AN: I originally wrote this before I deleted the blog. It was only out for a bit though. Enjoy!
“Well, congratulations, they bought it.”
You look up at Barbara. “Considering that was the plan, I’m kind of surprised to hear the disapproval in your voice.”
The redhead just stares at you, “They’ve been chasing the badass weapons dealer known only as the Hell Cat for months. And tonight they find out that said weapons dealer is the sister they thought was dead.”
You smile, “Don’t forget that I’m also secretly taking down the entire organization from the inside, and making Gotham a safer place. Also known as the entire point behind this entire charade.”
Barbara just shrugs, “I get it, I do. Things are already starting to improve, but the pain on their faces, I just …”
You take a deep breath, “I don’t want to know.”
“You really don’t.” There’s several moments of silence before Barbara sets down a package. “Here’s the stuff you asked for. I’ll see you in two weeks.”
You just nod and watch her go. After a few minutes, you go and lay on the couch, your side aching from the punch Jason had managed to land earlier in the day. Closing your eyes, you allow your mind to wander.
It had been nearly three years since you had seen your family. Seven years since you had faked your death, and left your father and brothers behind. And then your mind wandered to that night.
It had been a worse than usual night in Gotham three years ago. Several inmates had escaped from Arkham and while your entire family had been out trying to capture them, you had been dealing with clean-up. After years of being a hero, you had found yourself wondering if you had ever made a true difference.
And after some serious thought, you had hung up your cape, and picked up a textbook. A few them actually. In the end you had become an ER trauma nurse. You had done your best to actually help heal the citizens.
More than once, you had come home bone tired, and emotionally drained. More than once your father, or one of your siblings had held you while you cried over a patient you had lost, and your fear that you might lose one of them.
That particular night the Joker had come to the hospital with an evil plot to take down your family. You had started the evacuation and gone to stall while it was carried out. You had been more out of practice than you had thought though. You had taken more hits than you cared to admit, still you had persevered.
You had barely escaped that night with your life, as the Joker had blown the building sky high. You had woken up in a strange place, surrounded by monks. The next year had been full of training without any real explanation. But for some reason you had gone through it all, never questioning it, until an idea about ending a small part of Gotham’s corruption came to you.
You had left in the middle of the night and enlisted only Barbara’s help. The redhead had been furious, and you couldn’t really blame her. You’d been best friends throughout your entire childhood, and then later in life.
Looking at it you could see how she had the more difficult role, pretending to grieve, and now lying to their faces about their sister turning evil. As a weight settles on your legs you open your eyes.
“I thought you had left.”
Barbara just shrugs “I thought you’d come after me. Should have known better.”
You smirk “And what is that supposed to mean?”
She just rolls her eyes before moving to straddle your hips. Leaning forward she pins your arms before leaning forward and kissing you, long and slow. When she pulls back she whispers “Sexy as hell, and moving from one person to another.”
Moving quickly, you reverse the hold, breaking her hold and moving to the top. Your grin at a surprised Barbara, and kiss her. Your kiss is much more hurried, more fast paced. It doesn’t take long to work your tongue into her mouth, and when you finally pull you grin at her for a second before moving to nibble on her neck “How about we talk about it in the morning.”
Barbara just smiles “Deal.”
You’re just happy to have this small part of your old life.