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Date Night // Barbara and Jason

Jason made the arrangements that morning. He woke up, half depressed for some reason. He needed a change, or at least to get out of town for the night. He was stressed, and so was Barbara. They had been fighting a lot, they both had separate ideas on how to raise their adopted daughters and it all added up. He realized just how badly he needed a break when he found a gray hair after his shower.

He had arranged to meet his seven-month-pregnant wife at the college campus where the both worked. He had no classes that day and spent the majority of it correcting papers while watching the horribly edited Star Wars on Blu-Ray in the newly made Game Room down in the basement. He loved the movies, and was halfway through Return of The Jedi when he turned it off. Seeing the Ewoks blink was too much fuckery for him to handle.

Going upstairs and throwing on a suit, with a nice red tie to match his ginger hair, he packed an over-night bag and headed to the garage. Whistling to himself, odd enough. He could sense tonight was going to be a good night. Just him and his wife out on a date in Metropolis.

He got into the Humvee and soon found his way into the front of her building. He waited while he fiddled with his wedding band, singing along to Frank Sinatra, it was going to be one of those nights. 

Doom/Oracle (Drabble/maybe RP)

((This was originally written in response to one of those “You find me tied up, gagged, et cetera” prompts))

Doom walked into his bedroom; a chamber which, in truth, he rarely bothered to use since his suit filtered out the toxins that would normally be removed by a night’s rest. He was not surprised to see someone had trussed up a turkey in his bed - it was not the first time some lesser villain had thought to do him a ‘favor’ by delivering him a hogtied hero or rival.

However as he approached, he was mildly surprised to note that someone had caged the rather elusive Oracle. He would have to find out who had made the arrangements, and if it did not turn out to be some sort of treachery there *might* be a reward forthcoming.

He crossed the intervening space; powering up his gauntlets just in case. A repulsor blast at close range generally provided sufficient time for proper countermeasures when a subject proved belligerent.

Unconscious. Well, that would never do. Doom reached over; placing one metal palm on her chest and delivering a modulated pulse; just the right combination of pressure and voltage to shock the system and forcefully rouse her to consciousness.

“You are awake,” he proclaimed, almost as if defying her to prove otherwise.

Consciousness, whether preferred or not, was not really a choice Barbara got to make; the jolt to her system caused her body to kick in with an upswing of adrenaline; she came to, and immediately discovered the very precarious position she was in; neatly tied with very awkward knots, gagged, and no sign of her … chair. These were first observations, followed by the fact that she appeared to be in an honest-to-goodness medieval castle. She corrected herself quickly; the decor was authentic Eastern European, but the place had clearly kept up with the times given the amount of technology around her. The fact that this was clearly a bedroom also did not escape her; an unsettling thought that she shelved for the moment while she took in more details.

Thirdly, she took in the figure in the room with her; this took the least effort as the figure was very good at being not visually subtle - the metal body suit and pretentious green cape, the mask, the regal bearing; all of these things led to one of two conclusions - Victor Von Doom, or, if her (more limited) data on the Marvel realms was correct, one of his robot doubles.

Doom strode over. “Do not bother screaming; there is nobody within these walls who will respond, and nobody outside of them who can hear you right now. Additionally, it is tiresome and makes conversation unpleasant Oracle,” he remarked as those metal fingers drew the gag away. Already, sensors in his armor were picking up traces of chemical compounds in the cloth. Whomever had done this had been -very- thorough in their attempt.

She did, in fact, not scream; did not speak - at least not yet; but simply worked her jaw about to ascertain that it was not broken or otherwise permanently damaged. Here, at least, she had some luck; though in retrospect if she was meant to talk then maybe she would have been better off if she could not.

virtualbatgirl  asked:

”This is going differently than I imagined.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.” When Dick Grayson was brought on as a congressional aid to Congresswoman Barbara Gordon he thought it would be good for his extra curriculars when it came to college life. What he didn’t know is that the Congresswoman would take a liking to him.

Now he was in her office, but not for official business. They were in the middle of some heavy flirting. “You know, I’d love to spend some time with you outside the office, if you want?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. But I’m not sure what I could offer in that regard, other than some sensor readings which suggest either tears in space/time or the use of technology to open temporary portals.”

“It is one” he smiled “And I figured you could at least hump me compile the data…. ”… Ted thoguht or a second “really not sure if i’m doing this on purpose or not. ”

X - Secrets

 virtualbatgirl said:

Do you mean to tell me I’m not at the top of my game?

“No,” the monarch replied with just the faintest hint of irritation.  “I mean a woman of your talent and drive, one of your commitment and zeal could be doing what needs to be done on a significantly larger scale.  I am, in fact, implying that a fish of your size should swim in a -larger- body of water.“

Barbara grinned. “I’m already watching the better part of the Earth. Is a planet of billions of people so small?”

“Your planet practically teems with alien visitors.   Knowing what is going on even as far your Moon would give you significantly more warning and reaction time,” Doom replied calmly.  “And given time, those who desire to work unseen will figure out your blind spots,” the monarch replied.

@Virtualbatgirl (because tumblr is being a quote unquote turd)

“Nah, go ahead. I didn’t really deserve one in the first place and now, i’d ratherbe in the light where it’ll be easier to get my leauge acess back, find max, find out just how the heck I came back with a corpse in the ground, and meet this new kid parading around in my mantle. speaking of which, I really hate to ask for info this soon, especially since well i’d rather know how you were or ask you to cofeee or something, but I need to know and google just isnn’t cutting it. And I figured even if Dinah dosen’t know, you would, because she implied bats vouched for him and just about anything he isn’t paranoidly clutching to his chest for dear life, you know. And knowing you, you wouldn’t be talking to me in person if you had any doubt it was really me" 

Date Night #1 BDN verse

Doran checked his appearance in the pull down mirror in the driver’s seat of his car. His hair was perfect, as was his facial hair for the Gala this evening. He wasn’t a big fan of these type of events, but when a high paying potential client was there to offer him a lucrative mission, well he would make himself enjoy such an event. That was where she came in.

He met her a few days prior and thought she was lovely. She tried to dissuade him from soliciting her services, but he wouldn’t be so easily turned away when it came to money. He made the necessary calls to her agency and managed to secure her for the evening as the gala met her 4 hour minimum. He also had his payment with him in en envelope and he was meeting her at a secure building controlled by her agency.

Something about Victoria enamored him, so he was looking forward to spending time with her almost as much as he was looking forward to hearing the offer from the client.

He arrived at the building and went up to see his +1 for the evening.

Building A Mystery | | virtualbatgirl | | Closed

Jack frowned at the formula on his white board for the hundredth time that day and collapsed into a chair. Try as he might, the equation wouldn’t balance for Batman’s latest anti-toxin. He needed a different element but he couldn’t figure out what. This new bio-weapon was a real masterpiece, unfortunately.

Intel indicated that the US government was doing research into the same class of chemicals and if Jack could just get a peek at their research, he knew he could finish the formula. That was apparently where someone called Oracle came in. Bruce wouldn’t tell him much beyond the name, but it sounded like this person could get information they weren’t supposed to have, which was exactly what he needed. Finger hesitating a moment over the last keystroke, Jack finally admitted defeat and dialed the video channel Bruce had provided.

virtualbatgirl  asked:

You cheat at Monopoly whenever we play! Don't think I missed you and Booster stealing money from the bank pile!

How could you possibly see-!” Ted caught himself. 

“No, we didn’t,” he said smoothly. 

Well, this was embarrassing. Sneaking was supposed to be one of his specialties, after all.