12553/Birds Of Prey: Touchbase

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Birds Of Prey: Touchbase
Date of Scene: 14 December 2020
Location: Barbara Gordon's Apartment, Clocktower
Synopsis: Sandy meets Babs face to face.
Cast of Characters: Oracle, Sandra Billings




Oracle has posed:
With the holiday whirlwind it is entirely too easy to miss the forest for the trees as they say. That is, to be so busy with plans and shopping that a person forgets to actually connect with the very people they planned to invite or gift. Barbara has chosen to make an extra effort this season. To just visit with the Birds, not only when "work" is to be done.

Having made some coffee, she checked one last time on the pie she baked. Really baked. It was an engineering feat for the ages. Every measurement was -exact- down to the 1/1000th of a gram. Corners cannot be cut for friends and family after all.

Sandra Billings has posed:
It's rare that Sandy gets a day off from her frantic shifts of patching people up. But, she got lucky for a change. Having had breakfast with her blue furry beau in the morning, she made her way to the address given and reaches out to give a knock on the door.

Today, she is dressed in a pair of relaxed jeans and a baggy cream colored cable knit sweater. Being that she is a tad 'thicker' than most, she buries herself in warm layers. She has never seen Babs 'in person'. It was just that one time in costume, so she is a bit nervous. What if she has scars!? What .. if she's a .. guy? Who knows with these Bat types. They're so mysterious.

"Hello! It's.. Sandy. I'm here." She calls through.

Oracle has posed:
What if she's a nerdy librarian know-it-all type who dresses in sweater vests over turtlenecks with mom-jeans and Keds? get ready for it, 'cause that's today's look. First impression. Meet "Fox Paws" as they say.

Taping her smart watch, Barbara smiles, "Hi Sandy, it's unlocked. You can take the elevator. I mean. unless you really want to climb fifteen flights of firestairs. You can do that, too. If you want." Nerdy.

Sandra Billings has posed:
"I won't even make it three flights."

As she head to the elevator, she steps inside and taps the button for the correct floor. Once she rises up and the doors swish open, she steps out and gives a glance around with her brows lifting. She takes a moment to just drink it all in. This is definitely ... interesting.

"Hello." She calls out, rubbing the back of her neck a bit shyly. "So .. this is .. extra."

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon looks up from the kitchen with a laugh. "That's one way to put it, yep." She wipes her hands on a dish towel and walks over with a smile, adjusting her glasses. "Hi Sandy. I'm Barbara. Or Babs if you prefer. I'm very pleased to get to properly meet you."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"Hi. I'm Sandy. Love your hair. You look so .. uh .. normal." Sandy says with a giggle as she stubs her foot against the ground a few times. "I was expecting you to be missing an eye and have a scar on your face and I don't know, talk about a pirate. Yarr." Her lips curve upwards into a grin.

"So, this is the infamous uh.. Bat.. lair... for girls, huh? Does Batman also have a swanky Penthouse hangout with a gym and super elevator?"

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon laughs and nods, "That's me. Boring and normal. Or as much as anyone in this line of 'work' could be normal, hmm?" She opens her arms but asks before making a move, "Hug?" she offers. "Not the Bat Lair.. the Aerie has been used a few times. Mostly? I just call it the clocktower.. " she grins and shrugs a shoulder. "But no. Both eyes. Near sighted. And no scars on my face. But I could talk like a pirate if you would prefer it..."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"You named it the Aerie? After the underwear line?" Sandy can't help but slide that in a bit with a grin. "You don't have to talk like a pirate. Just last we met, you were in full costume and I was jumping on a grenade for you." She says as she rubs her stomach a bit. "Since then we've just talked over the phone or through coded messages. It's just neat to finally meet you face to face. Like a real superhero."

Continuing to look around, she grins. "So... Babs. Thank you for inviting me over. Maybe one of these days you can meet my beau, Henry McCoy. He is one of the world's leading researchers in mutant genetics and biology. He's been on TV a few times. Big, blue furry guy."

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon laughs. "Um. No. not after an underwear line. It's a nickname you goof." She shakes her head and gestures toward the kitchen, "And that's why I invited you over, Sandy. To get to know you better. And thank you again for that. Obviously it wasn't as rough on you as it would have been on me. But still.." She smiles gratefully. "But I'll note I'm not a superhero... Superman is a superhero. Wonder Woman. Thor." She grins. "I'm well... a vigilante. Just regular girl daring to try and make a difference in her city and in others when possible."

She tilts her head, "Dr. McCoy? Wow. You've caught yourself quite a brilliant man, Ms. Billings" she smiles. "I'm familiar with his work. I have, well, diverse interests and reading habits."

"I hope you like apple pie and vanilla icecream? I've got fresh coffee. Milk. Ice water?" she pauses, "Soder cola too if you like."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"You put spandex on and a cape and you leap around roofs. You're a superhero, 'Batgirl'." Sandy grins at her. "I'm a surgeon. I'm a hero in my own way I suppose. I make sure all of your guts stay in when some idiot decides to try and pull them out of you."

As she settles down, she gives a nod of her head. "I love apple pie and ice cream. I think every girl does. It's a requirement." She eases back into the couch a bit, giggling. "Let me know if you want to meet him. He enjoys meeting my friends and fans of his work."

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon shakes her head, "It's a lot more than Spandex I'll have you know..." grinning. "you're a super hero too, yes. And it's nice to know you're someone I can reach out to if needed some time." She leads over to the sofa then goes to get the pie and drinks. She drinks her coffee black it seems. Offering over a bowl with the pie (still warm) and ice cream, she settles on the other end of the sofa. "Well when you and Dr. McCoy aren't busy it would be fun to meet him, certainly."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"If you don't have holiday plans already, you could meet up with us for drinks. I won't give away your identity though. I know how important it is to keep this and that seperate." Sandy takes a coffee and sips from it, then putsin a few packs of sugar to stir it around. She likes hers sweet. "So, what does .. Barbara Gordon do in a normal day to day? You're the daughter of a police commission. That must be exciting. How did you become .. uh.. Batgirl? What was the motivation to put on dark clothes and punch clowns in the face?"

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon sips her coffee and looks thoughtful at the questions. "I'll have some family obligations. But nothing that will keep me all day. Drinks would be fun, sure" she affirms with a smile. "Woo. Well those are all complicated questions with, obviously, answers just as complicated.... hmmm." She wraps both hands around her mug to steal the warmth.

"First? There really aren't any normal days? I imagine you can relate. There are common threads but day to day? Nothing ever goes routine or simple." A smile. "I'm a CompSci and LibrarySci geek. So, when Batgirl can't be out, Barbara is here usually doing research, investigation, or working to perfect search algorithms to be ever more accurate. Boring stuff, really" she says with a laugh.

"As for punching clowns? I mean. who -doesn't- want to do that? Just on principle? But I decided it was something I could do and... I learned I was good at it. Being Batgirl. Not just punching clowns. But I'm pretty good at that also."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"On my days off, I have normal days. I try and sit around in my sweats all day and watch Netflix and hopefully have a day of Henry over so we can snuggle and have dinner. I try and turn work off the moment I come home. Otherwise I'll probably spend all day sobbing over every little detail."

"I hate clowns. I especially hate /your/ clowns. They're the worst." She admits with a grin. "I haven't ever been a big fan, but afte that night, I wrote them off."

Oracle has posed:
Barbara Gordon nods. "I stand corrected. Rightfully." She smiles apologetically. "I don't really consider all of the things I do to be work any more, really.. They're just part of who I am now. If something happens I'm going to jump in and help. I can't stop myself I guess?" She nibbles at pie and icecream.

"Yeah. Our clowns are well past insane and homicidal. It seems to be a Gotham thing. Guess we're just lucky that way.."