even grazing the small area within a few short moments. The once fearful expression on her face contorted into one of - [Mistah J]

shock as the extremity bent to hell and back in a pathetic attempt to escape his ever tightening hold. It wasn't - [Mistah J]

until /that/ laugh started up again that her arm fell limp in his grasp, what little light there was left once more - [Mistah J]

fading from her crystalline hues. It only brought back memories and pain, that's all anything ever brought back now a - [Mistah J]

days. The poor commissioner's daughter would never admit defeat, but it was beyond obvious that she had lost a /long/ - [Mistah J]

time ago. Hell, she might have even found what he had said 'funny' if it weren't for current situations. Speechless. - [Mistah J]

The ex-batgirl was absolutely speechless, there were no cocky remarks to be spoken, no angered shouts to be heard. - [Mistah J]

Barbara Gordon was, for the first time in a long while, /speechless/. How funny was that? It almost made her want to.. [Mistah J]

laugh? No. /NO/. There would be no laughing, not while this monster was still walking the streets, not while she still - [Mistah J]

had yet to see the light burn out in his eyes. “Y-” The very beginning of a statement remained incomplete. [Mistah J]

“Crippling.” A small, forced chuckle made its way past her lips, azure hues lighting up upon seeing the flower. [Patricia]

“Shout out to the piece of shit that put a bullet through my spine.”

||: Bringing the account back because I miss being Babs, haha.

“Can today go /any/ slower.” Barbara groaned, holding onto a cup of coffee.

Barbara curses under her breath. “Of course the coffee is on the top shelf when no one else is home.”

“Just stand there and make hashtags about it, why don't you. I'll just be sitting here.. wish I had some coffee.” x.com/noxbellator/st…

Barbara flashes an appreciative smile at Kit, accepting the cup from her hands. “Thank you.. I appreciate it.”

Barbara lowered her gaze to the lifeless legs attached to her small frame, allowing a small sigh to fall past her - Kit

lips, slowly lifting her gaze back to watch Kit. “A knock, a clown, and a gun.” The ex-batgirl looked disgusted as the word -

'clown' rolled off her tongue. Kit