Fast Learners
Babs blinked, looking up from her phone. “You’re the-” She shook her head.
No, no. Remember how it felt when adults gave you that look at fourteen. Do not make the look, Barbara Ann Gordon. Do NOT.
Putting her phone back in her belt, she focused on the problem at hand.
“Alright,” she said, smiling her best professional smile. “If you’re the pro, you’re the pro. Where do you want to start?”
“Believe me, I know, I look like the last person to be an expert on such things, but unlike my father and my uncle, I was born with my powers, which means I’ve spent my entire life figuring out how this whole superpowers thing works. Not to mention that being born this way increased my connection to the speed force to at least twice of what my father’s is.” She paused, “Well, the best place to start if figuring out where or when you belong, if not here.”
