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《 The redheads eyes fluttered closed, her grip on Binary's hips tightening just slightly -- a groan had escaped, then another, and another, letting the other hacker know just how much she was enjoying the taste of her. 》

>. Begging internally that her legs would cease their endless tremble, Binary's grip on her white-hat hacker lover intensified in raw desperation.

《 "I'd love to do that--" 》

《 Shot. That's right, she was shot.

And help was coming.

Help. Batgirl needed help.

But she wasn't Batgirl right now - Batgirl could handle anything, could push through the worst hardships and still come out the other side shining.

No, right now, she was Barbara Gordon - and Barbara Gordon had been shot. What a cruel joke. 》

《 A hand grabbed hers, squeezing it to offer support whilst she lay there broken on the floor. It should've been a nice gesture, it should've been comforting - but all Barbara could think about was those nasty, godforsaken gloved hands tearing at her clothes, manic laughter ringing out all the while.

Disgusting. She felt disgusting.

Another whimper left her, her hand shifting away from comfort, trembling as she took in the question asked.

Anyone she could call...

"..Dad --" That was it, he was all she wanted. "-- I want.. my dad.."

After a moment she realised the stranger probably didn't know who that was -- or maybe he did, but was too polite to assume. Gathering enough strength to speak again, Barbara tried again.

"Commissioner Gordon.. d-dad.."

Bruce -- or, Batman, as it were -- would surely find out later. Something about that future conversation filled her with dread, but that wasn't worth thinking about right now. what mattered was--

"Nghh-- f u c k.." 》

nightshiftmedic

+. As he had assumed, she was related to the commissioner. Father and daughter. Although he had never really been properly introduced to the commissioner before, they had definitely met during work. And now...their paths were going to cross again. This time in the least pleasant way possible.

"We're going to call him as soon as possible, alright? But first, we're going to get you the help you need."

Still deep in work mode, Chiaki kept steady pressure on Barbara's gunshot wound;; watching the stretcher finally come into his peripheral. He made sure to bring as many of her belongings as she'd need for the trip and hospitalization, prioritizing the phone and wallet.

" --- We're going to lift you, okay? Ready? 1...2...3---"

With all hands on deck, they moved their patient to the stretcher -- making sure to strap her in before getting a fast move on to the ambulance waiting outside. The cops standing by on the pavement and in the road, trying to hold back the curious crowd, took quick notice of the patient's familiarity -- but Chiaki paid them little mind.

"---- Move!"

Right now, she was his priority. Not to stand and gawk at the wounded.

"Barbara -- Focus on me. I need you to tell me about your pain. Rate it for me -- 1 to 10. 10 being the worst pain you've ever experienced."

At the angle and location she had been shot, the risk of paralysis had to be taken into consideration. The longer they waited, the more damaging this could be.+

#《 plot: mistakes from another time 》#rp reply #nightshiftmedic

《 Body limp like a rag doll, Barbara was shifted onto the stretcher, and it was then that she began to realise her body felt a lot heavier than usual.

Dead weight.

It felt like dead weight.

The pain itself felt like an intense, searing heat that burned it's way through her body from the site of the wound. It was nothing like she'd ever felt before -- and after being smacked around by a whole range of Gotham's finest, she was well acquainted with various injuries and the pain that came along with them.

But this..?

"T-Ten.." the redhead managed, gritting her teeth as she lay there, trying to move her legs, wiggle her toes -- anything. "But my- I can't move my legs, I--"

God, she was trying not to panic, trying not to think of the worst, but right now that was near impossible. Maybe they were moving, she just couldn't feel it--

--But when she strained to look down, her face scrunched helplessly as she watched her legs fail to respond to her, like they were no longer a part of her body.

No longer hers.

"Fuck- f u c k--"

Tears were building again, forming a heavy blockade on her lash line that refused to move. She couldn't cry, not now, she had to be strong. She had to have control over something in this situation.

"Please call my dad--" 》

thomaskeen

🌼 * ― TENSE DIALOGUE PROMPTS. CHANGE PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

"Your breath against my neck is the only thing keeping me from losing control right now."

"Don’t look around. Don’t change your expression. Just listen very carefully to what I’m about to tell you."

"I can make you disappear, and the best part? Everyone who loves you will help me look for you."

"You’re acting like you have cards left to play. Look at your hand. Look at me. We both know you're done."

"Take a deep breath. Let it out. Enjoy it, because it’s the last easy thing you’re going to do today."

"I'm not going to ruin your life. I'm just going to stand back and watch you do it yourself."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end this conversation right now.

"Choose your next words like your life depends on them, because they do."

"You think you're the monster in this room?"

"We are well past the point of apologies.

"Now, we're just negotiating the collateral damage."

"I am being incredibly patient with you right now, but you are running out of seconds."

"Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Let's see who haunts who more."

"I didn't lock the door to keep them out. I locked it to keep you in."

"I've been watching you sleep for a week.

"You talk in your sleep, did you know that?

"You keep apologizing to me."

"You can scream if you want to. No one is going to come, but I’d quite like to hear what you sound like when you're desperate."

"Hold still. It hurts a lot less if you don't fight it, and frankly, I'd like to get this over with."

"I’m going to ask you a question. If you lie, I take a finger. If you stay silent, I take two. Let’s begin."

"You’re crying. Why? This is exactly what you chose when you decided to double-cross me."

"Don't bother looking for the keys. I melted them down an hour ago."

"I’m not angry. I’m just calculating exactly how much of you I can take apart before you stop breathing."

"If you make a single sound, I will drive this blade straight through your throat. Do you understand me?"

"Please. Please don't look at me like that. Just do it quickly. Just don't make me beg."

"They're downstairs. They found us. If we don't jump right now, we are going to die in this room."

"Look at my hands. I can't get the blood off. It won't come off. Why won't it come off?"

"Run. Don't look back, don't wait, just run because whatever is coming next will be me."

"Go ahead, call the police. Who do you think answers the phone when you dial those numbers?"

"Look in the mirror. Do you even recognize what's left of you?"

"You're going to sit there, and you're going to smile, and you're going to act like everything is perfect."

#《 ask starters 》

madhouserabbit

"I’m begging you to keep on — " @404acle

" — haunting me. I know you’re gonna keep on haunting me. "

#《 oracle notes 》#reblogging this again because it's sososo cute

" Y’know, I expected more from the all-knowing oracle. You’re just a little girl behind a screen. "

《 Barbara bristled at the comment, her jaw tensing slightly, her brow furrowing. She wasn't familiar with this .... rabbit person? No, person dressed as a rabbit--

-- Because what else would Gotham throw at her --

-- But something about them told her she had to tread lightly. To take care with what she said, lest she blow a fuse.

"Big talk coming from a little girl in a rabbit costume. F Y I Wonderland's around the corner." 》

madhouserabbit

Laughter spilled from Lorina, sounding sickeningly sweet. She was left breathless, for a moment. Only a moment.

"Atta girl." The criminal hummed, words warm and curling up with one corner of her lip. She tipped her body forward ever so slightly, squinting for a moment. Her blonde spilled over her shoulders, as the ears on her headband flopped.

"Wonderland? Around the corner?" A small chuckle escaped her at that.

A grin split across her lips, giving way to a smile that was all teeth.

"Darling, we’re in Gotham. You fell down the rabbit hole long , long , long ago."

《 The redhead grimaced at the laughter, the sweetness of it all but rotting the teeth in her skull. Already this rabbit was proving herself to be a lot to handle, but that wasn't exactly anything new for Gotham.

Emerald green eyes watched as the rabbit woman leant forward, noting the pathetic little flop of the soft white ears atop her head - fake, thankfully, though Barbara got the feeling she wouldn't ever catch this woman without them.

"Huh, you really are sticking to that twisted wonderland theme, aren't you? I can appreciate the dedication-" Barbara offered a chuckle of her own, eyes glinting behind the lenses of her glasses, "So tell me, what are you doing here, rabbit?" 》

madhouserabbit

Lorina’s smile unfurled suddenly at the word rabbit — not wounded, nor irritated by it.

Delighted.

The expression spread across her lips slowly — and controlled, curling at both corners now. She rocked back onto her heels, the motion seeming almost childish in nature. Her gaze lingering on Barbara for a moment, before she turned her head.

" Well, " she started, voice filled with a certain amusement, " for starters, you really ought to stop saying rabbit like that. "

One gloved hand came up, fingertips adjusting the limp white ear perched atop her head. Fabric bent beneath her touch as she smoothed it absently. Cherishing the ridiculous headband with almost uncanny sincerity.

" You might rile a girl up. "

Another laugh escaped her then, sounding like it was in the wrong room. Like it belonged somewhere more convincingly comedic.

Then, she moved closer once more. Eyes fixated on the redhead.

Not enough to touch. Not yet.

Never enough to justify recoiling.

Only enough for her presence to fill the edges of Barbara’s space, pressing in like perfume sinking into fabric.

Her eyes wandered shamelessly across the redhead’s face — the sharp green of her gaze behind lenses that held stories, the tension gathered neatly in her jaw, the careful composure sitting atop her shoulders like armor stitched closed too tightly.

" Look at you. " Lorina’s voice lowered, warm and wicked. " Giving strange women pet names, like you want to keep them. "

For a moment something sharpened beneath her sugary theatrics, quick as a rabbit caught beneath stage lights.

" New York bores me. " The rabbit dressed woman confessed with an over the top pout. Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling as though the city itself personally disappointed her.

" Everyone there tries terribly hard to be monstrous and cruel, yet in Gotham.. " A soft scoff left her lips. " It is in their blood. " She fluttered her fingers vaguely.

Gaze settling back onto — into Barbara.

" You hide your bite, don’t you? "

#rp reply #madhouserabbit #《 ooc - hai beloved; I'm in love with your rabbit 》

《 More laughter, more lilting tones, more unique madness.

If Barbara said that she wasn't fascinated by the woman before her, she'd be lying through her teeth. Many people made up the Gotham population -- many people with problems that seemed to have their own problems. Countless times had she seen once brilliant minds collapse under pressure, or beautiful women whose confidence and self love had been stripped away from them so harshly.

In an odd little way, the rabbit woman's clear obsession with the floppy little ears, and her dedication to her silly little theme, tugged at Barbara's chest.

There had to be a reason -- there was always a reason. 》

《 But letting her guard down would do nothing here. As beat down as the rabbit woman may be, she was still as vaguely threatening as any other villain -- and so, Barbara straightened in her chair, head tilting as the woman came closer.

"Strange is definitely right.." she murmured, unable to suppress that sharp tongue in her mouth, "How lucky we are to be entertaining enough for you --"

Though, at the mention of a b i t e, the redhead stiffened slightly, jade green pools narrowing into shallow ponds.

"My bite?" 》

《 "What the fuck--?"

Staring at her screen, fingers twitching above her keys, Oracle took a deep breath as the implications of those messages sunk in. This person, whoever this was, had a run in with Batman himself -- or at the very least, his system. How else would they have known?

Thankfully that meant her own cyber intrusion would be made a lot easier if the data was still there. Even if it wasn't, the knowledge alone that Batman was another target of this determined little hacker made things .... interesting.

More interesting than they already were. 》

《 Finally letting go of her breath, Oracle methodically cracked each knuckle once more, paying no mind to the sharp jolts of pain that shot through her hand. She couldn't deny it, not when this hacker seemed to be so familiar, so Oracle -- begrudgingly -- acknowledged their discovery. 》

. . .

>> [ BOOKS4BRAINS IS TYPING . . . ]

>> [ . . . ]

[ BOOKS4BRAINS ]

[ Color me impressed. ]

[ What's a /nobody/ - as you so kindly put it - doing with knowledge on WayneTech ? ]

《 For a brief moment, Oracle paused, keen green eyes reading the other hackers messages over and over again. Something about this -- about having their attention -- was making her feel a little giddy.

Of course, Gotham had no shortage of odd specimens for her brain to focus on -- to pick apart and decipher their patterns as if they were nothing more than a morning crossword.

But this? Somehow this felt.. personal. Another hacker had graced the digital space, had knowledge beyond just the basics -- knew the WayneTech system intimately -- it was only natural for her to feel so engaged.

Wasn't it? 》

. . .

[ BOOKS4BRAINS ]

[ Okay. ]

[ You've got my attention. ]

[ So, what are you going to do with it ? ]

dividedbybinaries

>. That was the confirmation she was waiting for.

The relief hit her in a strange way -- bittersweet, almost -- but far too delicious to pass up on indulging in it further. Binary let some silence dominate the chatroom as she leaned back in the office chair she previously had been hunched over in. Admiring the handywork like an artist observing the process of their painting -- debating on what brushstroke to add next.

[ Typing . . . ] [ UNKNOWN ]: u know what . i actually had a whole other plan once i figured out ur identity , but since u managed to turn some tables here . . . i def will reconsider : ) . [ UNKNOWN ]: funny how that works , wouldnt u agree ?

She wanted to keep 'BOOKS4BRAINS' on the edge on all accounts. But even Binary knew in the cyber world, there had to be trades. Information exchanged back and forth like currency online. And she'd only get so far acting completely anonymously.

[ UNKNOWN ]: id be happy to tell u how i managed to find a loophole in waynetech's """""stellar""""" firewalls . and exactly how the bat shouldve covered himself better . [ UNKNOWN ]: but then u gotta give me smth in return .

Set stage.

Curtain reveal.

[ UNKNOWN >> new name >> B1N4RY ] [ B1N4RY ]: figured we should properly introduce ourselves if we're trading secrets . . . [ B1N4RY ]: and urs ? : )

Come on. Don't be shy now. <

#《 chatroom 》#rp reply #dividedbybinaries

《 Binary.

An interesting name, but a name nonetheless. Filing that information away, adding it to the slowly growing document, the redhead stared at her screen with a new fascination. The numbers in place of letters was almost a cute addition, very fitting with the theme.

But the addition also seemed to serve a purpose -- this person valued appearances, valued how they were perceived by others, if at all.. and that thought prodded at the Oracle's brain in such an odd way.

She couldn't help but wonder if this hacker was this cocky outside the screen. Usually, that wasn't the case, but it was an interesting thought.

Would her anomaly be so different on all accounts, or just the one? 》

《 Deciding to go along with introductions, the white hat hacker changed her own name with careful keystrokes:

[ BOOKS4BRAINS >> NEW NAME >> ORACLE ]

It felt somewhat thrilling, revealing herself like this to someone who was clearly going to bring more trouble to her door than she really wanted -- but, somehow, she got the feeling the trouble would be worth it.

[ ORACLE IS TYPING . . . ]

. . .

[ ORACLE ] : Alright, I'm listening.

[ ORACLE ] : What could you possibly want? And don't give me a monologue about taking over Gotham -- I've had enough of that for one lifetime.

She knew what she was getting herself into -- information sharing between two digital invaders was risky business -- but the redhead had a burning need to satisfy her curiosity. To know everything. After all, how could she call herself the Oracle if.. you know.. 》

《 "G o d look at you.. you're gorgeous--" 》

>. Two words was all it took for the fire to ignite.

"K-Keep going."

《 The redheads eyes fluttered closed, her grip on Binary's hips tightening just slightly -- a groan had escaped, then another, and another, letting the other hacker know just how much she was enjoying the taste of her. 》

《 "What, did you think I'd be able to cope with the usual Gotham doom and gloom?" 》

>. The words spoken out loud made Binary's heart skip a beat -- her body involuntarily reclining a little further as she held a suspended breath;; a lustful spark surging through her.

A complete 180 from how she acted mere minutes prior.

《 "G o d look at you.. you're gorgeous--" 》

《 "No lights then," Barbara nodded in agreement, stealing a kiss of her own, "Just you and me, nothing else." 》

>. ...Why was she suddenly feeling so...alright?

《 "What, did you think I'd be able to cope with the usual Gotham doom and gloom?" 》

Kate swallowed what tasted a little too much like fear before hitting the call button, unsure if she wanted it to be answered or not. Kate had realized a split second too late that she couldn’t handle this case alone; a broken rib and dislocated shoulder later, she had crawled into this alleyway to catch her breath and call the one person she could stand to ask for help from.

Sitting alone on the ground, nothing but her own labored breathing filling the dank, musty space with noise as she let her back lean against the graffiti-covered wall, Kate listened to the line ring.

C’mon, Babs. Pick up.

She said, pain and humiliation making her voice impatient. And then, in a broken whisper -

Please.

@batwoman-or-whatever

《 For once, Barbara had been lay tucked up in bed, the softness and warmth of her bedsheets lulling her into the first stages of sleep. The day had been taxing -- managing a full team of Bats on a drug trafficking mission -- and now, all she wanted to do was disappear into her pillows for an hour or so before wiring herself up once more.

It wasn't that she hated her job, quite the opposite, actually. She thrived in that position of control, her mind working through every puzzle and route like it was a part of her system.

It was more that this had been the third attempt at a drug ring this month, and she was dying for an actual challenge -- as morbid as that was. Barbara needed something engaging.

So when she rolled over to find her phone buzzing with Kate Kane's name on her screen, Barbara wasted no time in answering.

"Kate..?" 》

batwoman-or-whatever

Oh, thank god.

Kate breathed a loud sigh of relief before almost immediately gritting her teeth as a wave of pain washed over her. She hadn’t meant to sound so relieved, so desperate to hear the other woman’s voice, but the events of the night had stripped her of her usual bravado and swagger.

Babs, hey. Thanks for answering. Did I wake you?

Again, another wave of pain, but Kate refused to let it have the satisfaction of making her sound any more pathetic than she already had.

I-uh…I might have gotten into a situation with…well…

She sighed again, head falling back to land against the brick wall with a thud. Was she really about to say this out loud? To Barbara Gordon of all people?

The ache in her ribs said, Yes. Yes, you are.

I think I should just show you the footage. No way you’re going to believe this isn’t just me having a severe concussion otherwise.

《 Already sitting up at the sound of that sigh coated in both pain and relief, Barbara shuffled herself to the edge of her bed, preparing to move over into her chair.

"No, you didn't, I was.. still awake."

A half truth, but the technicalities didn't matter right now -- what mattered was that she was needed, and by the Batwoman of all people. Using her arms to hoist herself up, she carefully transferred herself over into her wheelchair, taking a moment to stretch a little before moving her feet onto their supports.

"Mmnn.." She hummed pensively as she listened, wheeling herself over to her desk, the green light of the monitors illuminating her freckled face once more.

Wherever she was, Kate was most definitely in pain -- and for her to be gritting her teeth over it? It had to be bad.

Diligently tracking the location of the call, Barbara spoke once more, the rhythmic clack-clacking of her keys offering themselves as some sort of atmospheric background noise:

"I'm sending a vehicle your way -- no questions asked, as per. Just hang tight, we'll talk in the Tower, okay?"

batwoman-or-whatever

Did I ever tell you that you’ve always been my favorite?

Kate wanted to smile, but all she could muster was a grimace. Still, the knowledge a vehicle was heading towards her to take her to the Tower and, presumably, medical equipment, a shower, a change of clothes, and safety, was as effective as any pain killer. Kate allowed herself to exhale again, shoulders sagging as she relaxed further against the wall, sparing herself a moment to just breathe.

The moment passed all too quickly, ending when Kate heard the crunch of tires traveling over asphalt. As she moved to get up and head towards the vehicle, she briefly looked down at her suit and noticed blood seeping through her uniform and beginning to migrate down her leg. The glint of something lodged into her thigh caught her attention, but she shook her head and kept moving towards the parked SUV. That was a problem to be solved later, preferably with steadier hands than her own and the equipment to analyze it. And a strong, strong drink.

A short drive later and Kate found herself limping into the Clock Tower, briefly worried she would get blood on the other woman’s pristine flooring, but dismissing the thought with a slight shake of her head.

Look who the bat dragged in. Or, I guess, look at the Bat dragging herself in?

Kate jokes lamely as she approaches Babs perched at her command center, but the waves of pain most likely emanating from the object in her thigh make her sense of humor difficult to access. Stilling long enough to clench her fists and catch her breath as the pain moved through her, Kate eventually managed to offer a sincere greeting.

It’s good to see you, Babs. Sorry the circumstances are so…messy.

She gestures vaguely at herself: her suit was ripped and torn in various places and covered in mostly her own blood, a rare sight for any Bat, but especially Kate. In that moment, she looked every bit like roadkill a cat might drag in before discarding.

This was humiliating. Kate decided she deserved it. Some small but loud part of her felt that the sting was somewhat ameliorated by seeing Babs again after so much time had passed between them, and Kate focused her attention on that instead.

《 Barbara doubted the favouritism. She doubted it very much. But that didn't stop the warmth that came from sudden appreciation spreading through her chest. It was nice to be acknowledged, at least.

"Yeah yeah -- just get here safely."

There wasn't necessarily a need to tell Kate to arrive safely -- Barbara had eyes everywhere, she would make sure the Batwoman arrived in one piece. But just as it was nice to hear Kate's appreciation, Barb supposed this would be nice in return.

Watching the vehicle with sharp eyes, fingers endlessly squishing at a plushie she'd plucked from her desk -- a Batwoman plushie, naturally, her nervous energy had to go somewhere -- Barbara sighed in relief as the SUV dropped Kate off without a hitch. 》

《 The redhead wheeled herself around to face her companion, her brow furrowing at the bloody sight.

That definitely wasn't good. Or normal, by any bat standards.

"You look like you've been mauled--" The words fell out before she could stop them, followed swiftly by a heavy sigh as she rubbed at her temple. "God, sorry, that's probably not helpful."

Pushing herself forward, Barbara grabbed a towel from a storage box -- bat embroidered, of course -- and tossed it over to the other woman with effortless precision, despite her tiredness.

"Here, take that while I go grab some supplies for that.." she cringed, "..wound of yours." 》

batwoman-or-whatever

The unexpected laugh that escaped Kate’s throat at Barbara’s comment was soon strangled by the pain that continued to treat her body like a playground. Grateful for the brief respite the momentary levity provided, she set to work dabbing at her blood as much as she could with the towel while she waited for Oracle’s return.

Remind me to buy you more laundry detergent after this. Got a feeling we’re going to be using a lot of these.

Suddenly weary from the night’s events, Kate found an empty chair and sat down with a loud thump, extending her wounded leg in front of her as she tried to see what, exactly, was lodged in her thigh.

Mauled is a good word for it. I was mauled. As for what did the mauling…

Kate reached up to remove her cowl, shaking her hair free for a moment before hitting a button that ejected a tiny USB.

…you can see for yourself.

#rp reply #batwomanorwhatever

《 Rummaging through the medical drawers, Barbara gathered an assortment of items into a box and wheeled herself back over to her wounded colleague.

The suit could be fixed up no problem, she had no worries about that -- but the rest? The Oracle definitely saw a conversation with Leslie in the near future..

"Laundry detergent is the least of your worries right now--" the redhead sighed, using tweezers to carefully extract what seemed to be a broken shard of a blade that had lodged itself inside the Batwoman's thigh.

The shard had jagged edges, crafted with the intension of shredding through flesh with ease, though the metal itself didn't seem all that durable. Was it intentional? Was it supposed to break like this?

With a sigh, the redhead shook her head -- questions about the blades origins would come later, but for now..

Applying pressure quickly to the wound with another Bat-Towel, Barbara's eyes then shifted to the USB momentarily, narrowing with immediate intrigue.

"Huh.. you know, you're the first to actually make use of that.." she mumbled, a grateful smile tugging at her lips, "Alright, I'll slot it into the computer in a sec-- Do you have any other injuries I should know about before I call Leslie..? She'd probably appreciate a warning.." 》

nightshiftmedic

Continued from this +. @404acle .+

+. "She's losing a lot of blood fast, guys!"

The second-to-last thing Chiaki wanted to happen was for their patient to panic. Nothing good ever came out of someone who was beginning to spiral while simultaneously trying to be cared for. But what was worse than panicking and bleeding out? Dying. And the paramedic couldn't have that. Not on his shift and certainly not on his watch.

"---- Let's pick up the pace! Where is the stretcher!? We're going to need a blood transfusion, stat!"

The blood. The chaos. The ruin. It was rare to come upon a scene with that amount of blood, and the victim was still alive. In fact, she hadn't even looked alive when him and his team of paramedics first set foot in there.

No one should have to see another human being in such a state. But right now, all he had to focus on was getting the woman proper care and help she so desperately needed.

"I'm with the Gotham General, okay? You've been shot --- but help is coming----"

A hand, tightly intertwined with Barbara's -- squeezed it tight before reaching for her wallet nearby. Any identification, anything to help her get sorted quicker once she reaches the hospital. In this case, getting ahead with medical journals was detrimental to saving her.

" --- Barbara? Is there anyone we should call for you---?"

Barbara -- Barbara Gordon. The name wasn't common -- in fact, Chiaki saw it on the news daily. It couldn't be...No. No time to think about that. Time was of the essence, and time was not on their side tonight. Not yet.+