Here's a quick little chapter, I'm working on several that will hopefully be up soon but I though you all might like a short chapter. So here we go, please enjoy.
This chapter takes place right before It Has To Be A Joke Ch.6
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She was waiting for Dick to return from his mission, a book in hand curled up on her couch when the doorbell rang. At this time of night only two people would be visiting her, Dick would have walked right in meaning it could only be her father.
"Hang on Daddy, I'll be right there" Barbara called marking her place in her book and setting it down. She padded down the hall quickly not wasting time to look through the peephole as she pulled the door open.
A pale face and blood red lips greeted her, his smile cruel and hate filled.
"Sorry deary but Daddy isn't coming"
Barbara froze as the Joker sneered at her, a voice in the back of her head begged her to move to react to do anything. But she was couldn't her body refused to heed her minds warning, even as she watched the Joker pull the trigger. The sound of the blast deafening as she watched in slow motion as the bullet left the chamber, the flash of gunpowder as it ignited, the way Jokers hand jerked just the tiniest amount from the force of the explosion.
White hot pain exploded in her abdomen, ripping her backwards as all the air in her longs vanished. And for a while she knew nothing but pain. Nothing put searing knifes tearing her apart from the inside-out. And then there was a hand on her face.
"Look at me! Come on girly, I know I didn't kill you! Look at me!"
Unfocused eyes swam as they tried to find his face tried to take in what was happening, and then suddenly everything was clear and sharp in a way it had never been before. Every detail assaulted her with a sharpness she didn't understand.
He hovered above her, his hand gripping her chin forcing her to look at him. To see his face inches from hers, eyeing her with crazed fascination. His pupils blown-out and surrounded by blood shot white, his green greasy hair dangling carelessly over the crown of his head, rotted yellow teeth showing behind sneering vivid red lips.
He leaned in close, the hand on her chin tangled itself in her hair and the other danced along her waist. Embracing her like a lover he leaned forward lips brushing against her ear, breath hot on her neck and she shivered.
"I'll let your bird know he was too late."
Then he was gone.
For a moment Barbara wondered if this was all a dream. But the pain washed over her with a renewed vigor and darkness clouded her vision and she almost gave into unconsciousness to an oblivion without pain.
Fight. The voice called out, sounding hauntingly like Dick's and she pushed away the darkness. She was still alive she still had a chance, she forced herself to finally move to react to do something. Her arms where the only thing that responded as they dragged her down the hall and into her living room, leaving behind a trail of crimson. Groping blindly for the panic button that Bruce and forced on her that she had fought against. But in that moment the weight of it was the only reassurance she had, her last tie to this world, to the hope that she might make it.
She squeezed the button a tightly as she could holding it close to her chest and waited. Waited to Dick to come rescue her, for Bruce to come bursting in, for everything to be okay despite the growing pool around her.
And as she lay there in own blood slowly dying she came to a terrifying realization, her legs were gone. Even if she lived Batgirl was dead.
She would never fly with Nightwing again.
Nightwing would lose his partner tonight.
The team would lose a hero.
She was dying.
She was dead.
"Barbara" Bruce's graveled voice called out through the darkness.
"sorry"
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Soccernin19