The skies turned red, blocking the sun and Barbara knew she was coming. The thing that had been hunting her every night for a week. Barbara was so tired, she couldn't run any more so she turned to face her predator and gasped to see herself, or a twisted version of herself. It's fangs dripped with blood and the smile across it's face told Batgirl exactly who its next victim was. Barbara knew she should be scared, but staring into its eyes she just felt calm, excited almost... When the pain came Barbara welcomed it. She looked forward to becoming the thing that had hunted her all this time.
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2021-05-14 07:01:26 +0000 UTC