About me: I'm Barbara Gordon. You might know me as "Babs", "Batgirl", "Oracle"-Or, if you're part of the Bat-Family, you know I'm sometimes called "[The] Bat-Brat". I grew up in the middle of the crime fighting community; being the daughter of a renowned commissioner tends to do that. His close relationship with Bruce Wayne, or "Batman" as Gotham knows him, does too. I've been through a lot, but I haven't stopped yet! Won't happen anytime soon, either. I'm far from ready to give up!
"My name is Oliver Queen, and for five years I have been stranded on hellish island with only one goal.... Survive!
"My other goal is to plot and create both a story line between our two character's! I am able to do so through messages as well as line & discord. So with that being said, let's get started shall we?"
"I do both 1x1 and group story lines as well. So feel free to toss any ideas my way, my version of Oliver/Green Arrow is a composite from the comics New 52 & Rebirth eras, as well as the Young Justice verse, and Arrowverse, I have also managed to squeeze all those events into his story line as well as making him part of the DCEU, & MCU as well. If you have any questions let me know, but as of right now, let's have at it!
The name is Athanasia al Ghul No, you can't call me Sia unless we're friends And I don't make friends with people easily The League states friends are to show weakness They get in the way I have rules, I suggest you educate yourself on them If you're here because of a crossover, then the name changes But still, only my friends can call me Sia That being said, let's get down to business Shall we start a storyline?
Athanasia al Ghul wiped her brow through the mask she wore that covered but her eyes. She wasn't sure how she was going to find the person she was searching for here, especially considering this was the wrong city entirely. It wasn't far to Gotham City according to the map on her smartphone, glad she had gotten her grandfather to allow such Intel. She didn't see what his issue was, she had more than proven herself more than once. It was because she was a girl, she was sure of it. He never treated any female member of the League of Assassins like they were worth what they were. They were glorified baby carriers and nothing more to him. To Hell with that, there was no way she was going to allow that life for herself after what had happened when she was sixteen. That would not be a repeat. She had promised herself it never would be.
She had better things to do, like scope out the fancy gala that was going on that Bruce Wayne and his family was attending. Security was supposed to be amazing but then so was she. There was no doubt in her mind she would find a way inside to find her target. At least, once she changed and stashed her weapons that was. That had to come first.
Priorities, after all.
Finding a good rooftop without a lot of lights, she shimmied out of her body suit to stand in her bra and panties while rummaging through her bag. The dress was form fitting and hid her scars, that was the important thing. She would have to go sans weapons, relying fully on her skill if things went awry. That didn't bother her in the least, sliding her stele down her bra for safe keeping. She merely had to find the seventeen year old Damian Wayne and deliver the card that she had been entrusted with. It didn't make her proud to be a messenger, nor had she looked to see what was in it. She didn't even know who he was, for that matter, told she would find him easily enough. All she knew was he was Robin and could fight so she needed to be on her guard.
So then why did she feel so uneasy? It wasn't like she hadn't engaged in many fights before. Why did this one feel so different? Why did her skin want to crawl so badly?
Shaking her head, she stepped into her heels and grabbed her small handbag so she could get ready. It wouldn't be hard to become someone's plus one, she was sure, she was attractive enough to say the least, and smart enough to do so. With a small run, she launched herself off the building, catching herself with a grappling gun that she hid under the dumpster for later. She felt naked without her katana, aching to go back to the roof for it. Reminding herself to have patience, she found a guest and batted her lashes at him, asking is she could accompany him. It was almost too easy. Even getting through security was simple enough, but then when you were the Bat she was sure that didn't matter.
Blue hues scanned the room. She could see D*ck Grayson and Barbara Gordon chatting amicably in a corner with a few others that she both did and didn't have names for. Wally West and Roy Harper were definitely two of them. Turning, she found Jason Todd sitting at the bar with Donna Troy and Raven Roth, the three laughing over some inside joke.
Turning as she walked with her newfound date, she located Timothy Drake, her eyes narrowing. He was the one her grandfather wanted. She didn't like that he was willing to give the League over to some nobody that didn't deserve it. He was sitting with Conner Kent and Bart Allen, those two she had been warned about by her grandfather to be wary of. Now if only she could locate the man she was supposed to find, the birthday boy as it were. She had been informed he would be with two friends in particular which was how she found him. Colin Wilkes and Jon Kent were easy enough to spot with the man she had been sent to see.
And she finally understood why she hadn't been told anything about him or shown what he looked like.
Excusing herself to the restroom, she moved past a blonde that she recognized as Stephanie Brown before moving into a stall. Deep breathing, she reminded herself, trying to calm down as her brain screamed at her. She couldn't fathom why Ra's al Ghul would keep this information from her. He wasn't just the son of the Batman, he was the son of Talia al Ghul, her features were plain as day in his face. The woman had died giving birth to her, she had been told, so how did she have a son? And how did Sia know nothing about said son? No, this was impossible, he would never keep that from her...would he? Composing herself, she took in a deep breath and exited the bathroom, avoiding her date with ease to keep to the darker parts of the room.
Gathering her thoughts, she took a deep breath and headed for the three, keeping her gaze averted as she pulled out the card. His name was elegantly scrawled in her...their grandfather's writing. Betrayal coursed through her, she would never be able to look him in the face again once she returned to the Tokyo compound.
“Mister Wayne, a gift.” She said as she shoved the card into his hand without so much as looking at him as she kept walking. She had to make it fast, knowing he would recognize the handwriting now, her heels clicking as she walked faster and exited through the doors that she had come through. Once far enough away, she ran through the alley to grab the grappling gun and shoot her way to the top of the building, the cool air leaving goosebumps on her skin. So many questions that she needed answers to, but not now, she didn't have the time. Grabbing her boots, she shoved them on and tossed her heels into her bag as she gripped her katana tightly. She would just change later, that was all there was to it, she needed out of here now, heading for the edge if the roof.
"Your love is bright as ever Even in the shadows Baby kiss me Before they turn the lights out Your heart is glowing And I'm crashing into you Baby kiss me Before they turn the lights out Before they turn the lights out Baby love me lights out
In the darkest night hour (in the darkest night hour) I search through the crowd (search through the crowd) Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out Baby, love me lights out (XO)You can turn my lights out
We don't have forever Baby daylight's wasting You better kiss me Before our time has run out Nobody sees what we see They're just hopelessly gazing Baby take me Before they turn the lights out Before our time has run out Baby love me lights out
In the darkest night hour (in the darkest night hour) I'll search through the crowd (search through the crowd) Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out Baby, love me lights out You can turn my lights out
I love you like XO (XO) You love me like XO (XO) You kill me boy XO (XO) You love me like XO (XO) All that I see Give me everything Baby love me lights out Baby love me lights out You can turn my lights out
In the darkest night hour (in the darkest night hour) I'll search through the crowd (search through the crowd) Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out Baby, love me lights out You can turn my lights out."
"When I was younger I saw my daddy cry And curse at the wind He broke his own heart And I watched As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore That she would never let herself forget And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love If it does not exist, but darlin'
You are, the only exception You are, the only exception You are, the only exception You are, the only exception
Maybe I know, somewhere Deep in my soul That love never lasts And we've got to find other ways To make it alone But keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this Keeping a comfortable, distance And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content With loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
But, you are, the only exception You are, the only exception You are, the only exception You are, the only exception
I've got a tight grip on reality But I can't let go of what's in front of me here I know your leaving in the morning, when you wake up Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream, oh
You are, the only exception You are, the only exception You are, the only exception You are, the only exception
You are, the only exception You are, the only exception You are, the only exception You are, the only exception
And I'm on my way to believing Oh, and I'm on my way to believing."
