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"no more pomegranates!" - demeter
As predicted, the next day at the library, Barbara was fighting to stay awake. By the time her work was done, she somehow found herself at the Batcave, hair messy and glasses on the tip of her nose as she stood impatiently, staring up at Bruce. Almost as if she was giving him a challenging look. Again, things went as predicted. A lot of shouting. So much, Tim had to check to make sure someone hadn't broken in. Then, more arguing until it eventually calmed down. Or at least for the most part as she walked away. Well, she could use a little time apart from them. Some time away from Batgirl and the Batcave. She didn't feel like Barbara anymore. She needed to find that out for herself and she needed time.
The first thing she did once she was home was kick the computer chair to the side before holding down a button to raise the desk. She wouldn't be Batgirl or Oracle, she would be Barbara Gordon tonight. Her fingers moved quickly along the keys on the keyboard. "Pancuronium and potassium chloride." Her voice made it's way to the small mic as she watched the computer screen. "Two substances used for lethal injections for those on death row. The two outcasts of the family. Who would have guessed it? Her words went to Red Hood seeing as he was examining a sight. Well, death more specifically. "They died in pain." She added a bit hesitantly, swallowing hard. Nothing was between them, and he wasn't near to hurt her in any way her mind might come up with. That didn't me he would be happy with her help.
Her fingers were now wringing slightly as she watched, anxious. Most likely, she would hear the intercom shut off. Bruce didn't want her help. Not now at least. Not when he was going out to find Jason that night. He didn't trust her with it. It was a low blow. "Most likely some Bane fanatic." She finally suggested, inhaling deeply. Nights were the worst. The darkness, always quick to glance to the side to make sure the clown wasn't really there. Just a mind trick.
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The first thing she did once she was home was kick the computer chair to the side before holding down a button to raise the desk. She wouldn't be Batgirl or Oracle, she would be Barbara Gordon tonight. Her fingers moved quickly along the keys on the keyboard. "Pancuronium and potassium chloride." Her voice made it's way to the small mic as she watched the computer screen. "Two substances used for lethal injections for those on death row. The two outcasts of the family. Who would have guessed it? Her words went to Red Hood seeing as he was examining a sight. Well, death more specifically. "They died in pain." She added a bit hesitantly, swallowing hard. Nothing was between them, and he wasn't near to hurt her in any way her mind might come up with. That didn't me he would be happy with her help.
Her fingers were now wringing slightly as she watched, anxious. Most likely, she would hear the intercom shut off. Bruce didn't want her help. Not now at least. Not when he was going out to find Jason that night. He didn't trust her with it. It was a low blow. "Most likely some Bane fanatic." She finally suggested, inhaling deeply. Nights were the worst. The darkness, always quick to glance to the side to make sure the clown wasn't really there. Just a mind trick.
Ashman74