Who: Barbara Gordon and Dick Grayson
When: Wednesday
Where: Suite 8
Summary: Wing week shenanigans!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Superheroes being losers, fluff, I have no idea
Having wings is weird. It's weird and Barbara can't say she likes it even a little bit. She's never really had the desire to fly. Swinging through Gotham on a jump cable was always enough for her. It's even harder to be excited about possibly flying when obtaining wings involves back pain and minor surgery. At least the worst of it is over and now the wings are out, feathers a surprisingly light gray color. Honestly, when she had heard what the colors likely meant, she had expected hers to be darker. She likes to think that she's a good person but that isn't always the case. There are so many things she should have done and so many things she shouldn't have done. But that's probably just her doubting herself again for the millionth time in her life.
Whatever it is, she's currently sitting on the couch in the common room of suite 8, staring at the feathers on one of her outstretched wings. By now she's mostly figured out how to control them. So weird.