Ghosts Who: Babs and Dick Where: The Clocktower When: After Dick's talk with Bruce What: Comfort
Barbara had insisted Helena go home. It was late, she was sore and doubtless she wanted to just get into her own apartment, shower and crash. Helena agreed, finally, only reluctantly. It was a relief. Barbara never did like hovering, even when it was friends. And the truth was, she wasn't sure just what she was feeling at the moment. Scared, to be sure; angry at herself for that. If she closed her eyes, she could still recall his laugh, and the cold, blank eye of the camera looking down on her.
She changed into her sweats and used the elevator to get down to the work out area. She practiced her eskrima, her fighting sticks furiously thwaping the dummy again and again, loudly, her little, savage grunts getting lost in the rapid sound. She worked them with one hand, manipulating her wheelchair with the other, dodging in and out. As if the Joker would be so kind as to stay still while she knocked the shit out of him. I'm not helpless, she kept reminding herself. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.