Author: xTheDoctorsCompanion PM
Being the daughter of Jim Gordon, Barbara knew what had to be done to save Gotham and the people who lived there. B.Gordon/J.Blake. TDKR.Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Romance - Barbara G. & J. Blake - Chapters: 19 - Words: 34,863 - Reviews: 60 - Favs: 42 - Follows: 50 - Updated: 05-21-13 - Published: 07-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8356213
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
"Dad, I want you to take care." Barbara Gordon said to her father over the telephone from her downtown apartment. "And heal quickly. I have a feeling that Gotham is going to need you. What with this Bane guy who seems to thing trudging in the sewers will keep cops from getting him."
"Is that what your boyfriend is telling you? That Bane lives in the sewers?" Jim Gordon asked his daughter, taking a sharp breath when the mercenaries name came up.
"Keith isn't telling me anything. He's not even here right now. He has a football match this afternoon." The redhead mumbled, tapping on her counter with a sharpie she was holding. "Why would he know anyway. He's not police force or anything."
"Babs, darling. Can you just promise me you'll stay safe while we solve what's going on?" Her father sounded extremely concerned. The almost 18 year old knew her father well enough to know when he was worried for his daughter. Ever since she moved to downtown Gotham with her football playing boyfriend Keith Taylor for her first year at Gotham University he has been nothing but scared that a criminal with a grudge would find her.
"You know that I will dad. I live right next to the library so you don't have to worry about me travelling to and from work. I'm perfectly safe with Keith around."
"I know sweetheart. Just keep safe. I'll talk to you soon."
"Bye daddy. I'll come visit you soon. Love you."
"Love you too."
Barbara was brushing her hair when she felt the ground shake. At first she thought it might have been simply a dump truck of some sort, and continued on with the routine. Then the shaking wouldn't stop. She could hear people in the adjacent apartments screaming and dashing to the basement, but Barbara simply huddled into a corner, waiting for it to end.
It was a unbearable five minutes before Barbara trusted that the shaking had stopped. She made a mad dash for the television, where a live coverage of the football game had come to a stop, and the camera was pointed to the mercenary known as Bane and his fellow criminals. The football stadium had completely collapsed in on itself and in her heart Barbara knew that Keith was dead.
It took the young woman a few minutes to gather the ability to walk out of her apartment. Outside, chunks of the road were missing, where Barbara concurred were from the explosions that had just rocked the city. There were people injured everywhere, and no cops to be found. She overheard someone yell about how every cop in Gotham was trapped in the sewers. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew that Bane would do something such as this. He wanted to create chaos. He wanted the people to take control of their city. Literally.
And that was what scared her.
The apartment building was now a makeshift hospital for the people who were injured in the street. Rescue groups were working on getting citizens out of the deep pits that were scattered across the city. Every hospital in the Gotham area was full to the brim with injured and dying. Bane wanted chaos, and he got it.
Well into the evening, Barbara was making dinner for the people she had helped that were staying in her apartment. There was a young teenager named Rita who broke both of her legs falling off the fire escape of the building, an middle aged man who reminded Barbara of her father who she sincerely hoped was all right, and a pregnant woman who was having contractions.
The power was cutting in an out, which meant that the power workers had left from the plant in fear of what was to happen in the future. The pregnant woman was becoming more erratic, and Barbara feared that she may have to help her deliver in her own apartment.
"Paul, do you mind getting a cold cloth for Kelly's forehead. We need to keep her calm so that she does not go into an early labour. This place is definitely not equipped with anything for a premature baby." Barbara was trying to cook soup for the sick, but because of the power outages the soup would only remain at a lukewarm state.
"Barbara, why don't you take care of Kelly, and I can finish the soup up. I think she would want another woman to help her." Paul said, taking the ladle from Barbara. The redhead smiled gratefully at him and made a mad dash to the bathroom to get supplies.
"Barbara, I think we should get Kelly to a hospital!" Rita called from the living room where her legs were propped up on the table so to not disturb the broken bones. "Her contractions are like, 4 minutes apart."
"Shit. Shit shit shit." Barbara yelled, dropping her things to the ground. She rushed out into the living room where Kelly was beginning to panic. "Look Kelly, we're going to get you to the hospital. Gotham General is just a couple blocks away. Everything is going to be fine."
Barbara dashed out the front door, to across the hall where an elderly man with a wheelchair lived. She explained to him the situation that she was in, and he gladly let her use the chair as long as she brought it back. It took a bit of time to get Kelly and the chair down, because of the short power surges. Eventually they managed to get out on the other side, and Barbara made a mad dash for Gotham General, also keeping in mind that she was pushing around a woman who was going into labour.
"Kelly, you just need to hold on a few more seconds. We're so close."
The brunette was trying her hardest to remain calm, but it was hard knowing your baby was coming two months early, and in the middle of anarchy. Every bump that Barbara would hit pained Kelly a thousand times over. It was only once the had arrived inside the hospital, and was put on a different wheelchair that she had calmed down and told herself that her baby would be fine.
But for Barbara, only time would tell whether everyone would be okay.
A nice nurse had taken Barbara's phone number and said she would call once she found out anything about Kelly and her baby. The teenager thanked the woman, and began the slow walk back to the apartment. Outside, the sun had set, and a dark blanket was put over top of Gotham. Barbara could hear the howls of alarms, and the screams of the crazed and the fearful. She was suddenly reminded of a time when all of this was a daily occurrence. Murder, robbery, rape, it all used to be there, and over the years, she had learned to forget.
But just because she forgot didn't mean anyone else did. The darkness reminded them of that. The darkness unveiled the masked evil that dwelled in the ally's, and the street corner's. What used to be one of the higher class neighbourhoods was now being turned into a war zone.
Barbara was so preoccupied with the flooded emotions that she failed to notice the two men with guns following her closely.