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Post by Oracle on Mar 28, 2012 4:25:53 GMT -8
Barbara had set Ollie's quiver out in front of her on her. For a moment, she sat there in the silence of the fluorescent hum of electricity that raced around her clocktower. It wasn't as bad as what it used to be though. Ever since the tower was rebuilt and enhanced, a lot of the shotty wiring problems seemed to be fixed.
And once Barbara had moved back in from her stay in Metropolis, she made double sure that things were back working to where they should have been.
The silence, though... whenever she got it, was welcomed.
A night that wasn't filled with a siren's wail, or her com link going off in her ear was.... nice.
it made it easier to work. Easier to think. SO much easier to focus.
Pulling the few arrows out that remained in Ollie's quiver, she was careful to examine them.
He didn't have many trick arrows left and she knew that with his time on the streets he was probably hurting for arrows something bad. The least she could do would be to restock his supply. Give him something to actually work with since he was out kicking tail in her part of town.
Pulling one of her larger scanners over, she image sure to image each of the arrows he had left.
One grappling arrow.
One explosive arrow.
Three norm true-balanced arrows.
One drill arrow.
One tear-gas arrow.
One Hand-cuff arrow.
Barabara frowned. The poor guy really was running on his reserves.
After fussing for a while, she was able to duplicate a few casings from a few spare parts that Helena kept laying around. With a few modifications to a few of them, he would at least have a few more grapple arrows and drill arrows when and if he needed it.
Wiping a strand of hair from her face, she reached over and picked up his trademarked hand-cuff arrow. She smirked, musing to herself as she examined it.
Hand-cuff arrow.
Even she had to admit that the thought of it was a bit comical... but if it didn't work, she knew damn well that he would probably refuse to carry it.
Holding it within the palms of her hands she ran her fingers over the tip, turning the tail away from her. She knew his arrows wouldn't go off unless they were aimed right or shot in such a way. She attempting to physically feel for a notch.
There has to be a release...
She needed to figure how they worked so she could duplicate one.
This was going to be a bit harder than she thought.
-CLICK-
-Snap!!-
Faster than she heard the warning sound, she found her wrists locked within a set of hand-cuffs.
Barbara's face turned to pure shock.
NO. WAY!
"You.... have GOT to be kidding me...?!" she grumbled to herself struggling with them.
[TBC: Charlie]
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Post by Misfit on Mar 28, 2012 4:48:17 GMT -8
Charlie's jaw almost hit the floor.
It was like a sign from up-above. A signal, or perhaps a gift from the heavens themselves.
Moments after she had come to the realization of her feeling for Barbara, the impossible happens: her mentor's wrists suddenly find themselves locked up in one of Green Arrow's trusty handcuff arrows.
Now, Misfit had never been more for...kinky play. Honestly, her emotions and hormones weren't quite sure what to think of everyday crushes, so serious consideration towards her...S-E-X life was practically off the table. Still, though...moments after her realization, Oracle suddenly finds herself bound? Helpless? Practically gift wrapped?
Breath girl.
Okay, this is NOT as big of a deal as she made it out to be. She was a friend whose friend suddenly found herself in a sticky situation. Charlie reminded herself that her feelings for Oracle were still hidden. No one knew. So all she had to do was play it cool, and things would work themself out. Hell, getting Oracle all uncuffed could make her something of a hero.
Yeah! A hero!
A hero saving her beloved damsel in distre---
DAMMIT, CHARLIE! FOCUS!
taking a deep, well needed breath, Charlie breathed in, then out, and finally stepped out into the monitor room. Her hands inside the pockets of her classic baggy jeans, Charlie smiled at Oracle, unassuming.
"Hiya, O."
Looking down, she spotted Oracles talented hands in their bondage. Deep down, she wanted nothing more then to take those hands into her own and kiss every single finger on those hands, but again, she had to be cool. She didn't want to destroy this well earned friendship over some stupid schoolgirl crush. Instead, she played it off as a joke, a smile coming across her face.
"Hey, I like your new bracelets. Didn't know you were a shopper on the Oliver Queen Nighttime Jewelery Explosion Hotline."
Smooth.
TBC: Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Mar 28, 2012 5:02:47 GMT -8
Barbara honestly COULD. Not. BELIEVE. This!
She was so careful--!
Better his handcuff arrow than the tear gas one. Otherwise everyone crashing in the tower that night would be in store for a rude awakening.
She sighed, looking around for something to pick the lock that stared at her.
Her head perked, hearing the familiar voice greet her.
"Hey Charlie...." she said without looking up. Her focus still on her cuffed wrists. "I.... didn't wake you... did I?"
Barbara's cheeks suddenly grew hot at the realization. How much had she seen?
Oh.
There it was.
She couldn't help but laugh weakly. "Like you wouldn't BELIEVE." She figured keeping with the humor of the situation might be her ticket out of this. "I uh... was... trying to..." She pointed to the plethora of arrows before her.
"....make a few presents. And.. um.." She held up her wrists to show her the end result.
"You... wouldn't... want to help me and pick this lock for me would you, per chance?" She looked around. "Unless you can find a key somewhere...? I'd... really appreciate the extra set of hands."
[TBC: Charlie]
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Post by Misfit on Mar 28, 2012 21:58:25 GMT -8
"Oh...heh...my hands are certainly here for your pleasure!"
Stupid, stupid girl!
"I mean, um...tell me what I can do to help you?"
Charlie was on cloud nine. It was the perfect win-win scenerio. On a professional level, she was going to earn herself some SERIOUS brownie points by being the one to save Oracle, ie, being the hero of the story. On a professional level, she had the woman who she considered nothing less then a goddess cuffed up in front of her.
Win win scenerios rule.
Some of the design of the hand-cuff arrow was pretty simple. The shaft of the arrow, like all of Oliver's other arrows, was made of simple green-painted wood. With a simple snap, she was able to remove the arrow itself, making it appear that Oracle was in nothing more then a green pair of handcuffs.
"Is there anyway you can slip your hands out?"
Charlie gently took Oracle's hands into her own, examing the bonds first hand. With a couple of tugs, it became clear that she wouldn't be able to slip out of the cuffs. There were far more advanced then a simple pair of police shackles. Oliver clearly designed them for restraining metahumans. Her cheeks lightly blushed red, reminded by just how soft Oracle's hands were. She wanted to keep her mind on business, but it was getting quite difficult.
"I...um...*cough*...I thought you said that Batman...um...taught you escape skills when he was training you as Batgirl?"
TBC: Oracle.
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Post by Oracle on Mar 28, 2012 22:19:48 GMT -8
At least Charlie was here to help with her situation.
Sweet, there in the nick-of-time Charlie.
She always had a habit of popping up just when she was needed the most. Something that Barbara couldn't be happier for.
She had to admit, if she didn't show up she had no idea what she would have done. Wheeling herself around while all cuffed up certainly wouldn't have been easy. If anything, she probably would have found herself more frustrated than anything.
"There should be a long metal pick over there.." she motioned with her chin. "I think the lock can be worked a bit..."
Listening to her, she attempted to slip her hands through the cuffs but was only met with uncomfortable pinching to her skin. "Slipping out of these just isn't an option, I'm afraid."
She chuckled weakly, her eyes coming to rest to the girl before her. "He... DID actually. But.. I usually had something slipped in a special compartment of one of my guantlets or my boot that I could use." She winked. "Technically 'cheating' would be the term.. but I liked to call it 'Insightful Planning.'"
Barbara stopped noticing Charlie's cheeks.
Was... she... flushing?
Worry mode immediately pressed into her. Was she running a fever?
Her hand instinctively came up to touch her cheek with the back of her cuffed hand, before moving to her forehead. "Are you alright...? You're incredibly red..."
[TBC: Charlie]
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Post by Misfit on Mar 28, 2012 22:58:23 GMT -8
Charlie's blush turned from red to pale white, watching as Oracle's cuffed hads were practically fondling her face.
Breath, girl.
At that point, Charlie wanted to do nothing more then to confess everything to Oracle. Tell her how her hero worship had immediatly transformed into pure lust. How suddenly, she found herself completely adoring her hero AND her co-worker. Does she stand by inter-office romances? Would she oppose to one? Would her age be a factor?
Eh, who was she kidding...?
Time after time, Oracle had told the Birds about her time with Nightwing. A boy. It was clear that not only was she as straight as an arrow (an ironic turn of phrase, considering her current situation), but even if she wasn't, there was no way in the world she would ever consider a serious relationship with her. There were too many reasons why they could never work out. To actually think about it in a serious way was a waste of time.
Charlie forced a smile on her face, reaching up as she wrapped her hands around Oracle's still cuffed hands, lowering them off of her gently.
"Im fine. Really."
Reaching over, Chrlie picked up the lock pick and slid it inside the left cuff. Wincing and grunting, she raised an eyebrow as it quickly became clear that she was certainly no Harry Houdini.
"Im sorry, Boss...Im not sure if I can do this..."
TBC: Oracle.
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Post by Oracle on Mar 28, 2012 23:20:14 GMT -8
Barbara eyed Charlie for a few moments. Watching as her bright pink cheeks seemed to dim. "One of the things about having fair skin and red hair is when you're feeling wonky is that it read all over your face and you can't hide it... no matter how hard you try." She paused. "Are.. you SURE you're not feeling ill...? Or... something? Is.. it your head from earlier? I know you've been sleeping quite a bit lately..."
She gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "If you're still not feeling so hot, let me know? Maybe there's something I can do for you."
She had to stop herself. The over-worrying was once again was starting to show.
Small traces of internal fear of those closest to her slipping from her grasp was really starting to drill into her. Moreso after tonight than anything. She normally didn't worry THIS much. She knew her girls could take care of themselves. She knew that a lot of her operatives could take care of herself. But after a few days ago with Charlie's incident and then tonight's with Dinah?
She felt like she was slowly starting to lose her mind.
Was... this normal?
Maybe it was nerves.
Maybe she needed sleep.
Barbara kept her hands out in front of her, keeping them still on the table in front of her. She took note to her struggling with the lock. "Relax... it's not like we're in a super dire situation." she said to her with a reassuring smile. "You should be able to feel the tumbler and the workable parts... Should be a little hooked notch. Press down with the one pick and raise it... it should release.
"You've got this." she grinned. "Easy peasy, right?"
[TBC: Charlie]
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Post by Misfit on Apr 2, 2012 1:29:13 GMT -8
That feeling when you want nothing more then to smile ear to ear, and yet, you need to fight through it, keeping a straight, muted face?
It was Charlie's current problem.
While Oracle's soft, bound hands slid along her cheeks, Charlie wanted to let out gentle, adoring coos, but knew that she couldn't. She had no idea what Oracle would think. She was afraid to even ask...or afraid to find out. Eitherway, it hurt her to want to hide her feelings, but she knew it was for the better. Something that she could consider her own, personal sacrifice.
But those were feelings for another time...
Right now, she had mission. A mission to be the hero. She knew that this was, in the grand spectrum of things a very small deal, but as small as it might be, she was needed. Of course, the fact that it was Charlie that was needed and NOT Misfit made her all the more gitty.
Breath, girl.
"I promise you, Barb. Im okay. In fact...Im great."
With the pick slid inside the cuffs, she began to fiddle around, following her instructions directly. She had never done a lock pick mission before (let alone, used handcuffs before), but she was more then willing to give it a shot. After a while, the miracle happened.
*click*
With a smile on her face, Charlie slowly removed the now undone emerald handcuffs, freeing her mentor.
"Hey! I did it!"
The smile on her face was ear to ear. She was proud of herself.
Proud of a job well done.
TBC: Oracle.
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Post by Oracle on Apr 2, 2012 18:29:28 GMT -8
Continuing to keep her hands still, she watched as Charlie worked. Barbara had to admit that when Charlie ended up on a task, she was pretty damn good at it. Even if she was completely new to the cause.
At... least it appeared Charlie was relaxing a little. And that was good.
Upon hearing the tell-tale 'click' of the release from the handcuffs, her eyes turned to her as she held onto a grin. "Ah--! You did it!! Great work, Charlie!"
She honestly was VERY proud of her. Not to mention relieved to be out of those things. She rubbed her wrists inadvertently. "Thank you SO much for getting me out of those. You really saved me there. I'm not really sure how I'd be able to wheel over to where I had the pick located if you haven't come along."
She looked back to Green Arrow's arrow sitting in front of her, unhinged. If anything.... she at least knew how things worked and Ollie would have a nice little arsenal, plus one of her own specially made com links cleverly disguised, of course.
At least... she had the plan of getting to setting the mold once she had finished with the arrows.
Glancing at the clock, she looked back to Charlie. "You are awake at an odd hour... are you not sleeping well...?"
TBC: Charlie
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Post by Misfit on Apr 4, 2012 0:58:47 GMT -8
As Charlie watched as Oracle rubbed her wrists, now free from her bondage, she couldn't help but have the blush return to her cheeks. Barbara was right...as much as she tried to hide it, it was almost impossible for a ginger to hide a blush.
Stupid genetics.
Her hands rose up and began to softly rub her own cheeks, almost as if she was trying to counter the blush. Overall, it was a useless attempt, but one she knew she had to at least try. She was dealing with the protiege of the World's Greatest Detective, which was quite the curse at this moment.
After all, it didn't take the World's Greatest Detective to discover that Charlie had a crush.
As soon at Barbara pointed out the time, Charlie looked up at the clock frantically.
Crap!
Quick, make up an excuse. Something smooth. Something suave. Something that perfectly fits the occasion. Use your imagiation. Maybe you wanted to discuss stradegy with Oracle. Maybe you were thinking about a re-design for your costume. Maybe some memories are coming back to you after the incident earlier. Maybe you had a quesiton about your powers.
Say something. Anything. Make something up. Quick!
"I just...had to pee!"
Stupid girl!
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Post by Oracle on Apr 5, 2012 12:52:38 GMT -8
Barbara could only quirk an eyebrow as she watched Charlie. She couldn't help but notice that something seemed... a little.. "off". Perhaps it was due to the fact that she was still suffering from the headaches.. from the nightmares.. just like the rest of them.
Things in their little world lately have been getting curiously strange over the last few days. Not only in their personal world, but in the surrounding environment.
It seemed that Gotham PD was getting a higher-than-average call rate... especially over the last couple of nights.
As much as she wanted to, Barbara couldn't just blame it all on a Full Moon. After all, the moon was in a waxing phase as of now.
"Oh... well, alright." Charlie's explanation was good enough for her. The night's call did plague everyone once in a while.
"Are you going to be going back to bed...? Or do you think you're going to be up for a while?" Barbara didn't want to keep her if she was still tired. "I... could really use a hand with a few things... if you're up for it."
TBC: Charlie
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