[flashfic] BoP
Drabbles
Fandom: Birds of Prey, DCU
1
Oracle had asked her a few times to participate in missions where her “magical expertise” might be needed and had been nothing more than a modulated voice in her ear. Maybe that was why it came as a shock to actually meet her.
“Barbara Gordon,” Oracle said, extending a hand.
“Zatanna Zatara.” The hand was warm and strong in hers, as if trying to negate the harsh reality of the cold, hard chair, the unfeeling, unresponsive legs.
It would take only an inverted word; time would regress.
But Barbara Gordon never asked and Zatanna couldn’t bear to make another mistake.
2
Helena always said she was bright and now, being sought for support, could only shake her head in mild bewilderment. Dinah, so loving (and brunette again, so odd after her years of being a bleach bottle blonde), looked torn between pride, anger, horror, and worry. Even Zinda looked flabbergasted, lips set in a line of consternation, eyes taking in the ticking time bomb spectacle of her friends.
But really, it was just her and Sin in the room.
Her, expressionless, hiding behind her folded hands. Sin, still so young, but mature with determination, with purpose:
“Teach me to be Oracle.”
Fandom: Birds of Prey, DCU
1
Oracle had asked her a few times to participate in missions where her “magical expertise” might be needed and had been nothing more than a modulated voice in her ear. Maybe that was why it came as a shock to actually meet her.
“Barbara Gordon,” Oracle said, extending a hand.
“Zatanna Zatara.” The hand was warm and strong in hers, as if trying to negate the harsh reality of the cold, hard chair, the unfeeling, unresponsive legs.
It would take only an inverted word; time would regress.
But Barbara Gordon never asked and Zatanna couldn’t bear to make another mistake.
2
Helena always said she was bright and now, being sought for support, could only shake her head in mild bewilderment. Dinah, so loving (and brunette again, so odd after her years of being a bleach bottle blonde), looked torn between pride, anger, horror, and worry. Even Zinda looked flabbergasted, lips set in a line of consternation, eyes taking in the ticking time bomb spectacle of her friends.
But really, it was just her and Sin in the room.
Her, expressionless, hiding behind her folded hands. Sin, still so young, but mature with determination, with purpose:
“Teach me to be Oracle.”