barbaragordon

Sometimes being in a wheelchair is not the worst part of being in a wheelchair.

Sometimes the way that people see the wheelchair is worse.

Men, for example. Or even women for that matter. They assume that because I'm stuck in this chair that I cant have sex. And leading on from that, they also assume that I have no interest in sex. I may as well be some kind of nun in their eyes.

Are they right? Hell no. I'm as interested in sex as the next girl (as long as the next girl we're talking about isn't Zinda) and I'm certainly capable of it. Not going into details here, but I feel like I need to defend myself. If necessary, I could give you a pretty long list of co-defendants. Also not going to do that.

But please remember that I'm not just metal and wheels (no offence to some of my friends here at Musing Way who *are* primarily metal and wheels). I'm still a woman, despite what you see.

[[OOC: Hidden to any and all incarnations of the Bat-Family]]

I'm worried about Dick.

He's changed so much since he put on that damn cowl and he can't even see it. No one seems to be able to see it except me. Am I imagining it? I don't think so, but I can't be sure anymore.

It's almost as though the costume is wearing him, not the other way around. He's trying so hard, insisting that he's not going to "go dark", but I can see it happening already.

Damien doesn't help either. At least Bruce had Dick and Tim to keep the shadows away. Damien is too much like Jason. Too much like Bruce. It scares me, but all I can do is sit and watch. And listen.

I suspect Alfred knows how much I listen to them. He always was the smartest of all of us. Some nights I fall asleep to the sound of them bickering as Dick puts the kid through another round of combat training. They snap at each other, constantly fighting for the upper hand. The two sons of the Bat.

So I wait. For one of them to snap. For my Dick to lose the light that makes him the man he is. For Damien to reconcile the two halves of his destiny. And I hope I can be there to pick up the pieces.

I never expected to be posting on an open forum like this, but things have changed recently and I need to change with them.

Anyway, I've noticed a few familiar (and family!) faces on here already, so I'm guessing that my "secret identity" is safe enough. I'll be adding a few additional security features to our accounts though - just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get me, as the old saying goes.

So for those who don't know me, I'm Barbara Gordon, late of Gotham City. I currently go by the handle "Oracle". I guess I can be considered a member of the extended (and infamous) bat-family, something which I love most of the time, despite those boys being exceedingly irritating at times.

For now, this is Oracle signing off.