[Barbara nods, because it does make sense, and she likes to think she's only stubborn for good reasons.
She closes her eyes, just for a moment, when he takes her hands. Just to feel that he's there, to know someone, at least, is safe and alive. (Alive, truly.)
When she opens them, her gaze is hard and determined. She'll grab this lifeline and haul herself all the way up again.]
Normally, Jack - Red Hood - is a good person. Damaged, like any Gotham vigilante, but good. I trusted him. [The words leave a bitter taste in her mouth, even though she's sure, really, that Jack isn't himself right now.]
There are a few options, here - it could be some kind of flood, so we need to watch each other, make sure no one else goes axe crazy. It could be possession, or mind control.
[And she stops. Takes a breath.] Or - well. In my world, Jack is the Joker.
[She doesn't want that to be what's happening. She doesn't want the Joker here, on their Barge, with her people. But it's one of the likeliest options.]
[private]
She closes her eyes, just for a moment, when he takes her hands. Just to feel that he's there, to know someone, at least, is safe and alive. (Alive, truly.)
When she opens them, her gaze is hard and determined. She'll grab this lifeline and haul herself all the way up again.]
Normally, Jack - Red Hood - is a good person. Damaged, like any Gotham vigilante, but good. I trusted him. [The words leave a bitter taste in her mouth, even though she's sure, really, that Jack isn't himself right now.]
There are a few options, here - it could be some kind of flood, so we need to watch each other, make sure no one else goes axe crazy. It could be possession, or mind control.
[And she stops. Takes a breath.] Or - well. In my world, Jack is the Joker.
[She doesn't want that to be what's happening. She doesn't want the Joker here, on their Barge, with her people. But it's one of the likeliest options.]