I honestly can’t stop thinking about how much the Batgirls resemble the Powerpuff Girls. Like appearance wise the only difference is eye colour. And Cass isn’t as angry or impulsive as Buttercup, and Steph isn’t as girly as Bubbles, but still.
Imagine them dressing up as the trio for Halloween. White tights, coloured dresses with the black belt, the hairstyles?? I just think it’d be adorable.
Before leaving school I consorted with The Oracle: Google. Internet searches are better than tea leaves or a tarot deck. You put in your question. Then you sort though the results and determine the divination.
The final day of Batgirl & Robin Week is Legacy! Mild Hamilton references but anything you need to know is pretty self explanatory. @super-batgirl here’s the last one! If you’d rather you can read it here on my ao3. Rating: G Words: 1,338 Gen
Babs whole heartedly blamed Harper. Jason and
Stephanie may sing showtunes the most but Harper was the one who was the true
theater nerd and would always get the other two into a new show. Now, after a
year and a half, she’d finally gotten all of Gotham’s vigilantes obsessed with Hamilton. Babs could finally stop her
tears from welling up when Eliza started singing in Who Lives, Who Dies, Who
Tells Your Story – although she would still sometimes ugly cry at the part
about the orphanage – and as such decided listening to the soundtrack while she
monitored everyone’s patrols would make for an enjoyable night. When the night
got longer though and the only activities included changing an ice cream
truck’s tire and finding a lost dog Babs realized how bad an idea it was. As
soon as Lin Manuel-Miranda said “What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a
garden you never get to see” Babs lost it.
She tried, and did a pretty darn good job of it, to
keep the others from hearing her cry over the comms. Dick noticed it though, he
knew her too well. She heard the tone as it flashed across the screen that he
had opened a private line. “Hey O? Is uh, is everything ok?” He asked softly.
Barbara grabbed a tissue from the box on her desk,
using it to dab at the corners of her eyes. “Yeah Nightwing. Wh-why’d you ask?”
She found his GPS pinging near St. Mary’s Park in
Fort Clinton. With deft fingers and practiced precision, she pulled up the live
footage of him perched on a water tower from a nearby security camera. He
leaned back onto his hands, settling into his chosen seat. “Well I definitely
recognized The World Was Wide Enough playing in the background and I thought
that I heard some sniffling.”
“What? No. You’re just losing your touch Detective
Wonder,” she scoffed.
On the screen Dick looked directly at the camera,
directly at her. “Babs, you know you can be honest with me. What’s up?”
Babs pursed her lips and then worried her lower lip,
watching Dick give her his “I’ll wait” look. She took a deep breath in through
her nose and pushed it out in a rush through her mouth. “Ok,” she nodded even
though he couldn’t see. “I might have started crying a little.”
“About what? What’s wrong?” he was genuinely
concerned that she was upset. The stupid big-hearted turd.
“It’s so dumb. You’re going to think it’s so dumb,”
Babs rubbed her temple, letting some dry humor creep into her voice.
He tilted his head and gave her a lopsided grin. “Oh
really? Try me.”
“You know the part after Burr shoots Hamilton? And
he’s about to actually get shot? Where Hamilton talks about having a legacy?”
“Well it got me thinking about, well, about our
legacies actually. How we’re lucky to be able to see them. How Jay and Cass and
Steph and Damian managed to come back. I realized how lucky we are to be able
to see how being Robin and Batgirl has helped them and Tim and all.”
“Babs,” Dick started slowly. “That’s… well crap.
That’s some heavy stuff.” He scrubbed a gloved hand through his hair before
dragging it back down his masked face. He gave a slight chuckle as he started
to speak again. “Dammit. Now I feel like I’m gonna cry.”
Barbara began chuckling too and soon they were both
laughing as the soundtrack started over. She scanned the screens quickly,
ensuring that all of her charges were safe and in no need of divine
intervention via Oracle’s deus ex machina. Steph and Damian were taking
pictures of and with a mama duck and her babies down by the docks. Cass had
found Tim and she and Harper were terrorizing him with some confiscated paintball
guns in Robinson Park. Bruce was with Duke, chatting with her father on the
roof of GCPD and both men were commenting on how peaceful the city was tonight.
Kate and Luke were on their way to meet up with Basil and Jean-Paul who had found
another lost pet. Jason was in the East End smirking at Selina as Helena
laughed at Catwoman being sassed to high heaven.
She finally turned her attention back to Dick,
waiting patiently on his water tower to continue their conversation. “It’s just…
I never thought that there’d be another Batgirl or Robin after you and I. Now?
I… I can’t imagine it otherwise. Cass and Steph, heck even Helena and Charlie
if you want to count them, have gained so much from being Batgirl. And the boys
and Steph? As Robin they were given chances to start over and they’ve all grown
so much because of it.”
“I know. I never really thought I’d stop being Robin
and at first I really wasn’t happy about Jason being Robin,” Dick gave a slow
smile as he shook his head. “And even though I sometimes wish he’d never been
Robin, because of what happened, I’m still glad he was. And Tim? Timmy boy. He’s
too smart for his own good and he’s always just wanted to help. Robin gave him
the ability to do that and even with all the loss he’s faced in the role I can
only imagine what might have happened had he been just regular old Tim during
Barbara smirked. “I’ve always told you that boy was
one missed cup of coffee away from super villainy.”
Dick laughed as he nodded. “It really shouldn’t be
funny cause it’s true,” he sighed, tilting his head back to look at the stars. “Steph
was a good Robin and I honestly wish she would’ve had the chance to be a great
“Well she’s currently a fantastic Batgirl so I’m
going to keep her. No givesies backsies.” Barbara smiled, wide and genuine.
“I know better than to fight you on that,” he
glanced back at the camera with a grin. “Damian, oh Damian,” Dick said with a
sigh. “He was for sure a menace-”
“Ha, you can say that again.”
Dick rolled his eyes, turning it into an overexaggerated
full-body motion. “As I was saying;
he was a menace but was able to find a release for his anger and a new
direction. I’m really proud of the kid.”
“Are you tearing up there Pixie Boots? Talking about
“Hey, you got defensive about your kiddo so…”
Babs snorted as she nodded. “Ok, ok. Fair enough.
But do you see what I’m saying? Cass needed a new direction too, something to
use her training and to still keep that big heart of hers intact. She’s helped
so many people and saved so many lives and she’s repaid the debt of that awful
thing Cain made her do tenfold.”
“I love Cass. I honestly don’t know what my life
would be without her and her cool head and subtle mischief,” Dick gave a soft
smile. He truly did love his little sister and it showed in his facial
expression, even with his blue eyes hidden.
“And Steph my firework. She’s got so much energy and
just brightness that it’s startling
sometimes. She puts everything she has into every single thing she does and I’m
so proud of her. Of both of them. Of all my girls.”
“You should be, Babs. You run a tight ship and a
great team. I’m glad you were my Batgirl.”
“Dick, you’re the glue of this crazy messy family
and your even crazier messier teams. Even when you explode you’re the first one
back to pick up the pieces. I’m glad you were my Robin.”
She watched as a bit of color rose to his cheeks. “Why
don’t we call it a night? Nothing’s happening, we’re both turning into
sentimental old saps, we might as well. I’ll pick you up a Cookie Monster
sundae from that place on Front Street? What d’you say Babs?”
Day 6 of Batgirl & Robin Week: Secret Identity! So have a duo we don’t see as often, Jason and Barbara. @super-batgirl I hope this makes up for yesterday’s feels. As usual you can also read it here on my ao3. Rating: G Words: 825 Gen
Jason kicked his boots against the side of the
building. Bruce had run off to answer the Batsignal but had told Robin to stay
put. What’s the point of a partner if you don’t let them come with you? He was
starting to grumble when someone sat down next to him on the roof. He turned to
the older girl with a glare.
“What’s with the face Robin?” Batgirl asked. She
settled herself, fixing her cape so that she wasn’t sitting on it and straightening
her windswept red hair.
“I don’t think B trusts me,” he mumbled, looking out
over the city.
He caught her raising a brow at him from the corner
of his eye. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“He didn’t let me come with to meet with Gordon.” Jason
could feel himself beginning to pout and had to make a conscious effort not to
with Batgirl sitting right there watching him.
“Did you ever think it might be because this case is
too dangerous for us to help with?” she asked with a tilt of her head.
Jason turned to look at her. “What d’you mean too
dangerous? I’m Robin! And you’re Batgirl! Nothing is too dangerous!”
She chuckled and gave him a soft smile. Jason couldn’t
help but feel like she was making fun of him, that she knew some big inside
joke he didn’t. “Do you wanna know a secret?” she finally asked.