[Open]

[acro_bat_ic]

Who: Barbara Gordon, and OPEN
What; Reacting to the arena
Where: District 11 quarters. Also, common area.
When; The final week of tournament
Warnings/Notes: lol this is late. ;; (RL things happened.)

There was a surprising amount of numbness involved in coming back to life. Barbara's eyes opened, but she didn't pay attention to what she was seeing. People were rushing all  around her, but she didn't pay any attention to what they were saying. At some point she got up and started walking. 

Eventually, she became aware of something, beyond the fuzz of people walking by. A dark pulse of energy beating beneath her surface, like a second heart. Harder. Larger. She turned it over idly in her mind's eye, imaginary fingertips skimming across the surface. Anger, pain, hurt, grief. she felt a little sob trying to work its way out of her throat, catching in her sealed lips. She trembled.

Why was this so hard?

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[revvinguptheharley]

"That's one way to look at it." Harley said missing the fact that Barbara was giving her a once over in favor of focusing on how best to help the girl get back on her feet. "But Batman does stuff like that ALL the time. So if you're still gonna be all boring and insist you're better then some low down dirty criminal..."

[acro_bat_ic]

"Batman so doesn't need to lie," she protested, finishing her once over and settling on Harley's eyes.

"Shouldn't we be worried about you?" she asked, deciding to shift tactics. Far away from Batman.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley barked out a laugh "Puhlease! Everyone lies. Masked nightowls especially. Trust me, who here has spent more time with the B-man?" She spread her arms wide to indicate herself. "I mean even the whole secret identity thing alone counts as a lie he tells to get the job done."

When asked about herself "Worried about me since when? For why?"