socalfunplaces Chapter 130 Prologue
Chapter 130 Prologue
Chapter 130 Prologue
Rain is one of the defining characteristics of Gotham.
In Gotham, you'll almost never see a sunny day.
It's as if it's cursed.
It's raining all the time.
In her memory, Barbara Gordon seemed to have not seen a sunny day in Gotham for a long time.
Of course, sometimes she also likes the night.
But that was before she became paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair.
Ever since she was hurt by the Joker, her mood has been like the weather in Gotham, always overcast.
During this time, many friends comforted me.
But as you know, the reason a shadow is a shadow is that it cannot be completely eliminated.
inside the room.
Barba stretched and then let out a long breath.
The enclosed room, coupled with the patter of rain outside the window, created a somewhat oppressive atmosphere for her.
She decided to go out and relax.
Of course, for a disabled person, going out to relax is simply stepping out of her room, onto the balcony, and quietly watching the rain through a window.
"5
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Barbara sat back in her wheelchair, her fingers resting on her cheek, a look of reminiscence on her face.
In her bat-girl memories, it seems that rain is always present.
At that time, she didn't care about these external things; after all, she was the Batgirl.
But after a certain tragedy, she could no longer be the Batgirl.
She is paralyzed.
Her spine was severely injured.
He can no longer stand up.
Similarly, she can no longer play the Batgirl.
All of this is thanks to a certain clown.
And the bad things this clown did didn't just put her in a wheelchair.
They even took away her family members with their own hands.
Thinking about this...
Barbara sighed, tossed her hair, and her fiery red hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed.
"He's already been taken back by Bruce, which is good, isn't it?"
Barbara muttered to herself, preparing to return to her room.
Perhaps influenced by a certain bat, I always feel subconsciously uneasy when I'm in an open space with an exposed view.
Just as she turned her wheelchair around, there was a knocking sound coming from the window behind her.
Boom boom boom!
Barbara instantly became alert, but when she turned around and saw the person who had spoken, she was stunned.
"crow?"
Barbara looked at the guy with curiosity.
The crow wasn't soaked to the bone, but its grayish feathers were still quite wet, suggesting it had come here specifically to take shelter from the rain.
"Alright, little one, what can I do when I'm so kind?"
Barbara pushed her wheelchair and opened the window a small hole.
The crow darted in in the blink of an eye and then shook itself.
Seeing his comical appearance, Barbara couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why did you come here specifically to take shelter from the rain instead of somewhere else?"
The crow tilted its head, as if it understood her words, then spread its wings and pointed towards the living room table.
Barbara turned her head to look.
Those were the fries she hadn't finished eating.
"No, this is mine."
Barbara pointed at it and decisively rejected the idea of this intelligent crow.
Seeing this, Ya Ya lowered its head in frustration and plopped down on the floor.
This scene instantly dispelled Barbara's somewhat gloomy mood.
A slight smile curved her lips as she reached out and took the unfinished fries.
"Since you're so understanding, I'll give you one!"
Barbara picked up a soft, crispy French fry and tossed it over.
As a result, the crow simply let the fries fall next to it.
Then it glanced at itself sideways with its eyes.
"6
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Barbara paused, then asked in confusion, "Why aren't you eating?"
Unexpectedly, the crow used its toes to pick up the French fry and threw it into the nearby trash can, then turned its head away, its eyes squinting even more.
It's like saying, "Are you trying to feed a dog?!"
Barbara's little face immediately scrunched up, and she pointed at the crow, saying, "Hey, I'm already being kind by feeding you, don't push your luck!"
She naturally knew what crows symbolized.
However, after experiencing such a terrible tragedy, she is more willing to believe in some beautiful symbols.
After all, some dark, profound, and struggling things cannot linger in one's mind forever.
She had to believe in something to heal her broken mind.
"Okay, I give up, here you go..."
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Barbara eventually gave in under the watchful gaze of the squinting crow.
She picked up another crispy fries and handed it over.
This time, the crow finally got its meal.
He was eating with great enthusiasm, nodding and swaying his head, looking extremely happy.
Looking at this scene.
Barbara couldn't help but reach out and pat the other person's head.
It's probably because they've already implicitly accepted another layer of symbolism in the other person's heart.
Barbara seemed to brighten up, at least for the moment she was no longer affected by the rain outside.
She fed the crow several fries in a row, and it ate them all, completely unconcerned about whether the food was poisonous!
"Alright, little guy, you've finished off all my lunch."
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Barbara clapped her hands, tossed the box of fries aside, and then took out her phone to take a picture of the magical crow.
"Say something..."
! "
She had just taken out her phone to take a picture when she caught a glimpse of a figure behind her through the instant the black screen lit up!
Barbara's heart skipped a beat!
Her ingrained combat skills allowed her to instantly devise a series of countermeasures.
However, due to the fact that his legs could no longer support him, he was unable to stand up.
Barbara ultimately chose to abandon open resistance.
She had to pretend she didn't know and then quietly tell her bat friends!
"Say cheese!"
"Eggplant, Barbara."
Barbara was stunned.
Upon hearing that familiar voice, she simply turned around and looked at the stranger who was a meter or two away from her.
The other person wore a sleek, shiny red hood and a brown leather jacket over a fitted grey combat uniform.
...Who are you?!"
Barbara's mind went blank; she simply couldn't believe it.
Red Hood tapped his helmet and said, "It's either Mudface or me."
"Jason?!"
Red Hood nodded, then took a controller out of his jacket pocket.
He said, "That's so unfair, Oracle. He's pretended to be scared by me, but he's actually trying to secretly pass on a message to them."
Fortunately, Red Hood was prepared and stopped the complicated route.
Upon hearing this, Barbara frowned, instinctively pushed her wheelchair backward, and then heard a loud scream.
"Damn it! You forgot about Crow behind us!?"
"???"
Barbara's mood fluctuated like a rollercoaster, eventually crashing and coming to a stop at an inverted position.
She turned her head to look at the crow that was preening its feathers.
The crow noticed her gaze and flapped its wings.
"Hello, Bat Girl."
Just as she was about to say something, Barbara's vision went black and she fainted.
As her vision blurred, she saw the red hood and murmured, "Why... Jason?"
The red-hooded girl didn't respond when he knocked Barbara unconscious; instead, he gently held the girl's head.
After confirming that she was completely unconscious, Red Hood whispered something.
"Sorry, Barbara."
Oz leaned closer and said, "Sorry my ass! I didn't see you hesitate at all when you started fighting. By the way, why did you take care of her first?"
Red Hood ignored Oz's first sentence and explained, "Barbara is a hacking genius. If she's still online, she'll use every known form of surveillance equipment to become their eyes and ears, which is bad for me."
"Hmm...that makes sense. I thought it was because you were all victims of the Joker...So, has your story begun?"
Red Hood picked Barbara up, his gaze fixed on the rain outside the window.
"It started a long time ago; this is just the prologue."
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