Re: In-person, DC: Babs G & Damian W
Even from a distance, Barbara's horse could be heard whining, stomping, frustrated at the new surroundings. Babs knew that keeping calm was the best way to help an anxious horse, but she was feeling nervous too. The horse could smell it on her. It thought if she was upset, there was good reason for it to be, too.
It took one look to know that Barbara had just arrived from a different time. Worn brown leather armor, a fur hood made out of deep black and daggers at her hips were visual proof of the hunter she had to be to survive. Barbara was holding onto the horse's reins as it whined, kicked at dirt and tried to pull away half-heartedly. Nervous. Confused that it was here and not some digital world.
She turned, pulled down her hood and stared at him. Her red hair loose, wild and curled, rolling down her back in waves. In the light of the stables, he could see how Batgirl would still be a title that applied to her. She was younger than him by a couple years and had the same kind of intensity in her eyes that her father did. And no, she wasn't a cripple.
"Damian?" She asked, taking a full five seconds to register and believe this was actually him. Something clicked in her mind and her expression went serious. "Have you been smoking? I can smell it on you."
The horse neighed and tugged away from her. Babs took a step back so it wouldn't feel crowded.