Personal Prelude/What Should I Do?
Story: Personal Prelude/What Should I Do?
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG
Warnings/Themes: Just person with disability making a decision about said disability.
Word Count: Approx 1000 words
Summary: Barbara just received news that Dr. Mid-Nite has found a way to allow Barbara to walk again. She's having doubts about it and herself. Her closest friend, Dinah comes to give her some motivation and encouragement.
A/N: Just a little personal canon of mine in terms of how Barbara actually dealt with the "reboot". I say "reboot" since I don't know if it was actually Mid-Nite.
A storm was brewing on a frosty evening in Gotham City. Alone in her room, a woman is struggling with a life changing decision that she must make. She sits in her wheelchair, looking out of her window watching the rain drops dancing along the rooftops of the dark cityscape. All of the lights are out. It’s quiet. Her eyes fall down to her coffee mug; the steam now fogging her glasses. There was something eating at this red-headed woman’s heart.
--Earlier that day--
Barbara Gordon had been performing her daily routine. Nothing had been out of the ordinary. She and Proxy were helping Batgirl piece together clues as to who was embezzling funds out of Gotham U. They were beginning to make quite the team, Steph and Wendy. Soon, she would be able to ease out and let the two young women handle their business together. It was quite beautiful and the both of them reminded her so much of herself when she was at that age.
Once Batgirl turned in for the day, Barbara decided it was time to go home and finish compiling some files and databases she’d been working on for the past few months. She’d reached a few bumps in the road but should have had enough time to finish that night. Things didn’t end up going exactly as planned. She was interrupted by a phone call.
--Now--
“Knock knock,” said a familiar, comforting voice as the door to the woman’s room creaked open. The red-headed woman hurried to wipe her moist cheeks with the sleeves to her favorite emerald sweater before she adjusted her chair to face her closest, most beloved friend.
“Hello Dinah,” the words barely seemed audible which seemed to be a mechanism to make sure the cracking in her voice was not noticed, “you can come in.” Dinah Lance, also known by her hero name Black Canary took a single step into the room. She raised her arm to flick the light switch but her friend held up her hand so that she would stop.
“Barbara, is everything okay?” She knew immediately that something was wrong. That’s the power of a friendship as close as theirs. She took a couple strides across the room and knelt in front of her friend, placing a single hand on Barbara’s hand, “what is it?” Her tone was comforting, as expected. But she didn’t know whether or not she was ready to speak about it. She wasn’t exactly sure about it herself. If there was anyone to trust it would be Dinah so why was she hesitating this much?
“I just got off the phone with Mid-Nite and,” her eyes filled with tears. Dinah’s grip on her hand tightened the second she noticed.
“What is it, Babs? What happened?” Several seconds passed before another word was spoken. Barbara was trying everything in her power not to look up at her Dinah. She was already on the verge of breaking down into tears and just seeing the emotion on Dinah’s face was enough to send her past that point.
“I…” she paused yet again. It was almost out, she was almost there. The weight would somewhat be lifted off her shoulders if she could just confide in someone and who better than Dinah. She continued, “he says he might have found a way to,” a single tear slid down her face and fell onto Dinah’s right hand, “let me walk again.” The last few words were somewhat jumbled as she wasn’t able to hold on any longer.
“Babs, this is great!” Dinah exclaimed, rising to her feet.
“I know it is… I…” She was still crying. She knew that she should be happy. And somewhere deep down, she was happy. But for some reason, she couldn’t let that happiness out. She’d have use of her legs again; for the first time in years. She’d be able to physically fight crime again.
But what about Oracle?
“But you’re not happy are you?” said Dinah, realizing that her excitement wasn’t on the same par with her own. She was thinking whether or not there was more to the story than she was getting.
“I am, Dinah. I really am, it’s just that I’m scared,” which Dinah completely understood. In all this time, she’d grown into herself. Her new life. She’d become so much more comfortable with herself and so much more secure about what had happened to her and what this meant for her life. She was Oracle now. And she didn’t know if she was ready to leave that place.
“I know you’re scared, Barbara. I can only imagine what you’re going through. But Mid-Nite will finally be able to fix your problem. You’ll finally be able to walk again. No more of the chair.” She was being extremely sincere, but for some reason the red head couldn’t manage a smile.
“But that’s the thing… at first it felt like a problem. At first it felt like it needed to be fixed. But now… it’s just… a part of who I am. I’m Oracle. I’m the ‘data specialist’.”
“And guess what, Babs,” said Dinah, wiping the tears streaming down her friends’ face with her thumbs, “you can still be our same old smarty pants Oracle. You don’t have to change a thing girl.” She was smiling a comforting smile. “Come on, let’s go get us a cup of coffee and get our minds off of this. There’s no rush to make any decisions. Take your time. Think about your options. And if you need anyone to talk to, you know I’m here. Always.”
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG
Warnings/Themes: Just person with disability making a decision about said disability.
Word Count: Approx 1000 words
Summary: Barbara just received news that Dr. Mid-Nite has found a way to allow Barbara to walk again. She's having doubts about it and herself. Her closest friend, Dinah comes to give her some motivation and encouragement.
A/N: Just a little personal canon of mine in terms of how Barbara actually dealt with the "reboot". I say "reboot" since I don't know if it was actually Mid-Nite.
A storm was brewing on a frosty evening in Gotham City. Alone in her room, a woman is struggling with a life changing decision that she must make. She sits in her wheelchair, looking out of her window watching the rain drops dancing along the rooftops of the dark cityscape. All of the lights are out. It’s quiet. Her eyes fall down to her coffee mug; the steam now fogging her glasses. There was something eating at this red-headed woman’s heart.
--Earlier that day--
Barbara Gordon had been performing her daily routine. Nothing had been out of the ordinary. She and Proxy were helping Batgirl piece together clues as to who was embezzling funds out of Gotham U. They were beginning to make quite the team, Steph and Wendy. Soon, she would be able to ease out and let the two young women handle their business together. It was quite beautiful and the both of them reminded her so much of herself when she was at that age.
Once Batgirl turned in for the day, Barbara decided it was time to go home and finish compiling some files and databases she’d been working on for the past few months. She’d reached a few bumps in the road but should have had enough time to finish that night. Things didn’t end up going exactly as planned. She was interrupted by a phone call.
--Now--
“Knock knock,” said a familiar, comforting voice as the door to the woman’s room creaked open. The red-headed woman hurried to wipe her moist cheeks with the sleeves to her favorite emerald sweater before she adjusted her chair to face her closest, most beloved friend.
“Hello Dinah,” the words barely seemed audible which seemed to be a mechanism to make sure the cracking in her voice was not noticed, “you can come in.” Dinah Lance, also known by her hero name Black Canary took a single step into the room. She raised her arm to flick the light switch but her friend held up her hand so that she would stop.
“Barbara, is everything okay?” She knew immediately that something was wrong. That’s the power of a friendship as close as theirs. She took a couple strides across the room and knelt in front of her friend, placing a single hand on Barbara’s hand, “what is it?” Her tone was comforting, as expected. But she didn’t know whether or not she was ready to speak about it. She wasn’t exactly sure about it herself. If there was anyone to trust it would be Dinah so why was she hesitating this much?
“I just got off the phone with Mid-Nite and,” her eyes filled with tears. Dinah’s grip on her hand tightened the second she noticed.
“What is it, Babs? What happened?” Several seconds passed before another word was spoken. Barbara was trying everything in her power not to look up at her Dinah. She was already on the verge of breaking down into tears and just seeing the emotion on Dinah’s face was enough to send her past that point.
“I…” she paused yet again. It was almost out, she was almost there. The weight would somewhat be lifted off her shoulders if she could just confide in someone and who better than Dinah. She continued, “he says he might have found a way to,” a single tear slid down her face and fell onto Dinah’s right hand, “let me walk again.” The last few words were somewhat jumbled as she wasn’t able to hold on any longer.
“Babs, this is great!” Dinah exclaimed, rising to her feet.
“I know it is… I…” She was still crying. She knew that she should be happy. And somewhere deep down, she was happy. But for some reason, she couldn’t let that happiness out. She’d have use of her legs again; for the first time in years. She’d be able to physically fight crime again.
But what about Oracle?
“But you’re not happy are you?” said Dinah, realizing that her excitement wasn’t on the same par with her own. She was thinking whether or not there was more to the story than she was getting.
“I am, Dinah. I really am, it’s just that I’m scared,” which Dinah completely understood. In all this time, she’d grown into herself. Her new life. She’d become so much more comfortable with herself and so much more secure about what had happened to her and what this meant for her life. She was Oracle now. And she didn’t know if she was ready to leave that place.
“I know you’re scared, Barbara. I can only imagine what you’re going through. But Mid-Nite will finally be able to fix your problem. You’ll finally be able to walk again. No more of the chair.” She was being extremely sincere, but for some reason the red head couldn’t manage a smile.
“But that’s the thing… at first it felt like a problem. At first it felt like it needed to be fixed. But now… it’s just… a part of who I am. I’m Oracle. I’m the ‘data specialist’.”
“And guess what, Babs,” said Dinah, wiping the tears streaming down her friends’ face with her thumbs, “you can still be our same old smarty pants Oracle. You don’t have to change a thing girl.” She was smiling a comforting smile. “Come on, let’s go get us a cup of coffee and get our minds off of this. There’s no rush to make any decisions. Take your time. Think about your options. And if you need anyone to talk to, you know I’m here. Always.”