The moment Helena turned around, Batgirl was standing behind her, all shadows with a lick of flame red hair poking out. "Evening, Huntress," she spoke, holding her hands up in the air to show she meant no harm. "I was wondering if I could have a word..."
Barbara had had a lot of things on her mind lately and a lot of choices to balance. Trust seemed to be a reoccurring theme in her life lately, mostly that people thought she didn't give enough of it. Huntress was a sound enough investment to go out on a limb for. "I'm here on behalf of Oracle."