Day 4 fic - Identity
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Title: Identity
Fandom: Batwoman
Character: Ryan Wilder
Prompt: Day 4 - Strength/Justice
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 221
Summary: Sometimes Batwoman felt like a separate person
A/N: Spoilers for Season 2, Episode 3 - "Bat Girl Magic!"
She saved the city. What have you done?
Ryan had always been driven toward justice. She'd lucked into the suit. In the suit she wasn't the woman that had been tossed into jail for possession. In the suit she wasn't the woman that was judged by the color of her skin or the gender of the person she slept with. In the suit she wasn't the woman who'd slept in her van for the past few months.
It was the van that saved her. The van and that particular parking spot.
In the suit, she was justice personified. A caped crusader in her own right.
The one problem was that the damned thing didn't fit. It was made for Kate, tailored to her body. And that wig. Had. To. Go.
Once she felt at home in the suit, she'd feel at home with the Bat. A few alterations and she'd be able to bear the responsibility of it all.
Maybe.
The little voice in her head that sounded like her adoptive mother whispered You can do this. Fighting the good fight was something she never had to put on a bulletproof suit to do.
The answer to her parole officer's question came as she stood looking over the lights of the city.
What have I done? I've become what this city needs.
Fandom: Batwoman
Character: Ryan Wilder
Prompt: Day 4 - Strength/Justice
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 221
Summary: Sometimes Batwoman felt like a separate person
A/N: Spoilers for Season 2, Episode 3 - "Bat Girl Magic!"
She saved the city. What have you done?
Ryan had always been driven toward justice. She'd lucked into the suit. In the suit she wasn't the woman that had been tossed into jail for possession. In the suit she wasn't the woman that was judged by the color of her skin or the gender of the person she slept with. In the suit she wasn't the woman who'd slept in her van for the past few months.
It was the van that saved her. The van and that particular parking spot.
In the suit, she was justice personified. A caped crusader in her own right.
The one problem was that the damned thing didn't fit. It was made for Kate, tailored to her body. And that wig. Had. To. Go.
Once she felt at home in the suit, she'd feel at home with the Bat. A few alterations and she'd be able to bear the responsibility of it all.
Maybe.
The little voice in her head that sounded like her adoptive mother whispered You can do this. Fighting the good fight was something she never had to put on a bulletproof suit to do.
The answer to her parole officer's question came as she stood looking over the lights of the city.
What have I done? I've become what this city needs.
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Date: 2021-02-06 01:32 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2021-02-06 02:06 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!