Oracle Log

by korben600

After the events of Batman Arkham Knight, Barbara Gordon is convinced to write a journal by her father and Tim. Just because Batman is "dead" doesn't mean that Gotham gets quiet. (Note: This is playing fast and loose with the Arkham Games canon. I tried to keep it in line, but there will be some inconsistencies)

1. Chapter 1

Journal entry #1: Dear Dumb diary,

Timothy Jackson Drake- soon to be Timothy Jackson Drake/Gordon as there is no way in hell I am taking Drake as a last name, Barbara Drake sounds like a demented wizard plant- has decided that it would be prudent for me to start a "Journal". This is probably one of the stupidest things he has ever said. And he was a Robin, he has said a lot of stupid things. I have an eidetic memory, or if you don't know what that means, look it up on the internet, search also "autobiographical memory", "Photographic Memory", or "what is the word for when my fiancée can remember every detail of every thing she has ever seen, thus negating the need for any sort of hackable journals that contain extremely sensitive information". Needless to say, I was a little concerned for his mental state. Unfortunately, the pernicious padawan of the Bat actually thought this through and made good points, that while not convincing me, did convince my father, who then got me into it by saying "When your mom died, I was heartbroken, I would have given my right arm to have something that brought her closer to me. Wouldn't you prefer to have something to remember her by?". I hate it when he brings up mom.

So because of that and the fact that he guilt tripped me by saying I owed him for not saying I was Batgirl *note to self, kick BW's undead ass for that when I next get a chance* I am starting this journal. And I have no idea what to put in it. Goddamn you Tim, I remember EVERYTHING from my day, how the hell am I to decide what to put in here? I could talk about the guy on the subway packing a magnum, I could talk about how structurally the Gotham Bridges are outdated and in need of repair, or about how Tim thought that shadowing me to the grocery store would be in any way beneficial, seriously, I'm a big girl Tim, back off. There are literally an infinite amount of things I can talk about, and it's really starting to piss me off how useless and annoying this is.

Whatever, I'm going to go get food, and as far as I care, this "Journal" is done.