Barbara ramble. Skirting a few words in my 800 word drabble. Don't like strong hints of femmeslash... don't bother reading AT ALL. Completely inspired by the episode 'Girl's Night Out'. Forgive any errors non-spelling or grammar related... I have never written Batman stories before. Because of that reason it's a tad 'AUish'. A bit plotless too. This is dedicated to my little brother rj-lunatic who convinced me to tackle the subject of Batgirl/Supergirl. Only that she's Oracle here. Futureverse. Again, solely based on that episode. Interested? Hope so! Read on and review if it tickles your fancy.

Disclaimer: Batman and all Batman related things belong to DC and Warner Bros. Everybody knows the drill.


We meet again. It's an exchange of girlish squeals which makes my companion wince up at the maximum shrill females can belt out. "Bats?" "Country?" Nicknames I don't recall ever saying.

I remember that blonde, honey-silk and sunshine golden, distant in my memory but never again put out of my mind. Did she remember crimson? I don't get a chance to think about it further as she squishes herself against the full length of my body. Yes she actually gets in the chair to do it. My eyes bug out behind my glasses. I've never had that happen before.

Doesn't take much longer for me to realize that I'm floating above my wheelchair, my only thing to grasp onto is the voluptuous being currently hugging the ever-loving daylights out of me.

No one has ever had the audacity of scooping me up like that, not even Dick. He stands off to the side with an amused eyebrow. I see him in my periphery vision. Definitely amused by her enthusiasm. Oddly, no traces of jealousy. Does he know something I don't? Hmm... regardless of the fact I'm losing oxygen... it is quite comfortable in her well-rounded arms.

"Hey, you might want to let her go."

She looks up annoyed at his presence, his distraction from this dear moment with her friend. A furrow of skin between her eyes... did I see a aim of fierce protectiveness before sapphire eyes became good-natured once more? My head was spinning… She peers down at my blue-tinged face before it registers. A simple "Oh..." before I am sitting again, coughing lightly into a fist.

It was worth being lightheaded. I was already lightheaded catching a glimpse of her short, blood-red cape, already lightheaded when her just about 'masculine' hold found its way around my fragile frame. My body may have been fragile but it didn't illustrate my competence or potential.

Who I was before… before couldn't hold a candle to who I became as a result.

"How have you been doing? Gosh... I can't believe I'm here, it's been a while. Do you remember the last time we paired up? Did you tape that Gotham Evening Edition? You remember that ice cream we ate? I think I gained a pound on it! What was it, Ben and Jerry...? I'm sure it was…"

Girl talk. Didn't think I'd miss it so much.

She really hasn't changed, still talkative, still animated, still gorgeous…

I tense up. Did I think that? Well, it's obvious how nicely her curves are shaped due to the constraint on white tee shirt and blue skirt. Unconsciously, I check on Dick to see if he's staring. He's not.


"Hey, Barbara, you there?" A confused smile pulls over her cupid's bow mouth.


"You look different." She blushes. "Older I mean, you look good."

"So do you." And I mean it.

She looks back at Dick who introduces himself albeit pointlessly. Her sapphire eyesswerves back to me. "You and I should catch up sometime." Her eyes are so soft, so eternal. Why can't... I feel this way with Dick? Why would I rather touch her farm-tanned skin, not as callused, not as tough…

Body heat, basking and relishing the glorious feel.

I barely knew this woman.

Why was I dizzy again? Her small fingers are wrapped around the bottom of my chin. I didn't anticipate her other hand sliding across my side.

You don't know me.

I'm not who I was.

I don't like to fly anymore.

I don't squirm; I don't show any response; my facial muscles don't give away how many beats I skipped or how dry my throat becomes. Scented whisper in my breathing space as she leans down.

"You love him."

Who… Dick? She follows my green eyes, not needing to nod.

"Why would you ask me that?" My voice sharp. Her index finger grazing my shirt flexes.

"Emotional baggage." What? I repeated my thought out loud. She lets go, leaving me to consider warmth… of another woman-? No. no. My focus on the sway of her hips. She's walking away from me. I don't want to know how soft her thighs are. I don't desire to know the answer to that question. I don't.

My lips mouth the lie soundlessly, as she takes off as a blue blur, as the sky swallows her in her beloved blue. Did I say goodbye?

Dick is talking to me, might as well be speaking to a brick wall. My waist vibrates.


Trying to reach me.

Why can't I pick up?

Not only have I lost the life in my legs but in my arms as well. Dick, help me.

I don't ask for help.

I am strong.

I am independent.

For a brief moment came someone who could make me powerless. Super-Poison. My own special brand of kryptonite. Please come back. I loved Dick. Why not you?