Who: Batman and Oracle What: Searching for the Joker When: Right after this Where: Clocktower Systems status/rating: incomplete/PG-13
11:40
Every screen in her room was lit and every screen was moving. No one could be blamed for wondering how the woman sitting in the center of it all was paying attention to everything going on, but she managed. A face recognition program ran on one side of the room, but that only worked for the footage that was clear. Everything else, she had to go through, speeding through it until something caught her eye and she slowed it down to go through frame by frame. "Come on, come on…" Babs leaned forwards, squinting at the greenish tone of the video. She hadn't bothered to ask before she'd dug into the Isis video cameras, figuring that this was for the greater good and no one would be complaining in the end.
She had other footage up as well. Cameras from areas surrounding the building that would show her where the Joker had run off to, which was ultimately what she wanted to know. But the key was finding him first, and to do that she needed to know when he'd been there in the first place.
11:43
A breeze was hitting the back of her neck and most likely cooling the coffee sitting on her desk. It blew in from the window she'd pulled open for Bruce convenience. She hadn't completely abandoned security. Her eskirma sticks had barely left her sight since Joker's arrival in the city and she'd reoutfitted her chair with its tasers once again, but the window she left open. If someone other than Bruce climbed through they were in for a nasty surprised from an extremely pissed off tech-whiz.
Babs barely blinked as she rewound a video from one of the newsstands on the corner down the block from the Isis. The video wasn't great quality, but it was one of the main points of entrance to the area. The further she went back, the more she found herself shaking her head, wondering what she was missing and where.
She found herself running through a 12:11pm frame when her finger reached out to hit pause on instinct. "Is that… you?" Babs patted around to the side, reaching for the mouse for that particular computer so that she could blow up the frame on the larger screen.
11:47
"Bruce, you taught me how to appear and disappear. You're not sneaking up on me that easily." His entry was silent as usual. Completely undetectable, but she'd learned from the best. Babs barely turned around when he entered, instead concentrating on making the image she'd found larger.