Oh hell, Dis is hi skul all ova again. Wat do I do? Seriously, wat do I do?

Relax, Barbara is going first.

Happy New Year! You totally adorable smut lovers.

Fuck-

No- Wait, that came out wrong. Her Dad wouldn't approve of her using dirty language like that. But, then again, she's suppose to be mad at the man, which means she could practically use the F word as much she likes, without him breathing down her neck.

Fuck!fuck!fuck!fuck!fuck!

Fuck Bruce!

Fuck Dick!

Fuck Dad-

No- wait... that last one came out wrong. Very wrong.

She let out a tired sigh then brought her hand up to brush a few of strands of red hair off her face. Her years of stealth training and increased nimbleness on her feet aided her in easily blending in with the teeming Gotham crowd.

Barbara Gordon, the only daughter of the James Gordon, on any other day, at a time like this, would usually be seen at her favorite haunt; the city library. Something Dick never failed to tease her about. But today, she was doing things differently; going somewhere her Dad wouldn't think to look for her. Although one thing is sure, he was going to burst a blood vessel if he learned she was roaming Gotham 'unprotected'.

*scoff*

And that was exactly what she wanted a reprieve from. The Overprotective-ness. He had been like that ever since her mom died in middle school. Then, she actually needed the love of her father to fill the gap. But now, the novelty has worn off and it's just driving her nuts. In her senior year, her friends dubbed her the hackneyed nickname 'daddy's girl', alluding to her Dad constantly sheltering her from school parties and boys. It got even worse when puberty rolls in. Her father - the commissioner of the GCPD had set up one of his lackeys, as her date for prom.

That is why, all her life, she has always strived to prove otherwise through her achievements. That she is not a damsel in distress and definitely not a daddy's girl. That she's a person who can stand on her own two feet. It is why she buried herself in her books when her friends go to parties. It is why she took martial art classes. It is 2/5 of the reason why she took on the mantle of Batgirl. And when she thought she had finally found a way to escape from her father's overbearing nature, Bruce started doing it too.

She can break a full grown man's bone in just three consecutive blows and hack the Batcave computer while at it. And yet, Bruce doesn't trust her to handle the more dangerous enemies, preferring to bring along the ever stuck-up Boy Wonder along on those kind of missions. What has he got that she doesn't? Except for a dick. Ha, puns.

For all the spooky vibes and mysterious aloofness that the Batman gave off, he was just like her Dad; overprotective as hell, perhaps even more. How was she supposed to earn everyone's respect if they kept treating her like a child?

And that's why she was going to the one place she could find some stress-relieving peace; Gotham city park.

Ahhh...

This was exactly what she needed.

Fresh air, with the proper dose of tranquillity.

This is why she came here whenever she was able, not to hide, but to vent. To use the serene environment to meditate and settle her frustrated feelings. Here, there is no Dad, no Bruce, no Robin, just her wallowing in her own misery. There was something quite nice about a place, unlike the rest of Gotham, that was untouched by crime-

"Fuck off!"

... spoke too soon.

Slowly, carefully, Barbara dared herself to peer around edge of a trimmed bush, where the voices seemed to have originated from. She intended to assess the situation and whether it require her skills to intervene, only to bear witness to a comedic scene that involved a strife between an old woman and a dusty blond man.

"I said fuck off, if you think you can ravish me, I can tell you sonny, you have got another thing coming. I have had years of Krav Maga and I'm not afraid to use it."

Wow, the old woman's got some spunk.

At the moment, it was rather difficult to determine who the real threat was; the old affronter or the young insulted. Barbara decided to wait at the side, half expecting the dude to lash out at the elderly. Gotham youths aren't exactly the calmest of individuals. Thankfully, whatever issues going on seemed to resolve itself as the young man backed off, but not before, the old woman threw in a few scathing last words.

The whole thing made for one good laugh.

Since there's was cause for alarm, Barbara started to walk away when she noticed the freshly affronted young man. He was staring at a fellow playing a game of fetch with his dog. Then he seemingly slumped at the shoulders, a sign of sadness, and then went ahead to sit on a bench.

She couldn't put a finger on it, but there's something about the man sang to her. Oh well, it probably isn't her concern. But then again she could use this medium to spite her father's 'no boys rule'. She would surely be chastised for this, but...her father wasn't here right now, was he? This thought, unbidden, sent a small thrill down her spine. He couldn't very well stop her from talking to him now, could he? Decisions, decisions. It conflicted against her better judgement but she was going to approach him

When she neared her target, his occasionally fluttering eyes told her he was dozing off, leaving room for smooth evaluation of his person. He was young, perhaps a year older than her, and looked a itsy bitsy cute, just not on Robin's level. He was ostensibly tall and dressed in a scruffy monochromatic clothes. In her opinion, he didn't really look like much.

Finally, it came down to how to wake him without looking like she wanted to wake him.

It didn't take long for her to work up an idea. She would just act like someone who needed a place to sit. And so she did, hard, with enough **** to jostle her semiconscious target. His quick reflex was impressive, she had hardly touch the bench before he stumbled back to full cognizance. As he turned his gaze towards her, she broke into a disarming smile and opened her mouth to speak.

"Hi, I'm Barbara. Barbara Gordon."

You can't believe the stroke of serendipity that just landed your way. Here you are, wallowing in your own misery and the universe decides to send you a consolation. And some people say, there is no higher power.

Seated beside you is a young redhead, her full lips creased into an angelic smile. She's got green eyes set in alabaster skin and the build of a fine gymnast or at least, that's what you glimpse from her tight sweater. Her hair is done in wavy locks that keeps fluttering to her face. You covertly depress your eyes to a set of fine lookin' thigh accentuated by her pants.

She stammers. "Uh, I'm sorry to disturb you. I was just looking for a place to sit."

Too late you realize you've been staring at her for way too long with your mouth hanging. You surreptitiously recompose yourself and say. "Oh yeah, it's okay to sit here. I'm, ah, Jack Jericho. Nice to meet you, what's your name?"

"I said it earlier."

"You did?"

She did? You weren't listening. What the fuck is wrong with you Jericho?!

"It's Barbara Gordon." She says tersely.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it seems my third grade teacher was right about me; I am young and senile," you try to amend with a joke of self deprisure.

She laughs. Boys have murdered for a sound like that. That's a score for Jack. It would seem your phone agrees with you too, with the number of buzzes going off in your pocket. You are tempted to check it out but stop out of courtesy.

"Nah, that can't be true, senility only happens during old age. It's quite rare for it to occur in young people." She says

You offer a shrug. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of having the daughter of the legendary Police Commissioner James Gordon sit by me?"

You watch as she bristles before her face becomes the same hue as her hair. "That obvious, uh?" She asks rhetorically.

"The red hair is a dead-on giveaway. Gotham isn't exactly known for its surplusage of redheads, plus I watch the news and I've seen you with your old man dozens of time."

"Wow, I'm impressed, you'd make good detective." She praises.

Another buzz goes off in your pocket.

You wave away the compliment but if you had a tail, you'd be wagging it. "That or I just took a shot in the dark and waited for you to confirm it. For all I know you could be a magically de-aged Vicky Vale or Poison Ivy without the green skin, no offence."

Another buzz.

She laughs again. "None taken. You're funny and... wrong. I'm not as pretty as Vicky Vale or even Poison Ivy."

You scoff. "Says who? It is said 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.' So when I say you're more beautiful than Vicky Vale, you better believe it because it's the truth."

And another one.

She blushes and shyly tuck her red locks behind her ear. "Well, thanks for that. If you can wisecrack this much, then why did you let that old lady walk over you?"

You gasp exaggeratedly. "So, you were stalking me?"

Her red lips twist in amusement as she looks for the right words. "I wasn't stalking you..." she pauses a beat and then says in a soft voice, "...I was merely observing."

You give a nod that expresses your dibelief. "If you say so, stalker. As for the old lady, you know how Gotham is. Although, I've to admit it was funny when she said I wanted to ravish her."

Barbara tilts her head innocently. "Were you not planning to ravish her? I saw you smiling as you approached her. Could have send anyone the wrong signal there."

Your face turn a little green. "Me!... And her?!" Then the l'esprit de l'escalier occurs to you."Very funny, Miss Gordon, I'll have you know that I like them young..." You then draw closer and whisper conspiratorially, "... With a little red."

You enjoy her reaction as she steams bright red and begin to stutter. If anyone had told you this'd happen a few days ago, you'd scoff at the person and walk away. Look at you, being a smart aleck to a cop's daughter.

When she finally calms down, she gives you the stink eye and says, "you're such a dork." You reply her with a wink.

The two of you then sit in silence, basking in newfound friendship, watching as the last rays of the setting sun turn into fiery red. Abruptly it ends, as Barbara stands up and says, "I better get going before my Dad sends out the whole department to scour the city for me."

You rise up too and offer her your hand. "True, guess I'll… hopefully see you around then?"

Barbara smiles as she reciprocates the gesture. "Sure. And… Just to make it easier for you, so you're not stuck looking for me everywhere, you'd better take this."

She produces a pen and spare slip of paper from nowhere and jot down her phone number, passing it to you with a wink.

"Trust me, it's a big city. It's easy to lose track of someone in it." She informs.

You keenly collect the coupon, admiring it as if in astonishment at your own ease of accomplishment.

"I'll give you a call later then. …Er, that is – if it's okay with you."

"I already gave you the number," she giggles. "I'm pretty sure that means you have permission to call me."

You redden, scratching your cheek.

"R- right! I definitely will then."

She bids you a farewell before beating a hurried retreat. Her backside gives you something new to appreciate. What, you're still a pervert. A pervert that just got a girl's number. Are you on fire or what? Then you remember your phone. You wrestle it out of your pocket and turn it on, only to be bombarded with a screenload of notifications.

DING
Interactions
-5 Affection pts with Barbara [-5/100] you don't look like much.

-5 Affection pts with Barbara [-5/100] you forgot her name.

First touch buff(10) » (+10) - (-10) » [0/100]

+5 Affection pts with Barbara [5/100] you impressed her with your acumen.

+10 Affection pts with Barbara [15/100] you complimented her twice.

+5 Affection pts with Barbara [20/100] you flirt with her.

+5 Affection pts with Barbara [25/100] you are such a dork.

+10 Affection pts with Barbara [35/100] she was wrong about you.

DING
★DAILY QUEST COMPLETED★
Get someone's affection to a score of 25 pts
Reward: 25 doubloons

★Achievements unlocked★
Encore Encore!: completed a daily quest (25 doubloons)
One giant leap: someone likes you enough to give you their contact (25 doubloons)

SCORE

Affection: 35/100 (budding)

Love: (locked)

Lust: (locked)

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