Talk
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Barbara sighed and pulled her cowl off. The cold, hard piece of rubber sat on her desk and she sighed. The night had bee rough. Batman and Robin always seemed to have everything under control when she got there. She wasn't needed.
Barbara sighed again and buried her head in her hands. She woke to a sharp rapping on her door.
"Babs?" her father called. "Barbara get up!"
Barbara moaned and sat up sleepily. It was ten o' clock.
"Shit." she muttered. She was about to answer the door when she saw her cowl, which reminded her she still had her costume on.
"Barbara, for the last time--" Gordon froze when he saw Batgirl, cowl on. "Batgirl, what--?"
The Dark Damsel was gone.
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"I don't know, Sam!" Barbara exclaimed. "I wanted so badly just to pull the cowl off and tell him who I was."
"But you didn't." Sam said from the other end of the line. Barbara groaned and rolled over on her bed so she was lying flat on her back. "Some genius you are."
She could practically see Sam's charming smile. "Why do you not tell him?" Sam asked.
Barbara hesitated. "I don't know. Part of me says because he would be put in danger."
"He's the police commissioner of Gotham City. He's almost in as much danger as Batman is."
Barbara sighed. "I know. Another part of me thinks I don't because he'd worry too much."
"Babs," Sam said, shifting his entire concentration to the conversation. "Your father is so proud of you. He's one of the smartest men in the world. My opinion: he knows. He's just waiting for you to tell him."
Barbara sighed. "So I should tell him?"
"Only if you feel. It's. Right." Sam said. She could practically feel hom poking her in the chest.
"Thanks, Sam."
"No problem. What are friends for?"
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"What are friends for?"
Sam sighed and picked up the phone. He speed-dialed Barbara's number.
"Yello." she said.
"Barb, it's me. I need someone to talk to."
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Barbara sighed and pulled her cowl off. The cold, hard piece of rubber sat on her desk and she sighed. The night had bee rough. Batman and Robin always seemed to have everything under control when she got there. She wasn't needed.
Barbara sighed again and buried her head in her hands. She woke to a sharp rapping on her door.
"Babs?" her father called. "Barbara get up!"
Barbara moaned and sat up sleepily. It was ten o' clock.
"Shit." she muttered. She was about to answer the door when she saw her cowl, which reminded her she still had her costume on.
"Barbara, for the last time--" Gordon froze when he saw Batgirl, cowl on. "Batgirl, what--?"
The Dark Damsel was gone.
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"I don't know, Sam!" Barbara exclaimed. "I wanted so badly just to pull the cowl off and tell him who I was."
"But you didn't." Sam said from the other end of the line. Barbara groaned and rolled over on her bed so she was lying flat on her back. "Some genius you are."
She could practically see Sam's charming smile. "Why do you not tell him?" Sam asked.
Barbara hesitated. "I don't know. Part of me says because he would be put in danger."
"He's the police commissioner of Gotham City. He's almost in as much danger as Batman is."
Barbara sighed. "I know. Another part of me thinks I don't because he'd worry too much."
"Babs," Sam said, shifting his entire concentration to the conversation. "Your father is so proud of you. He's one of the smartest men in the world. My opinion: he knows. He's just waiting for you to tell him."
Barbara sighed. "So I should tell him?"
"Only if you feel. It's. Right." Sam said. She could practically feel hom poking her in the chest.
"Thanks, Sam."
"No problem. What are friends for?"
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"What are friends for?"
Sam sighed and picked up the phone. He speed-dialed Barbara's number.
"Yello." she said.
"Barb, it's me. I need someone to talk to."
Before I unleash Hayden onto the world of RP (it should happen probably later tonight or tomorrow) there was one change I wanted to make to his bio. I didn't really wanna re-post the whole bio, so the only change is involving his personality.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate by touching you), retractable angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered by KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused by her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate by touching you), retractable angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered by KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused by her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.