Barbara Gordon - Oracle (knowsherstuff) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-06-09 19:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | oracle |
Who: Barbara Gordon
Where: Clocktower
When: 6/9
What: Barbara reflects on her work over the previous few weeks.
Rating: PG
Barbara stared at the headlines with a smile on her face. They'd all known Luthor had been up to something. Nobody had been able to find anything concrete to help, and then she'd found something crucial and put it in the right hands to make greatness happen. He was going to be impeached—with the incredible amounts of evidence working against him, she was surprised he wasn't up and resigning just to avoid jail. She had been part of the action in her own small way, and for the first time since her relapse, she felt like a real hero again.
She looked at the interface helmet sitting on her desk. She'd hardly had any nosebleeds the last week. She wondered how much more she could accomplish.
It wasn't just the evidence that she'd found. For the first time ever she had a tenuous trace on the Joker's accomplices. She had long since stopped believing that there was any method to his madness, but her hacker contact had pointed her in the right direction. The pieces had snapped together. None of it was enough to outright find the clown, but if he was trying to do anything big, she was sure that she could prevent disaster. Maybe put him away for good.
Yes, she was smart enough to know that this all seemed to good to be true. She was working with someone she knew to be involved in criminal activity and someone who had shown not much fondness for superheroes or superhumans, and yet here he was, giving her the ability to achieve more than she ever had before to help that same group. She spent so much time waiting for the next shoe to drop that she couldn't bring herself to tell anyone about her sources. They would look down on it and treat her like she wasn't being cautious, but she was. She had never been running more security on her system than she was now, and she was constantly vigilant for network penetration. If this hacker wanted to take anything from her, she hadn't seen any evidence of it yet.
The relationship seemed to be founded on intellectual curiosity. He was faster and more streamlined than her, but she was more creative and improvisational than him. The only thing he ever asked her to do was just to try and best little riddles and puzzles and projects that he wrote for her. None of them had been impossible, and she'd felt almost smug satisfaction at his inability to figure out how to stump her.
She glanced at the clock. It had been 36 hours since she had last tried to speak with him. Luthor was down; the Joker was inactive. She had no real reason to make communication. Still, her fingers twitched for a moment before she turned and put the helmet on. "You there?"
The screen lit up with a response, and the games began anew.