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Post by k on May 30, 2011 13:27:24 GMT -5
[/b] Babs said, not sounding quite like the nineteen year old girl she actually was. Her life had changed dramatically since stepping up as Batgirl, she'd seen too many things, and now whatever life Barbara Gordon had once lived was long gone. Unlike Batman and Nightwing, she hadn't stepped up due to personal tragedy, she wasn't spurred on by something that had happened in her life. She was Batgirl because she knew how hard her father worked, how he would spend days on cases, getting by with little to no sleep, she knew the effect of Gotham's criminal activities more than anyone. She'd originally donned her costume as a joke, to bite back at her father for shooting her down when she wanted to join the police department. However, all that had evolved into standing here, having taken up the Batgirl mantle as a permenant fixture in her life. "You're never quite done," Babs added. They could take down gangs and criminals and rogues, but there were always more. Always someone to take their place. "But then there's the little things that make the big picture," she smiled. Just helping one person could domino effect onto helping others. Maybe the mugger would learn his lesson? Maybe he'd never try and pull such a desperate act again because of the experience he'd had that night. It was hard not to get disheartened when in such a tedious and painful business, but it was worth it in the long run.[/ul]
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Post by megan on May 30, 2011 17:51:57 GMT -5
"Hmm," Margaret responds to Batgirl's first statement, in full agreement. How many times as this criminal or that gang been taken out by the police, only for there to be no change in the numbers of shady people visiting her cafe late at night? For every one that's arrested or killed, another takes their place and east Gotham continues it's slow downward spiral without a hiccup.
And having lived among this for so long, Margaret would hardly call herself admirable. She's survived, worked out a place for herself, and that's about it. Sure she also gives people a good turn while she's at it, but she isn't nearly as hopeful as Batgirl is about the effect of her efforts. "What do you do when ya dislocate a shoulder? Take a few pain pills?" Margaret asks rhetorically as they draw near to her apartment building.
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Post by k on Jun 9, 2011 20:04:36 GMT -5
[/b] she replied, thinking of how Alfie would stitch her up when they needed it, and if something was too terrible, it was dealth with by Leslie Thompkins. Leslie disapproved of everything, but she rarely denied treatment in a serious situation. They got very lucky with the good, genuine people who surrounded their family of vigilantes. It would be a terrible thing to not have someone like that working alongside them. Babs occasionally visited the doctor, if it was a common enough ailment to appear as a result of her own general clumsiness in the gym. Somethings were harder to explain, and therefore required someone on the down low to deal with it. Too many people would talk if Babs walked into clinics with shattered bones and bulletwounds and the like. "Though a good dosage of sleeping pills never goes a-miss," Babs smiled as they approached the apartment. She paused where she was, and then looked over at Margaret. Babs was tired, and she expected that Margaret was in much the same position. "I guess this is where I leave you," she smiled at the woman and looked down at the ground briefly. "Thanks for talking with me - sometimes I feel disillusioned... but it doesn't last long. Not when I realize the whole of Gotham doesn't hate... my type," Babs explained. She was sure a great deal of Gotham disliked vigilantes, either because they were putting them in jail, or because they were generally somewhat of a nuisance. It was nice to find they weren't universally disliked throughout the city. [/ul]
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Post by megan on Jun 18, 2011 6:54:19 GMT -5
To judge by Batgirl's reply she obviously didn't understand what Margaret really meant by her question, but Margaret doesn't bother to correct that. The girl is young and obviously idealistic if she's running around fighting crime in a costume, whereas Margaret is a jaded old woman clinging to only a faint hope that anything will ever change for the better. Let her keep that idealism - who knows, maybe it's justified. But Margaret isn't about to hold her breath when it comes to east Gotham. She may remember it being better, but she hasn't seen any signs that it's about to return to the way it once was.
Margaret stops when Batgirl does, now at the entrance to her apartment building. "Thanks for stopping that man and seeing me home," she replies, "And when it comes to your 'type': this city was going bad before Batman appeared, and if the police were enough this would be a safer neighborhood. So I'm not about to listen to a bunch of talk. Not while the most dangerous of my customers admit that Batman scares the daylights out of them when they stop acting tough. That sure don't hurt anything." And that last part causes Margaret to give one of her rare smirks. It's probably those comments that keep what hope she does have alive anymore.
"Hmm, I'll see you later," she adds as a goodbye as she turns to enter the building, sounding extremely certain that she will. She doesn't have the slightest idea when, but if Batgirl is anything remotely like Batman then sooner or later she'll have a reason to turn up again.
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