This is going to be my first story on ! I'm so excited to write here, and I hope you guys enjoy Memories Fading!
My name is Barbara Gordon, and right now, I'm hacking into Gotham's most elite security system. Don't worry, I have permission to do it. From Batman. That's right! At least my Dad said Batman wants me to start gaining my reminisces.
Apparently, I lost all my memories.
The doctors, the visitors, my dad (Commissioner James Gordon) keep telling me that it wasn't my fault, and it was only partly his fault.
They won't tell me who /he/ is. According to the bustling nurses and sweaty doctors who speak in hushed whispers they believe my earlobes cannot pick up, /he/ had been drinking. /He/ was only 14. /He/ rescued me from /his/ own assault.
These strange faces, ones that I should remember, ones that are supposedly my friends,keep rubbing my back and comforting me about somebody I don't know. They tell me /he's/ going to be alright. /He's/ in rehab now. /He/ can't hurt me anymore.
So, I'm attempting to:
Take the firewalls down off my highly-secured smartphone. (Can't remember the password!)
Search the G.P.C.D records for traces of /him/. (So annoying! The security there stinks, but I have some sort of internet nanny tracking my databases.)
Remember my friends. (There's a huge wall blocking my memories too!)
My name is Barbara Gordon, and I used to be Gotham's biggest hero.