201 - Something lost
[locked to those who know Oracle's identity and that she used to be Batgirl]
The Joker shot me and took away my purpose.
No. I can’t say that. I would be lying to myself.
I had already lost my purpose when I opened the damn door that night.
I had already stopped being Batgirl. I had convinced myself that I was moving on, but I was lost and I really had no idea what I was doing. I was done with this superhero thing. I had moved past it.
Or at least that was what I thought.
I do more good as Oracle as I ever did as Batgirl. A different kind of good, but I save far more lives this way. And while I really possibly miss swinging from the rooftops, I am still a hero.
The Joker’s bullet took away my ability to walk. But in some strange and twisted way, what I lost that night helped me find my way back to being a hero and making a difference, on a far grander scale than I might have ever found otherwise.
Not that I’ll ever thank the Bastard for it.
The Joker shot me and took away my purpose.
No. I can’t say that. I would be lying to myself.
I had already lost my purpose when I opened the damn door that night.
I had already stopped being Batgirl. I had convinced myself that I was moving on, but I was lost and I really had no idea what I was doing. I was done with this superhero thing. I had moved past it.
Or at least that was what I thought.
I do more good as Oracle as I ever did as Batgirl. A different kind of good, but I save far more lives this way. And while I really possibly miss swinging from the rooftops, I am still a hero.
The Joker’s bullet took away my ability to walk. But in some strange and twisted way, what I lost that night helped me find my way back to being a hero and making a difference, on a far grander scale than I might have ever found otherwise.
Not that I’ll ever thank the Bastard for it.