YOU JUMP, I'LL CATCH YOU

[dousing]

DARING RESCUE MEME You're in a predicament. That predicament is either: you need to be rescued. Bad. Even if you're technically safe you need to get out of whatever situation you're in. And if you're not safe, well... it's just more important then, isn't it? Your other option of course is that you need to rescue someone. You have to find them, get them out, get them to where they really belong. Or you're like, picking them up from a bad date. WHATEVER. No matter the severity of the situation, be careful how you go about it, huh? We wouldn't want to have any accidents. • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops. • Reply to other people's top levels! • Have fun!

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Barbara Gordon | DC Comics | OTA

[oracle_at_gotham]

[f/f for shipping, more likely to be the rescuer if it's an actual dangerous situation. But if someone wants to "save" her from spilling her coffee or something that's also great I'm not your mom]

Re: Barbara Gordon | DC Comics | OTA

[starlightfriendship]

(OoC: Sorry for dropping the ball with the last thread [Work's been a real problem], but would you mind with these two again? I wouldn't mind the silly saving idea, honestly!)

[not_yet_screaming]

Huntress was down, hit by a tranq dart in that navel window that had been a passive-aggressive way of getting at Barbara, and Oracle didn't have any actual nearby assets to rescue her before her mask was stripped off; the best she could do right now was prevent the photos being uploaded to the internet after that happened and possibly fry their phones entirely. There weren't even any nearby civilians - or at least there hadn't been; there was one moving mobile phone signature coming down the alley.

Lydia swallowed; she'd just about learned to tell the real voices from those triggered by her being a banshee - and the path she was following would lead her to a body. Living if she was fast enough, dead otherwise. She didn't know how close she was - but it was going to be messy. And then she swallowed as she heard the sound of a gun being cocked followed by a cold baritone voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Stop right there, Missy. Who are you? And who sent you?"

Lydia stopped and swallowed, raising her hands as she saw that the male masked thug was pointing the gun at her. "Me-me? No one sent me? I'm just lost?"