Chapter 4 - Blind Rage
"DINAH NO!!!" Barbara shouted as she said reaching out, as if she had possessed some telekinesis and tried to pull the knife out. Her wheelchair gave way under her and she fell to the floor. Ignoring the sudden pain her right shoulder she crawled up to Dinah. As she reached her she looked into the girl's eyes for some indication of life. Suddenly Dinah blinked. "Dinah?! Oh please God! Dinah?" Barbara cried out softly. "Barbara?" Dinah breathed out, her voice barely audible. Her eyes slowly rolled to her right until they locked with Barbara's. "I'm here," Barbara said fighting off the tears. She saw that there was no hope for Dinah; the ever-present fire in the young girl's eyes had faded. Barbara was slowly loosing her foster child; the only loved one she had left in the world. She grabbed Dinah's bloodied hand and held it tight, "I'm here."
Slowly she watched as the last sign of life slipped away and Dinah breathed out her last breath. Barbara's whole body shook as she slowly lowered her head and rested her forehead on Dinah's.
********* FLASHBACK ********* Barbara moved along side Dinah. She didn't know how Dinah felt, but she felt oddly overbearing. Like a mother seeing her child off to the unknown. Sure Dinah had been in high school before in Missouri, but she had grown strangely attached to this young girl who was now taping steps into a new world and Barbara felt protective, like she had been with Helena.
"How are you doing?" she asked the girl. "It's exciting. At home I hated going to school. There were no secrets in a small town, I was a freak and everybody knew it. Everybody. But here, it's like a fresh start. Y'know, no one even knows who I am," Dinah replies. Her voice did sound excited. Barbara hoped things here would be different for Dinah.
They stop near a stairwell, students walk past them.
"Well, you know where my classroom is if you need anything," Barbara said looking up at her. She pats Dinah's sweater, straightening it out.
"You have your schedule?"
Dinah holds up the paper in her hand. Barbara moves her hand up, strokes the young girl's hair, patting it into place.
"Locker assignment?"
Dinah again holds up the paper, indicating she's got it covered.
"Okay."
"Barbara? You're channeling June Cleaver," Dinah said
Barbara smiled sheepishly, "Right, sorry. Um, have fun. I'll see you later," she said. ******* PRESENT *******
Barbara opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out, the pain was just too great. Her body quivered with every breath she took, she grabbed the fabric of Dinah's long sleeved vest and held it as tight as she could in a fist. She stayed there for a while, trying to let go.
Finally she lifted her head and kissed Dinah's forehead. Her eyes opened, they were no longer the eyes of Oracle or Barbara Gordon. Her eyes spelled rage, anger and hate! Barbara's whole face had changed. She had made the decision, she was going to kill.
"DINAH NO!!!" Barbara shouted as she said reaching out, as if she had possessed some telekinesis and tried to pull the knife out. Her wheelchair gave way under her and she fell to the floor. Ignoring the sudden pain her right shoulder she crawled up to Dinah. As she reached her she looked into the girl's eyes for some indication of life. Suddenly Dinah blinked. "Dinah?! Oh please God! Dinah?" Barbara cried out softly. "Barbara?" Dinah breathed out, her voice barely audible. Her eyes slowly rolled to her right until they locked with Barbara's. "I'm here," Barbara said fighting off the tears. She saw that there was no hope for Dinah; the ever-present fire in the young girl's eyes had faded. Barbara was slowly loosing her foster child; the only loved one she had left in the world. She grabbed Dinah's bloodied hand and held it tight, "I'm here."
Slowly she watched as the last sign of life slipped away and Dinah breathed out her last breath. Barbara's whole body shook as she slowly lowered her head and rested her forehead on Dinah's.
********* FLASHBACK ********* Barbara moved along side Dinah. She didn't know how Dinah felt, but she felt oddly overbearing. Like a mother seeing her child off to the unknown. Sure Dinah had been in high school before in Missouri, but she had grown strangely attached to this young girl who was now taping steps into a new world and Barbara felt protective, like she had been with Helena.
"How are you doing?" she asked the girl. "It's exciting. At home I hated going to school. There were no secrets in a small town, I was a freak and everybody knew it. Everybody. But here, it's like a fresh start. Y'know, no one even knows who I am," Dinah replies. Her voice did sound excited. Barbara hoped things here would be different for Dinah.
They stop near a stairwell, students walk past them.
"Well, you know where my classroom is if you need anything," Barbara said looking up at her. She pats Dinah's sweater, straightening it out.
"You have your schedule?"
Dinah holds up the paper in her hand. Barbara moves her hand up, strokes the young girl's hair, patting it into place.
"Locker assignment?"
Dinah again holds up the paper, indicating she's got it covered.
"Okay."
"Barbara? You're channeling June Cleaver," Dinah said
Barbara smiled sheepishly, "Right, sorry. Um, have fun. I'll see you later," she said. ******* PRESENT *******
Barbara opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out, the pain was just too great. Her body quivered with every breath she took, she grabbed the fabric of Dinah's long sleeved vest and held it as tight as she could in a fist. She stayed there for a while, trying to let go.
Finally she lifted her head and kissed Dinah's forehead. Her eyes opened, they were no longer the eyes of Oracle or Barbara Gordon. Her eyes spelled rage, anger and hate! Barbara's whole face had changed. She had made the decision, she was going to kill.