DC Series Book Two
"Whoa." Tim snorted as he looked at the expression on Barbra's face.
"Can you not look happy that we just got our asses handed to us?" He asked. Barbra tried not to blush but it was kind of hard since the butterflies in her stoma...
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『chapter i: THE ANGEL OF DEATH』
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Barbra Gordon was watching Tim fight... Himself. Well, not technically himself. Barbra knew that the infamous Dabria Tran was supposed to be the one going up against him but Barbra, for the life of her, couldn't see Dabria. It was like she was invisible. Barbra had heard about her powers, the camouflage and the fire and the portals but she thought that she would at least be able to see maybe an outline of Dabria. Barbra thought Dabria's ability mimics that of a chameleon and if you look close enough, you're supposed to be able to see a chameleon but Dabria was no chameleon and Barbra couldn't see her.
"Shit Dabria are you trying to break my nose?" Tim demanded as Dabria punched him in the face. Laughter bubbled up from somewhere and suddenly Dabria was visible in front of Tim. She lowers her fists slowly. She was smiling broadly at Tim.
"Want me to kiss it better?" Dabria asked with a smirk.
"Yes." Tim said with a small smile. Barbra smirked. Classic move. Barbra watched Dabria lean in to kiss him sweetly but at the last minute, Dabria grabbed Tim, put him off balance and judo flipped him over her shoulder.
"Ow." Tim said on the rubber mat as Dabria let go of his arm. Dabria laughed and Barbra clapped, gaining their attention.
"Nice moves Dabria." Dabria's eye's lit up.
"Barbra?"
"Oh hey sis!" Tim said excitedly, standing and going to hug her.
"Ew, don't." Barbra said, shying away from him. "You're sweaty and gross." Tim grabbed her up anyways and spun her around. "Oh my god stop!" Barbra complained. "Don't make me punch you Drake." Tim laughed and set Barbra down. Barbra smiled up at him and his floppy hair that was getting just a bit too long and was hanging in his eyes. She could hardly believe sometimes that this was the same geeky thirteen year old that had been Robin not too long ago. Tim had done a lot of growing in the past couple of years.
"How was D.C?" Tim asked.
"Boring."
"Really?" Tim asked, arching an eyebrow. "You said you were having fun."
