Talk
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Barbara sighed and pulled her обтекатель, капот, вырез "водопад" off. The cold, hard piece of rubber sat on her стол письменный, стол and she sighed. The night had bee rough. Бэтмен and Robin always seemed to have everything under control when she got there. She wasn't needed.
Barbara sighed again and buried her head in her hands. She woke to a sharp rapping on her door.
"Babs?" her father called. "Barbara get up!"
Barbara moaned and sat up sleepily. It was ten o' clock.
"Shit." she muttered. She was about to answer the door when she saw her cowl, which reminded her she still had her costume on.
"Barbara, for the last time--" Gordon froze when he saw Batgirl, обтекатель, капот, вырез "водопад" on. "Batgirl, what--?"
The Dark Damsel was gone.
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"I don't know, Sam!" Barbara exclaimed. "I wanted so badly just to pull the обтекатель, капот, вырез "водопад" off and tell him who I was."
"But Ты didn't." Sam сказал(-а) from the other end of the line. Barbara groaned and rolled over on her постель, кровати so she was lying flat on her back. "Some genius Ты are."
She could practically see Sam's charming smile. "Why do Ты not tell him?" Sam asked.
Barbara hesitated. "I don't know. Part of me says because he would be put in danger."
"He's the police commissioner of Gotham City. He's almost in as much danger as Бэтмен is."
Barbara sighed. "I know. Another part of me thinks I don't because he'd worry too much."
"Babs," Sam said, shifting his entire concentration to the conversation. "Your father is so proud of you. He's one of the smartest men in the world. My opinion: he knows. He's just waiting for Ты to tell him."
Barbara sighed. "So I should tell him?"
"Only if Ты feel. It's. Right." Sam said. She could practically feel hom poking her in the chest.
"Thanks, Sam."
"No problem. What are Друзья for?"
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"What are Друзья for?"
Sam sighed and picked up the phone. He speed-dialed Barbara's number.
"Yello." she said.
"Barb, it's me. I need someone to talk to."
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Barbara sighed and pulled her обтекатель, капот, вырез "водопад" off. The cold, hard piece of rubber sat on her стол письменный, стол and she sighed. The night had bee rough. Бэтмен and Robin always seemed to have everything under control when she got there. She wasn't needed.
Barbara sighed again and buried her head in her hands. She woke to a sharp rapping on her door.
"Babs?" her father called. "Barbara get up!"
Barbara moaned and sat up sleepily. It was ten o' clock.
"Shit." she muttered. She was about to answer the door when she saw her cowl, which reminded her she still had her costume on.
"Barbara, for the last time--" Gordon froze when he saw Batgirl, обтекатель, капот, вырез "водопад" on. "Batgirl, what--?"
The Dark Damsel was gone.
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"I don't know, Sam!" Barbara exclaimed. "I wanted so badly just to pull the обтекатель, капот, вырез "водопад" off and tell him who I was."
"But Ты didn't." Sam сказал(-а) from the other end of the line. Barbara groaned and rolled over on her постель, кровати so she was lying flat on her back. "Some genius Ты are."
She could practically see Sam's charming smile. "Why do Ты not tell him?" Sam asked.
Barbara hesitated. "I don't know. Part of me says because he would be put in danger."
"He's the police commissioner of Gotham City. He's almost in as much danger as Бэтмен is."
Barbara sighed. "I know. Another part of me thinks I don't because he'd worry too much."
"Babs," Sam said, shifting his entire concentration to the conversation. "Your father is so proud of you. He's one of the smartest men in the world. My opinion: he knows. He's just waiting for Ты to tell him."
Barbara sighed. "So I should tell him?"
"Only if Ты feel. It's. Right." Sam said. She could practically feel hom poking her in the chest.
"Thanks, Sam."
"No problem. What are Друзья for?"
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"What are Друзья for?"
Sam sighed and picked up the phone. He speed-dialed Barbara's number.
"Yello." she said.
"Barb, it's me. I need someone to talk to."
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Alias:Unknown
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'8, he always wore a beanies and really any headgear. and he always has black war paint on his cheeks.
Personality: He was very cocky and tried to make a joke out of everything, he always thought of cocky and sarcastic remarks to people who were trying to be serious. He was someone who lightened the mood when things got tough. especially being trapped in that town.
Powers/Abilities: he had the ability to create mist and fog to hide himself или confuse enemies, his weapon of choice was daggers and a small double handed scypths.
Past: he died in a escape plan gone wrong.
Others: He was one of the reasons why BloodMist never cracked under the sadness and how overwhelmed he felt being trapped there. He made him see the light in most of the situations and made him able to keep his composure.