11-09-2004, 09:05 PM
Franki Grayson straightened her tall frame, listening to Victoriaâs speech and trying not to make any sort of judgement of the woman. She did have to appreciate the seriousness that the white-haired woman gave this mission of theirs, though she had heard way too many speeches just like that; it felt redundant to her, Franki wasnât going to ignore it but she wasnât going to go weak in the knees at the thought of serious danger. She lived in serious danger every day, her home was a war zone, and she was one of the few that was keeping it held together and preventing it from becoming worse.
Franki understood that she should introduce herself to this team, but she wasnât prepared to join the onslaught of âHi, my name isâ¦â introductions of their own little hero AA; no, sheâd rather stick to the shadows, observe and wait for somebody to approach. Perhaps she had just gotten too many of her Grandfatherâs trait when she agreed to take up the Batgirl mantle, maybe it was the time sheâd spent with the police force, or most probably it was just her personality rearing itâs rebellious head. She wasnât a joiner, she worked with the rest of Gotham Cityâs heroes, but she preferred to work alone as one of the many protectors. Franki Grayson knew how to work as a team, she was a CSI, Batgirl preferred the solitude; it was easier to work if you werenât watching out for others, making sure they didnât get hurt. It was also easier because she wouldnât become suddenly inferior to the rest, she wouldnât be relegated to menial jobs as the lure or the bait, or whatever else theyâd like for her to do.
But here she was with another group; with a speedster, a telepath and who knows what, and what did she have to offer? Intelligence and brute force? Yeah, like that would be needed, knowing her luck one of them was a super genius, and sheâd be relegated to bait again, âhere Batgirl, stand and wave your arms while we wait for so-and-so to lunge at youâ she may have the title of Batgirl, but she still hadnât gained any of the respect that her mother and Cassandra seemed to maintain during theyâre stints as part of the Bat Family.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she continued to remain silent; attempting to not look sulky underneath the mask. Franki didnât want these peopleâs pity either, she was here because Dr. Strange requested her presence, and inevitably she would have to prove herself as a new member. But she wasnât going to bow down to the veterans and get walked on, it wasnât how she worked; she was an adult after all and deserved the respect that came with adulthood.
âMight as well make myself comfortable.â Franki thought as she relaxed her stance.
Franki understood that she should introduce herself to this team, but she wasnât prepared to join the onslaught of âHi, my name isâ¦â introductions of their own little hero AA; no, sheâd rather stick to the shadows, observe and wait for somebody to approach. Perhaps she had just gotten too many of her Grandfatherâs trait when she agreed to take up the Batgirl mantle, maybe it was the time sheâd spent with the police force, or most probably it was just her personality rearing itâs rebellious head. She wasnât a joiner, she worked with the rest of Gotham Cityâs heroes, but she preferred to work alone as one of the many protectors. Franki Grayson knew how to work as a team, she was a CSI, Batgirl preferred the solitude; it was easier to work if you werenât watching out for others, making sure they didnât get hurt. It was also easier because she wouldnât become suddenly inferior to the rest, she wouldnât be relegated to menial jobs as the lure or the bait, or whatever else theyâd like for her to do.
But here she was with another group; with a speedster, a telepath and who knows what, and what did she have to offer? Intelligence and brute force? Yeah, like that would be needed, knowing her luck one of them was a super genius, and sheâd be relegated to bait again, âhere Batgirl, stand and wave your arms while we wait for so-and-so to lunge at youâ she may have the title of Batgirl, but she still hadnât gained any of the respect that her mother and Cassandra seemed to maintain during theyâre stints as part of the Bat Family.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she continued to remain silent; attempting to not look sulky underneath the mask. Franki didnât want these peopleâs pity either, she was here because Dr. Strange requested her presence, and inevitably she would have to prove herself as a new member. But she wasnât going to bow down to the veterans and get walked on, it wasnât how she worked; she was an adult after all and deserved the respect that came with adulthood.
âMight as well make myself comfortable.â Franki thought as she relaxed her stance.
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