Disclaimer: I don't own Batman
A/n: I am in a wheelchair, because of a disability named Cerebral Palsy. It mainly affects my legs, I can't walk, so I understand what the character of Barbara Gordon/Oracle goes through, watching people you know and love do things you only wish you could. So I feel a kinship of sorts with this particular character. This is a short Drabble.
Another night, another shift in the digital world. The world I am uninhibited in, unrestricted by physical limitations present in the real world. Although I don't delude myself, I know my situation; it is nice to get away for awhile; to be useful. I am not bitter, this is the lot I was handed and I make do with what I have.
I push myself to the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee. Oh chocolate colored liquid god of crime-fighters, bless me with your pure caffeinated magic.
My day job calls and I find myself in the hallowed halls of knowledge over which I hold power yet I find myself yearning for the molded plastic keys to be beneath my fingertips, to hear the tapping of their movement and the barked orders of my boss.
I wait, on auto-pilot mode, for night to come once more and allow my transformation.
I am the information broker called 'Oracle'; this is my calling.