Barbara Gordon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bodilesswarrior) wrote2023-08-15 05:50 am
bodilesswarrior) wrote2023-08-15 05:50 am
[ The jolt she feels at that reaction is dangerous.
She finally has the world at her fingertips again. More than that, her tower is whole, and so is her city, more or less. Gotham is brimming with the people she loves most in the world.
She has never felt so utterly, helplessly alone. ]
Yeah, well. I've got a reputation to maintain.
[ This is the most encrypted any call has ever been. She wonders if he's noticed that, by all accounts, he's apparently texting someone in Metropolis right now. ]
She finally has the world at her fingertips again. More than that, her tower is whole, and so is her city, more or less. Gotham is brimming with the people she loves most in the world.
She has never felt so utterly, helplessly alone. ]
Yeah, well. I've got a reputation to maintain.
[ This is the most encrypted any call has ever been. She wonders if he's noticed that, by all accounts, he's apparently texting someone in Metropolis right now. ]
[ Her number didn't faze him. Didn't even give him pause. He wouldn't be surprised if she had half a dozen of them, really, each seemingly in a different place, all routed back to one central device. She seems like the sort of girl who covers all her bases, and who has a few more tricks up her sleeve than does the average bear.
Once, that might have excited some thrill-of-the-hunt sort of instinct in him. Some desire to hack, to break, to toy. Now, in spite of the fact that she's the reason he's sitting here, Barbara's talents just seem like a useful side note in the old mental file on an associate. Penguin knows his wines. Ivy knows her plants. And Barbara, well. Barbara knows a lot of things, as it turns out.
'Associate,' hell. Who is he kidding? He's not sitting here chatting like this with Penguin, now, is he?
His fingers tap-tap-tap, wasting no time, and his smile stays as relaxed and genuine as you please. ]
If that's the goal, perhaps you ought to try more believable threats
Tell me you'll pressure them into taking away Taco Tuesday, for instance
Or pipe some George Strait in here, full volume, on repeat
You'll have me begging for mercy before you can say boo
Once, that might have excited some thrill-of-the-hunt sort of instinct in him. Some desire to hack, to break, to toy. Now, in spite of the fact that she's the reason he's sitting here, Barbara's talents just seem like a useful side note in the old mental file on an associate. Penguin knows his wines. Ivy knows her plants. And Barbara, well. Barbara knows a lot of things, as it turns out.
'Associate,' hell. Who is he kidding? He's not sitting here chatting like this with Penguin, now, is he?
His fingers tap-tap-tap, wasting no time, and his smile stays as relaxed and genuine as you please. ]
If that's the goal, perhaps you ought to try more believable threats
Tell me you'll pressure them into taking away Taco Tuesday, for instance
Or pipe some George Strait in here, full volume, on repeat
You'll have me begging for mercy before you can say boo
Edited 2023-08-15 20:11 (UTC)
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