Running From Ghosts
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katleeptTitle: "Running From Ghosts"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG
Summary:
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She's haunted. She's heard her mother's voice in her head ever since the day she died. She feels her father's loving arms reaching for her every time she cries. If she let herself, if she was any less strong than what she is, than the woman both her loving and doting parents taught her to become, she'd never stop crying, but Barbara knows she has to carry on with her life for that's what they would both want.
That's why her mother wanted her to come to the States, why she wanted her to meet her Uncle Alfred again after all these many years, -- and why she wanted her to find out his secret that, somehow, she'd known all those years ago. Barbara suspects that Uncle Alfred didn't have the same secret back then, but it doesn't really matter. He's still a hero. He's a hero to her, Dick, and Bruce, was a hero to her mother, and is the true hero behind the Batman, even if the world will never know.
She values her time as Batgirl, but she didn't come here to the States to become a hero. She came here, in a truth that she can only admit at the lowest times and late, late at night when she is, on rare occasion, by herself, to finish her mission in life. Her mission had been to give her Uncle Alfred her mother's goodbye message and then to end her own life. She'd thought it was the only way to end her suffering, but her suffering's not going to stop.
There is one place, though, that makes it better, that makes the memories stop for a little while. There's one place she can go where the wind's so rough and wild that her father's arms can't reach her and where she loses her mother's voice in the roar of the engines. Even her own tears can't catch her there for she moves faster than they can fly and doesn't have time to let them blur her hardened vision. That's why she spends so much time on the road, not as Batgirl but as just an anonymous biker chick, beating the guys at their own games, living the rough style, and for a little while, but never long enough, forgetting who she really is, what she's suffered, and, most of all, who she's lost.
The guys have come to understand that now about her. They lose their misery while beating the crap out of the bad guys. Defeating villains and saving Gotham and innocents helps, but with every innocent she saves, Barbara still finds herself wishing she could have saved her mother. So it's come to be a frequent occurrence that, as soon as they finish saving the day, she's off again that night not with a cape but still with leather and a bike between her legs. She's off again to get lost on the city, lost in the roar of the racing engines, lost in pretending that she's only a biker chick racing against other bikers when she'll always be so much more, even if she doesn't want to be.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She's haunted. She's heard her mother's voice in her head ever since the day she died. She feels her father's loving arms reaching for her every time she cries. If she let herself, if she was any less strong than what she is, than the woman both her loving and doting parents taught her to become, she'd never stop crying, but Barbara knows she has to carry on with her life for that's what they would both want.
That's why her mother wanted her to come to the States, why she wanted her to meet her Uncle Alfred again after all these many years, -- and why she wanted her to find out his secret that, somehow, she'd known all those years ago. Barbara suspects that Uncle Alfred didn't have the same secret back then, but it doesn't really matter. He's still a hero. He's a hero to her, Dick, and Bruce, was a hero to her mother, and is the true hero behind the Batman, even if the world will never know.
She values her time as Batgirl, but she didn't come here to the States to become a hero. She came here, in a truth that she can only admit at the lowest times and late, late at night when she is, on rare occasion, by herself, to finish her mission in life. Her mission had been to give her Uncle Alfred her mother's goodbye message and then to end her own life. She'd thought it was the only way to end her suffering, but her suffering's not going to stop.
There is one place, though, that makes it better, that makes the memories stop for a little while. There's one place she can go where the wind's so rough and wild that her father's arms can't reach her and where she loses her mother's voice in the roar of the engines. Even her own tears can't catch her there for she moves faster than they can fly and doesn't have time to let them blur her hardened vision. That's why she spends so much time on the road, not as Batgirl but as just an anonymous biker chick, beating the guys at their own games, living the rough style, and for a little while, but never long enough, forgetting who she really is, what she's suffered, and, most of all, who she's lost.
The guys have come to understand that now about her. They lose their misery while beating the crap out of the bad guys. Defeating villains and saving Gotham and innocents helps, but with every innocent she saves, Barbara still finds herself wishing she could have saved her mother. So it's come to be a frequent occurrence that, as soon as they finish saving the day, she's off again that night not with a cape but still with leather and a bike between her legs. She's off again to get lost on the city, lost in the roar of the racing engines, lost in pretending that she's only a biker chick racing against other bikers when she'll always be so much more, even if she doesn't want to be.
The End
