9517/Break to wake a Misfit

Break to wake a Misfit
Date of Scene:	10 October 2019
Location:	Barbara Gordon's Apartment, Clocktower
Synopsis:	Babs comes home to find Charlie sedated.. the two converse about the future of the Cowl. Fin.
Cast of Characters:	Oracle, Misfit

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Oracle has posed:
It has been a long night.

Babs rarely leaves the Clocktower as is, but rarely does it end the way tonight has. Rarely, that is, being never. Staring at the... She sighs quietly on the ride up the elevator to her apartment remembering the image... body of her mentor.

The stoic faced Barbara Gordon stares down at her feet with her glasses held in her right hand, the left crossed over her green tanktop, pushing at the flap of her black Members Only Jacket opening it just slightly.

DING.

Into the apartment, "Charlie? You here?"

Misfit has posed:
I mean honestly it was a little odd Charlie didn't show up at the cave. I mean she has been disclosed about Bruce and is a foolishly courageous after all.

She hasn't been answering her comms. Her tracker has been in the clocktower the whole time without movement in her gear or her phone.

She hasn't called or panicked about the news that is all the news media is covering right now on like every channel.

Super strange.

She also doesn't answer when Barbara asks if she is here, the door to her room is cracked open though, but not fully closed or opened.

Oracle has posed:
Babs doesn't know the extent of Bruces plans to keep them all safe because she would have /never/ agreed to sedating Charlie.

Seeing the door cracked, the redhead rubs at her forehead and replaces her glasses so her hands are free to remove her jacket and hang it up in the closet near the door. Her boots are toe'heeled off and left beside the door as well. Padding towards the kitchen to get herself some wine.. There's dried blood on her pants and green tank top...

That's one more thing she has to do at some point.

Right now she needs to check on Charlie.

Poor kid just got to know who Batman was and now...

"Charlie?" Padding up the steps towards the teens room, leaning in towards the door to know with the back of her knuckles holding her wineglass. "You in there, kiddo?"

Misfit has posed:
She can teleport, range unknown, what in the Batcave could stop the young Misfit from actually popping right to Bruce's side.

I mean sure she couldn't take anyone with her for reasons she still hasn't talked about >at all< but she is a teleporter.

She would have been in severe danger and wouldn't have been able to help him.

Charlie is zonked out on the bed, a drool stain by her on the comforter. Not under the covers snoozing just on the top of the bed laid out still wearing uniform. Not the Misfit one she made herself, even with the new utility belt with some better gear.

Her school uniform from the place Babs is sending her.

I mean she isn't in a coma, breathing, but out like a damn light.

A small spray canister is on her nightstand left there carefully. Bruce's cursive on a note by it, /Use me/.

Oracle has posed:
Babs pushes the door open with her wrist and peers inside, "Charli- CHARLIE!"

THe glass is set aside on the table, Babs dropping down onto the bed beside the zonked out teenager to give her a sharp shake. She cannot handle seeing someone else die tonight, maybe worse that it's her... daughter?

That's still a lot to unpack.

Her eyes look around quickly and spy the spray bottle with narrowed gaze.. quickly, she snaps it up and sprays it across the young girls face, "Fucking Bruce.." Under her breath. First he'd trapped them all in the batcave, now he was sedating teenagers?

Misfit has posed:
There is a snort and then a cough from the teenager as she makes a face without opening her eyes.

Her breathing has definitely changed, picking up very quick with the spray hitting her lungs and her system. The lungs are one of the fastest delivery systems after all.

There is a another snrrk noise and a very big yawn there and then a groan as she rolls a bit to the side. She is going to be a bit sore from not moving enough sleeping for like hours and hours. "Uhhn..." she complains and opens her eyes squinting. "What time is it...." things are a bit fuzzy like when she fell asleep and all.

Oracle has posed:
"After two." Babs says to Charlie, waiting there with relief in her features.

Her clothes has dried blood on it. A dark dried stain that's as much a symbol as any bat could be. The can is set back on the table so her empty hand can lay across the teenagers shoulder, "How long have you been sleeping? What's the last thing you remember?" Green eyes glance away, looking around the room for signs that Bruce had come in, but not really expecting to find one.

Misfit has posed:
Everything hasn't really registered with the teenager yet. I mean she rubs her eyes and tries to shake the unconsciousness as she moves to sit up now. "After two... jeepers I slept .. uh... um... " urgn sleepy math.

"I got came home from school early ... got a message about needing to come home and Batman was here and ... " she yawns again and stretches a bit more trying to work the kinks out.

Then she vanishes with slash of purple smoke and is sitting in her desk chair looking, much, much more alert. "God.. there better.... I ... uh.. I don't remember laying down for a nap?" confused.

Honestly it is like the teleport cleared her system of whatever Bruce dosed her with.

Oracle has posed:
Babs doesn't even flinch at the teleportation. Her hand settles down the bed where Charlie's shoulder hand been, eyes focusing on some random spot on the floor.

"Have you seen the news yet?" She asks quietly, knowing what the answers going to be.

Green eyes turn a little to look back at the teenager. "There was a fight tonight, Charlie. Superman ... something happened to him. We don't know what.. but he started hurting people. Killing them, I think." Her mouth is suddenly dry, but to her credit she doesn't look like she's going to cry.

Still, she stands up and walks over to grab the wine glass off of Charlies work desk.

"Bruce went to talk sense... or to fight him. I don't really know what his intentions were.." She drains half the glass in a swallow, "Bruce... was very badly hurt. He died..." She blows out a long sigh and leans her hip against the table, half sitting on the edge. "We were able to bring him back, with Doctor Thompkins help, but it doesn't look good."

Misfit has posed:
Charlie pops back over to sit on the bed once more nd then rubs her face getting the drool mark off her cheek, it is still there even if she isn't dosed anymore. She is half listening really though when Barbara keeps talking she tilts her head a bit.

You know like a dog listening or seeing something it doesnt really comprehend.

"Mr. Wayne and Damian were talking about Superman being taken over by a intergalatic despot and we were going to have a meeting about it ... I think that was Saturday..." sort of rambling confused "It seemed unreal..."

Then the part of about Bruce fighting Superman... her eyes .. .go very ... very wide... and she just stares at Babs going pale there and confused "What..."

"I mean... " then the bit about him being brought back sinks in. "oh thank goodness..." she slips up to her feet and actually wrings her hands a little bit. "What are we going to do??"

Oracle has posed:
Babs finishs her wine and sets the glass down behind her on the table near her hip.

"I don't know yet. We're still working on that.. He locked all of us in the Batcave though... so clearly he had some idea that we'd have come to help.." Looking down at the floor, palms rubbing at her thighs, "And I think he sedated you for the same reasons." That does not sit well with her.

"He left me in charge." That... was confusing. "So I suppose I have to figure out what we're going to do now.." Sitting up straighter, shoulders hutched forward slightly. "He's being taken care of though. He's pretty badly banged up. I told them to message me once they had a full extent of his injuries."

Most people would balk at explaining all this to a teenager, but Charlies special.. she's a vigilante living in a Clocktower with the former Batgirl.

She's afforded some grownup.

"So pack your bags, we're moving to the Mansion for a little while."

Misfit has posed:
Seriously it is the most pragmatic and logical approach.

I mean he can't lock her up normally.

Though the whole locking everyone up and all probably doesn't sit well with people either.

"He locked you all in the cave?" then that sinks in "Wait he sedated me!?" which explains why she slept like more than half a day actually.

"I can't believe he..." then the other stuff sinks in. "We are... uh... okay... I mean.." she is confused and all, but she vanishes from sitting on the bed.

A moment later she is by you and grabs you for a hug now not ... well she might be afford some grownup but she needs a hug and thinks you do to.

Oracle has posed:
"I hacked the Bat-Computer and got us out.. I don't think it was meant for longer than the length of the fight, but I needed Damian to go help.." Babs eyes tick back and forth searching the carpet, there's no solution there.. there's no anything to help her sort this out there. There's just a carpet and suddenly it's the only place she can look.

There hasn't been a single tear shed from Barbara Gordon.

She became a rock the second the Cave locked down. She set her mind to a task and she made everyone stick to it. When Bruce was found, she gave everyone a task and she made them stick to it.

Now, back home, alone with Charlie..

Everything is getting a little hard to keep back.

Green eyes start blinking rapidly. Upper lip curling, twitching some, trying to hold back a flood of emotions. Bruce had raised her, in a way. Through formative years, he took a huge hand in shaping her into who she is now.. and the image of him battered beyond recognition is difficult to swallow even for her her strong will.

It isn't until Charlie is beside her with her arms around her waist that the dam breaks.

One arm snakes around the teens waist and her head turns to lay against the top of the young girls head as tears, finally, begin to fall.

Misfit has posed:
Charlie hasn't really had time to process everything and doesn't burst into tears.

If it was Babs dying or near death at this point sure tears.

But this is BATMAN for gosh sake and of course he is going to be okay.

Still she figured that she hug Babs and that instinct was super spot on.

She is like 8 inches shorter than Babs so there is a height difference and she just hugs Barbara and lets her cry there. "It will be okay... he will be okay and we got this." she murmurs.

Oracle has posed:
"We definitely got this, Kiddo." Babs agrees, wiping at her eyes with the ends of her thumbs. She doesn't cry long, she never cries long. Barbara is too strong for that... in a lot of ways, that's Bruce's fault too. She was made tougher than most, she had to be tougher.

Sitting up from leaning on Charlie, she doesn't loosen her arm immediately, but does after one more squeezing hug. "There's still a lot to figure out, the logistics of the crusade can't stop just because Bruce is laid up.. There has to be a Batman.." She's putting her thinking cap on now.

Glass in hand, "Come on, let's get something to eat, I'm sure you're starving. After dinner we'll head over tot he Mansion and we, you and I, can start figuring this out." A small smile curls the corners of her mouth, but she's not feeling the emotions tied to it.

The redhead is up and moving towards the door and the stairs that lead down out of the loft.

Misfit has posed:
"I.." she considers the proposal of eating. "I am pretty hungry..." god it has been so many hours.

"Okay this sounds like a plan... we totes got a plan..." I mean there are tons of details and logistics and questions and all but Barbara sounds like she has a plan and it is Batman. This will be totally okay right.

She pulls further away and asks "He took down Superman though right?"

Cause Batman.

Oracle has posed:
"He did." Babs says back at Charlie with a sad kind of smile, nodding her head. "At least, we think he did. Superman hasn't been found yet. Either way... he did more to stop him than anyone else could have." Which is saying quite a bit. Most would have fallen before the fight ever started.

Batman stood toe to toe.

That's going to be a tough act to follow.

So Babs starts with Alfred's chicken parm left overs.

Out of the microwave.

"I'll let you watch the footage once we get to the Batcave. We don't have the /whole/ fight, but it was pretty impressive.'

Misfit has posed:
Charlie follows along and listens, there will be packing to do later and all but food was a brilliant idea all said. Babs is smart after all.

"Well.. he is Batman."

She gets out a glass and gets herself some juice. "Man though if people saw the fight.. there does need to be a Batman... the bad guys in Gotham are going to go into over drive otherwise..."

Oracle has posed:
"I was thinking about that." Babs scoops out chicken parm on a plate after heating it in the microwave. A little extra cheese added on top before she hands it over to Charlie while dipping some for herself. She's not really hungry, but it looks good for her to try and eat.

"I need to do a suit redesign.. I have a bigger chest than Bruce.." She muses quietly, cutting into the chicken with the side of her fork.

"But I think Bruce told me I'm Batman."

Misfit has posed:
Charlie digs in, she is stupidly hungry right now despite all the drama but then she didn't witness it all. She slept through it.

Also eternal sunshine here.

"Woah... like.. really... you are going to put on the suit and be .. Batman?" she has no idea about your last outing in the cape against Stockholm and all.

"I woulda thought Nightwing would try to do it.. but .. I bet you can kick butt too." she is thinking about it as she eats her chicken.

Oracle has posed:
"Yeah.. I would have too." Babs agrees about Nightwing, "But they don't really get along as much as they use to.. I don't know. He just said one word before he passed out." She isn't nearly as ravenous about eating. Usually she tears into food like it stole something, now she's just picking at her plate.

Her thoughts aren't on that creamy deliciousness right now.

"He said 'Lead'. I guess I could be reading more into it than he meant, but people will notice if Nightwing disappears. They wont notice if Oracle does." She muses aloud, finally stabbing a small sliver to slide into her mouth where it's chewed absently.

"At least until Bruce is better. He's Batman afterall.. he will get better."

Misfit has posed:
"Of course he will."

This can't possibly lead to a battle for the cowl or anything.

"He will get better. We will totes strike fear into the hearts and minds of the criminals of Gotham in the mean time."

She polishes off the meal and pops to her feet "Everyone can just step up the patrols of Gotham and all until he is up and back to normal." heading towards her room to pack.

With the mansion she will be fed without needing reheating more, that will be trouble.

Oracle has posed:
Couldn't possibly lead to it, no.

Babs sets her plate aside, only a few bites taken. "He will." She agrees with Charlies optomism, even if there's doubt in her mind. She saw the state Bruce was in and she's glad that the teenager hadn't been there for that part.

"You damn right we will." It's been a while since Babs actually suited up for street work.. She works out /every/ day, despite whate people might suspect of her pajamas and bunny slippers. But it's altogether different being Batgirl as being The Batman.

Her mouth quirks to the side, glancing around the kitchen. "Hey, kiddo, you've been doing your driving simulations right?" She calls up towards the loft after putting the rest of her dinner away.

Misfit has posed:
Charlie calls back from her room "Sure?" she has been doing all of the training pretty intensely dutifully that she has been told to do by Barbara and all that. She doesn't want to be grounded from doing patrols.

That and some pretty severe need to impress and be praised.

"Why?"

She keeps on packing up everything she might need at the mansion. I mean she isnt entirely sure when she will ever use the driving simulator with her gift but you never know right.

Oracle has posed:
"Because I'm going to let you drive the Batmobile tonight."

Babs calls up to the room in the loft, headed towards her room to pack a few things. Probably some Pajamas... because that's all Babs really wears anymore, isn't it?

Misfit has posed:
There is a squeek.

Dogman over in Bloodhaven might have heard it.

Okay Dogman doesn't exist.

If he did he heard it.

At that point Charlie packs her shit a lot faster into a backpack and a duffle bag. She does't have a lot of stuff really.

"Packed!"