Barbara Gordon || 25 || Faceclaim: Determined by Player || Open
Barbara Gordon spent the early part of her life in Chicago. Her dad was an alcoholic and her mother put up with everything that he did. It wasn’t a healthy relationship, but it was a relationship and they tried to hide the truth from Barbara for most of her life. However she wasn’t blind, she saw how unhappy her father was when he got home from work, how tired he was.
When her parents got into a fatal car accident, her life turned around entirely. At 12, almost 13, she moved to Gotham City to live with her Uncle and Aunt who were expecting a baby. The years that followed weren’t easy. Her newly adopted Father and Mother’s relationship was rocky, rockier than even her own parents, but unlike her parents they didn’t hide it from her. By the time she was 15 her Aunt had taken her baby cousin and left her Uncle.
By the time she was fifteen, Batman and Robin were protecting the city. Besides James Gordon she had new heroes to look up to. She wanted to do something with her life that made a difference. She wanted to be a hero, and with her adopted father’s constant jokes whenever she mentioned wanting to be a police officer, she realized that she’d have to go about it an entirely different way.
For six years she wore the cape and the cowl, for six years she went under a different name. Batgirl. She wasn’t so much Batman’s partner, she was her own hero. She just carried his name.
Six years she made a difference in Gotham City. It was a wonderful adventurous life, but it was also a life of lies.
In one single night everything that she had grown to love was gone. One bullet to the abdomen. One sick bastard with a painted smile of his face.
Now she lives a different life. A life behind a computer. She helps more than just Batman, Nightwing, Robin. She reaches out to the Justice League, the Teen Titans. She’s a much bigger hero than she ever imagined.
But she still misses the cape and the cowl.
A little over a year has passed since my old life ended, since I died and was reborn. The shadows remain, but only to give contrast to the light. I am no longer a distaff impersonation of someone else — I’m me, more me than I have ever been. I embrace it, and the light, with a deep, continuing joy.
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