLESS YOU TAKE THE RISK OF FALLING.

I WASN'T TAUGHT TO FIGHT FAIR, I WAS TAUGHT TO WIN.

Clicks her earpiece.

"Oracle online. What do you need?"

THE BULLET NEVER BEAT ME.