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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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[acro_bat_ic]

She was Eighteen. But considering she started out by herself - singlehandedly breaking him into the idea of even accepting a combat in partner... She thought she had a right to be miffed about all the people he seemed to be inviting into the fold. Not that she couldn’t see what Tim was talking about, but... Her Bruce was far better about things like that than Dick's. She lacked a proper frame of reference.

Still, she had the grace to grimace at her use of a super hero identity. She was just so surprised. Uncertain whether to be honored that it got carried on, or insecure about her own position.

"Yeah. Because all those dangerous tricks..." her voice was a little weak. She was trying for casual, but badly.

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"Are sometimes a little too dangerous," Tim confirmed. He didn't want to keep tiptoeing around everything, but to come out and say the sort of stuff they did on a nightly basis - the Capitol would never run the risk of their interfering, would they?

There was no way to be sure. Ever. "You can either trust me, or you can't. The only proof I have to offer you is that Bruce and Harley both recognized me. Harley knows me as Tim Wayne. It's been in the papers. I understand if you don't want to believe it completely - I just want you to know you have allies."

He offered her his hand to shake. "Fair deal?"

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She stared at the hand for a moment, before taking it. She gave it a little squeeze. Though she was honestly still trying to wrap her head about everything.

"So where does that leave us?"