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why am I walking barefoot
upon this road with no one around
I close my eyes to this decision
the night's like coffee to my tongue
like waking up without a sound
I map the words out
maybe you will say them

would you help me rise up
touch my face and watch me try to breathe again
would you let me do this
burn down the final wall

overcome me baby
overcome me baby
overcome me baby
overcome me yeah
all I'm asking is to be alive for once

always I am mistaken
I look for love I find a stone
of all the seasons winter befriends me
I come to you in friendship
and hold my breath against the snow
what are you thinking as I gaze into you

forgive me the confusion
forgive me as I realize my thoughts betrayed
you are the answer
cry and smile the same ...

Current Music: Momentum -- Vienna Teng

jla-extras.livejournal.com

Even the Dark Knight cannot see in a place with no light, but he can hear the sound of rushing water, the touch of water hewn rock, feet the dirt path under his feet, and smell wildflowers baking in the heat of summer. The trouble is for him that there doesn't seem to be a direction to follow in this place. All his barings - all the skills that he would use in blindfighting or moving in the dark - are not completely available to him.

He hears whispers from around him and feels some are helpful and some are hostile, but all watch him as he moves...

oracle-watching.livejournal.com

Barbara Gordon pulls her escrima sticks out from the new hooks under the arms of her wheelchair and raises them en garde, then stows them away. Out. En garde. She practices a few parry-thrust combinations, then stows them away once more. Experimentally she rolls forward, then turns, making sure the sticks won't slip and catch on her wheels.

She's ready. Even if her teacher disagrees.

-nightwing-.livejournal.com

He hates charity galas. Even police fundraisers. It's all for a good cause, sure. But he hates the rich crowd with a passion, hates their company, hates their attitudes.

The reason the press loves Bruce Wayne is the same reason that irritates the hell out of him.

Most people escape to rooftops to sneak a smoke. He came up here to catch some air and look at the skyline; wishing he were out there, flying free - anywhere, anywhere but here. He likes the relative quiet away from the bustle. Part of him's straining to hear the faint sound of gunfire or sirens; his instant ticket out of here on a de-cel line and into action, and back home in time for breakfast.

No such luck, so far.

Figures.

Current Mood: bored

oracle-watching.livejournal.com

"C'mon, start!" fumed Barbara, thumping the steering wheel of her Bug. Cute little car, and the only one she could afford, but it was used, and had the habit of stalling out at the worst of all possible times. Like now. Rolling down the window, she peered out at the rain. It was starting to slack off. Maybe in a little while she could--

A gun jams itself against her temple. "Outta the car, kid."

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Entries tagged with barbara gordon

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