AN - Hey! Just another little one-shot I came up with. Like the last one, the story is unbetaed. Enjoy!
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The slight breeze from the open window woke her instantly. It was late at night and the room was dark the only light to see by was the soft glow of the moon shining in, but she knew he was there. She did not need to be able to see him, she could feel him, standing there, watching her. She slowly reached down to the gun she kept strapped to her thigh and griped it
"What are you doing here?" she croaked, her voice was dry and horse as if she had not used it for a long time. She got no response, not that she had honestly expecting one. "You're not welcome here!"
"I know"
"Get out!"
"No" rage encompassed her face and she pulled at the gun and aimed it at him.
"That wasn't a request! Leave now!"
"A gun Barbara? I thought you to be better then that."
"Ya, a gun. It belonged to my dad, thanks to you it's all I have left of him!"
"Barbara, please," His voice took on a pleading tone "I just came to talk"
"Talk?! TALK?! Its two years too late for that Batman. Now if you don't leave in the next ten seconds I'll-"
"You'll what, kill me?"
"I'd be doing the world a favor"
"Maybe. I am the last one left now, the other Justice Lords have been striped of their power and imprisoned" what ever she had been expecting him to say, it was not that. "I need your help" her eyes narrowed, and she refused to lower the gun.
"So the other Lords are gone. Good for you, now you don't have to share power with anyone. My guess, the only reason you're here is because you somehow found out I've been helping the resistance army and you want me to tell you where they are so you can 'restore order'. Shove it up you ass Bruce, I'm not helping you" The gun was still pointed at him, and had not moved an inch.
"Your interesting combination of cockiness and modesty, Barbara. You've not so well hidden that I have not known were you are this whole time. I chose not to come and find you; I could have blown the whistle on you at any time. I also know that you are not merely helping the army, you are the army or are you going to try and deny it, Oracle?" The gun still hadn't moved.
"Well if you've known all this time, then how come you never brought me in?" He pulled back his cowl and gave her a mournful look.
"You know why" The two them locked eyes and something traveled between. She still would not lower the gun.
"Ya Bruce, I guess I do, but it's too late for that now"
"I know" he took a step closer to the bed and Barbara responded by cocking the gun. "I was doing what I thought was right"
"Is that what you tell Dick when you visit his grave?" Batman sighed and turned away. Reaching up he pulled his cowl back over his head and turned to face her again, the gun still pointing at him.
"I want to restore the world to what it was and I can't do it alone" Barbara stared at him for long moment before giving a short nod and lowering the gun.
"I'll talk to the others and see what they have to say."
"Thank you" and he turned toward the window preparing to leave
"Batman!" he turned back to her "No matter what we decide, it's not going to change anything; I'm still going to hate you" he turned back to the window and jumped up onto the sill.
"For what it's worth Barbara; I am sorry" and he was gone.
Streaks of light were just starting to fill the sky and Barbara took a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes. Then she hoisted herself up and into the wheelchair that sat next to her bed.
She had work to do.