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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 4, 2024 6:39:41 GMT
Summary: For years Barbara Gordon had fought to try and keep a traumatic experience from her past locked away for good. When visiting a place that has brought her nothing but bad memories her fight for survival proves to be harder than she realized. An unexpected family member reminds her that she doesn't need to survive what she went through alone.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 5, 2024 2:38:16 GMT
Summary: For years Barbara Gordon had fought to try and keep a traumatic experience from her past locked away for good. When visiting a place that has brought her nothing but bad memories her fight for survival proves to be harder than she realized. An unexpected family member reminds her that she doesn't need to survive what she went through alone. Looking forward to the story and Barbara's recovery with the assistance of her family!  |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 7, 2024 1:10:52 GMT
"I'm always in that house, I'm always in that room, I couldn't get out"  Two-story high, quiet gated community, the perfect home for someone young to start a new life and perhaps a family. But unfortunately for Barbara Gordon, it is the home that had put her in a nightmarish loop that would never end. 'Go away, turn back, there's no reason to reopen an old wound' the rational part of her brain screams inside her as she stares up at the structure that used to be her home. She wants so badly to listen to that part of her brain, but her more stubborn side says this is the only way to face her fear and put it behind her. Barbara would try to put on a brave face, not for anyone but herself, yet she can't stop her hands from shaking. Located within the gated community that was barely outside of Gotham. She had plans for this home with a combination of doing some part-time work at the GCPD and working an internship at Star Labs. Unfortunately, those plans were shattered when an unwelcome guest decided to disrupt everything she tried to build.  |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 7, 2024 1:31:01 GMT
"I'm always in that house, I'm always in that room, I couldn't get out" Two-story high, quiet gated community, the perfect home for someone young to start a new life and perhaps a family. But unfortunately for Barbara Gordon, it is the home that had put her in a nightmarish loop that would never end. 'Go away, turn back, there's no reason to reopen an old wound' the rational part of her brain screams inside her as she stares up at the structure that used to be her home. She wants so badly to listen to that part of her brain, but her more stubborn side says this is the only way to face her fear and put it behind her. Barbara would try to put on a brave face, not for anyone but herself, yet she can't stop her hands from shaking. Located within the gated community that was barely outside of Gotham. She had plans for this home with a combination of doing some part-time work at the GCPD and working an internship at Star Labs. Unfortunately, those plans were shattered when an unwelcome guest decided to disrupt everything she tried to build. A somber beginning to Barbara's healing process as she faces the tragedy of that day and the horror of what The Joker did to her and her father. Already more respectful than how the comic itself treated her. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 7, 2024 1:45:53 GMT
"I'm always in that house, I'm always in that room, I couldn't get out" Two-story high, quiet gated community, the perfect home for someone young to start a new life and perhaps a family. But unfortunately for Barbara Gordon, it is the home that had put her in a nightmarish loop that would never end. 'Go away, turn back, there's no reason to reopen an old wound' the rational part of her brain screams inside her as she stares up at the structure that used to be her home. She wants so badly to listen to that part of her brain, but her more stubborn side says this is the only way to face her fear and put it behind her. Barbara would try to put on a brave face, not for anyone but herself, yet she can't stop her hands from shaking. Located within the gated community that was barely outside of Gotham. She had plans for this home with a combination of doing some part-time work at the GCPD and working an internship at Star Labs to be able to afford living in a place like this. Unfortunately, those plans were shattered when an unwelcome guest decided to disrupt everything she tried to build. A somber beginning to Barbara's healing process as she faces the tragedy of that day and the horror of what The Joker did to her and her father. Already more respectful than how the comic itself treated her. Somehow the animated adaptation made it worse. But the less said about that the better. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 7, 2024 1:50:59 GMT
A somber beginning to Barbara's healing process as she faces the tragedy of that day and the horror of what The Joker did to her and her father. Already more respectful than how the comic itself treated her. Somehow the animated adaptation made it worse. But the less said about that the better. We don't talk about that trainwreck.  Seriously, if they wanted to do a Prequel to the events of KJ...why not just use the Batgirl story from Arkham Knight? It was practically gift wrapped for them! |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 7, 2024 2:11:39 GMT
She reaches in her pocket to pull out her home key. From this point forward it was as if her body has gone into full autopilot and she's on the outside looking in. When she stopped at the front door and opened it her mindscape could hear a loud knocking sound the moment her hands touched the handle.
Barbara took a deep breath and then opened the door. Within the dark confines of her memory, replaying the events from that night, it showcased the door being kicked open then she realized too little too late who was behind it. She cant get his face out of her mind. Or that twisted smile of his. As Batgirl she has had her own share of encounters with him but and always showcased that trademark smile of his. But something was different. When she looked beyond the smile she noticed what lurked behind it. And that terrified her the most. Before Barbara could even react he had his gun drawn to her.
*BANG*
Barbara gasped and instinctually clutched the side of her ribs. She looked around and all she could see was an empty house. She closed the door behind her and, as if in a daze, ventured towards the living room.
Like a movie projector, her memory replayed the scene of his thugs holding her down. Pinning her as their leader pulled out a phone. Laughing that sickening laugh, mocking her as he knelt next to her and propped his phone up. Recalling how he mentioned she and her father are stars of a play he's producing.
Barbara remembers demanding where her dad is. He mocked how spirited she was despite her circumstances. Which would make her part of the play all the more grand. He promised he'd show her where her father was. After propping up his phone he says to her. "It's Showtime!"
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 7, 2024 2:50:47 GMT
Barbara couldn't remember when it started but tears started to fall. She couldn't remember which was the worst, seeing his goons attack her dad or what came after. She had to pause for a moment to collect herself. She wiped her tears away then reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of water.
It was all a show to him. All of it! Some sick stage plays for an audience of one. There were parts of that night she'd tell her therapist then there were other parts of that night she didn't. Such as the part of him dolling her up with clown makeup.
(You can do this, you can do this) She silently encouraged herself. She knows what comes next but it's the part that even her nightmares would cut off. But she knew it was the one part of her memory she must confront. He's dead. And she will be damned if she'll let him have the satisfaction of terrorizing her from beyond the grave.
She took a deep breath then exhaled and continued her journey upstairs.
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 7, 2024 3:33:18 GMT
She couldn't recall the journey there, by that point she was trapped between what she could describe as a waking nightmare and the dazed reality of her body guiding her to the point she tried to block out. The next thing she knew she is slumped against the far corner of her bedroom with her knees pulled up to her chest. Hugging herself in a desperate attempt of comfort. Her body is shaking and she's convinced that she's five seconds away from a panic attack but her gaze fixated at the spot where her bed used to be.
She closed her eyes as her mind drift back. She imagined, despite her state, trying with all her might to fight back but she's dealing with a psychopath who wasn't suffering from a gunshot wound like she was. A few punches to the face stopped that. With one hand pinning her arms over her head then another grabbing her throat. Part of her prayed that she'd drift into unconsciousness. The sight of him looming over her made him look more monsterous than she remembered him. He leaned down and whispered in a cold tone, "How dense did you think I am? I knew it was you"
That was the moment when Barbara would wake up from her nightmare. And she'd curl up in a ball crying herself back to sleep.
This time however she'd feel two hands on her shoulders. They weren't rough, they were gentle and comforting. It didn't stop her from jumping up and brought her hands up in a defensive manner. "NO!!" Barbara screamed with her back pressed against the wall so hard she could leave a crack in it.
"Woah woah hey. Red it's just me"
That familiar voice caused her to blink a few times. She remembers the exercises her therapist told her. She's in the bedroom but it's empty. The person before her wasn't..HIM but that of Jason Todd. She gave Barbara some much needed space and held her hands up in a non threatening manner.
"Jaye?"
Jason smiled and nods, "Yeah"
Barbara's eyes scanned her. "H-How"
Jason gave her the short version of Cass informing her of where she is. And that's after Damien informed Cassinater and Steph of Barbara's intentions of confronting her past. Cass and Steph were handling a case in Gotham but vowed to check on Barbara when they were done.
"And before you say I don't have to be here, look at who you're talking to. You honestly think I'd let you handle this on your own?"
Barbara sighed, feeling both physically and emotionally exhausted. "There's no point in arguing with you is there?"
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 7, 2024 3:44:03 GMT
She reaches in her pocket to pull out her home key. From this point forward it was as if her body has gone into full autopilot and she's on the outside looking in. When she stopped at the front door and opened it her mindscape could hear a loud knocking sound the moment her hands touched the handle. Barbara took a deep breath and then opened the door. Within the dark confines of her memory, replaying the events from that night, it showcased the door being kicked open then she realized too little too late who was behind it. She cant get his face out of her mind. Or that twisted smile of his. As Batgirl she has had her own share of encounters with him but and always showcased that trademark smile of his. But something was different. When she looked beyond the smile she noticed what lurked behind it. And that terrified her the most. Before Barbara could even react he had his gun drawn to her. *BANG* Barbara gasped and instinctually clutched the side of her ribs. She looked around and all she could see was an empty house. She closed the door behind her and, as if in a daze, ventured towards the living room. Like a movie projector, her memory replayed the scene of his thugs holding her down. Pinning her as their leader pulled out a phone. Laughing that sickening laugh, mocking her as he knelt next to her and propped his phone up. Recalling how he mentioned she and her father are stars of a play he's producing.
Barbara remembers demanding where her dad is. He mocked how spirited she was despite her circumstances. Which would make her part of the play all the more grand. He promised he'd show her where her father was. After propping up his phone he says to her. "It's Showtime!"Barbara couldn't remember when it started but tears started to fall. She couldn't remember which was the worst, seeing his goons attack her dad or what came after. She had to pause for a moment to collect herself. She wiped her tears away then reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of water. It was all a show to him. All of it! Some sick stage plays for an audience of one. There were parts of that night she'd tell her therapist then there were other parts of that night she didn't. Such as the part of him dolling her up with clown makeup. (You can do this, you can do this) She silently encouraged herself. She knows what comes next but it's the part that even her nightmares would cut off. But she knew it was the one part of her memory she must confront. He's dead. And she will be damned if she'll let him have the satisfaction of terrorizing her from beyond the grave. She took a deep breath then exhaled and continued her journey upstairs. Dark and tragic but treated with the seriousness it deserves. Plus, Joker putting clown makeup on Barbara is just way more in character than stripping her was in the comic. Bleh. It's nice to see what happened being taken seriously after the comic itself just shrugged after it happened, down to Batman having a laugh with Joker. The whole scene and situation is definitely tragic but there's an element of power to it with Barbara refusing to back down and face and overcome her fears. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 7, 2024 3:57:33 GMT
She couldn't recall the journey there, by that point she was trapped between what she could describe as a waking nightmare and the dazed reality of her body guiding her to the point she tried to block out. The next thing she knew she is slumped against the far corner of her bedroom with her knees pulled up to her chest. Hugging herself in a desperate attempt of comfort. Her body is shaking and she's convinced that she's five seconds away from a panic attack but her gaze fixated at the spot where her bed used to be. She closed her eyes as her mind drift back. She imagined, despite her state, trying with all her might to fight back but she's dealing with a psychopath who wasn't suffering from a gunshot wound like she was. A few punches to the face stopped that. With one hand pinning her arms over her head then another grabbing her throat. Part of her prayed that she'd drift into unconsciousness. The sight of him looming over her made him look more monsterous than she remembered him. He leaned down and whispered in a cold tone, "How dense did you think I am? I knew it was you" That was the moment when Barbara would wake up from her nightmare. And she'd curl up in a ball crying herself back to sleep. This time however she'd feel two hands on her shoulders. They weren't rough, they were gentle and comforting. It didn't stop her from jumping up and brought her hands up in a defensive manner. "NO!!" Barbara screamed with her back pressed against the wall so hard she could leave a crack in it. "Woah woah hey. Red it's just me" That familiar voice caused her to blink a few times. She remembers the exercises her therapist told her. She's in the bedroom but it's empty. The person before her wasn't..HIM but that of Jason Todd. She gave Barbara some much needed space and held her hands up in a non threatening manner. "Jaye?" Jason smiled and nods, "Yeah" Barbara's eyes scanned her. "H-How" Jason gave her the short version of Cass informing her of where she is. And that's after Damien informed Cassinater and Steph of Barbara's intentions of confronting her past. Cass and Steph were handling a case in Gotham but vowed to check on Barbara when they were done. "And before you say I don't have to be here, look at who you're talking to. You honestly think I'd let you handle this on your own?" Barbara sighed, feeling both physically and emotionally exhausted. "There's no point in arguing with you is there?" And Jason comes in at the clutch like the amazing friend she is! Oh yeah and Jason's female in this 'verse! Nice touch! Yeah, it makes sense that the two members of the BatFam who suffered the most at Joker's hands to be there to support each other during their own recoveries. It's a long and hard process for both of them but having a support group and caring friends/family can make that journey much easier. Kudos on mentioning Cassandra and Steph! |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 7, 2024 4:23:30 GMT
She couldn't recall the journey there, by that point she was trapped between what she could describe as a waking nightmare and the dazed reality of her body guiding her to the point she tried to block out. The next thing she knew she is slumped against the far corner of her bedroom with her knees pulled up to her chest. Hugging herself in a desperate attempt of comfort. Her body is shaking and she's convinced that she's five seconds away from a panic attack but her gaze fixated at the spot where her bed used to be. She closed her eyes as her mind drift back. She imagined, despite her state, trying with all her might to fight back but she's dealing with a psychopath who wasn't suffering from a gunshot wound like she was. A few punches to the face stopped that. With one hand pinning her arms over her head then another grabbing her throat. Part of her prayed that she'd drift into unconsciousness. The sight of him looming over her made him look more monsterous than she remembered him. He leaned down and whispered in a cold tone, "How dense did you think I am? I knew it was you" That was the moment when Barbara would wake up from her nightmare. And she'd curl up in a ball crying herself back to sleep. This time however she'd feel two hands on her shoulders. They weren't rough, they were gentle and comforting. It didn't stop her from jumping up and brought her hands up in a defensive manner. "NO!!" Barbara screamed with her back pressed against the wall so hard she could leave a crack in it. "Woah woah hey. Red it's just me" That familiar voice caused her to blink a few times. She remembers the exercises her therapist told her. She's in the bedroom but it's empty. The person before her wasn't..HIM but that of Jason Todd. She gave Barbara some much needed space and held her hands up in a non threatening manner. "Jaye?" Jason smiled and nods, "Yeah" Barbara's eyes scanned her. "H-How" Jason gave her the short version of Cass informing her of where she is. And that's after Damien informed Cassinater and Steph of Barbara's intentions of confronting her past. Cass and Steph were handling a case in Gotham but vowed to check on Barbara when they were done. "And before you say I don't have to be here, look at who you're talking to. You honestly think I'd let you handle this on your own?" Barbara sighed, feeling both physically and emotionally exhausted. "There's no point in arguing with you is there?" "Even the little demon considers that a wasted effort" Jason says proudly, "Sooo. Mind if I join you" Barbara shrugs, she relaxed but hugged her knees to her chest. Jason approached her and took a seat on the wooden floor next to her. Her eyes fixated on the lady known as Oracle. She carefully reached up and brush the strains of Babs hair away from her face then rubs the center of her back in a comforting manner. "He's dead." Barbara says flatly "What I keep reminding myself" Jason nods "Then why do I still feel his-" Barbara croaked and buries her face on her knees. "Barb. He was a monster. A nightmare come to life. The things that he did was...unforgivable. But you beat him. You didn't let him break you. Even your Dad didn't give him that satisfaction during his final moments. That clown is dead and the people that he hurt can rest easy with that fact" Jason say, pulling her soul sister in a comforting hug. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 7, 2024 19:15:12 GMT
She couldn't recall the journey there, by that point she was trapped between what she could describe as a waking nightmare and the dazed reality of her body guiding her to the point she tried to block out. The next thing she knew she is slumped against the far corner of her bedroom with her knees pulled up to her chest. Hugging herself in a desperate attempt of comfort. Her body is shaking and she's convinced that she's five seconds away from a panic attack but her gaze fixated at the spot where her bed used to be. She closed her eyes as her mind drift back. She imagined, despite her state, trying with all her might to fight back but she's dealing with a psychopath who wasn't suffering from a gunshot wound like she was. A few punches to the face stopped that. With one hand pinning her arms over her head then another grabbing her throat. Part of her prayed that she'd drift into unconsciousness. The sight of him looming over her made him look more monsterous than she remembered him. He leaned down and whispered in a cold tone, "How dense did you think I am? I knew it was you" That was the moment when Barbara would wake up from her nightmare. And she'd curl up in a ball crying herself back to sleep. This time however she'd feel two hands on her shoulders. They weren't rough, they were gentle and comforting. It didn't stop her from jumping up and brought her hands up in a defensive manner. "NO!!" Barbara screamed with her back pressed against the wall so hard she could leave a crack in it. "Woah woah hey. Red it's just me" That familiar voice caused her to blink a few times. She remembers the exercises her therapist told her. She's in the bedroom but it's empty. The person before her wasn't..HIM but that of Jason Todd. She gave Barbara some much needed space and held her hands up in a non threatening manner. "Jaye?" Jason smiled and nods, "Yeah" Barbara's eyes scanned her. "H-How" Jason gave her the short version of Cass informing her of where she is. And that's after Damien informed Cassinater and Steph of Barbara's intentions of confronting her past. Cass and Steph were handling a case in Gotham but vowed to check on Barbara when they were done. "And before you say I don't have to be here, look at who you're talking to. You honestly think I'd let you handle this on your own?" Barbara sighed, feeling both physically and emotionally exhausted. "There's no point in arguing with you is there?" "Even the little demon considers that a wasted effort" Jason says proudly, "Sooo. Mind if I join you" Barbara shrugs, she relaxed but hugged her knees to her chest. Jason approached her and took a seat on the wooden floor next to her. Her eyes fixated on the lady known as Oracle. She carefully reached up and brush the strains of Babs hair away from her face then rubs the center of her back in a comforting manner. "He's dead." Barbara says flatly "What I keep reminding myself" Jason nods "Then why do I still feel his-" Barbara croaked and buries her face on her knees. "Barb. He was a monster. A nightmare come to life. The things that he did was...unforgivable. But you beat him. You didn't let him break you. Even your Dad didn't give him that satisfaction during his final moments. That clown is dead and the people that he hurt can rest easy with that fact" Jason say, pulling her soul sister in a comforting hug. Damian: "Face me in battle, Todd!"  Seriously though, this is sweet of her. After everything the clown put them through and all of their pain and they're still here, recovering and healing together. The monster that hurt them so much in the past is dead and gone now. And nobody misses him. Now the healing process can begin and they can move forward with their lives. |
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