A head lowered closer to the screen. Diana's implications were abound, and little was to be discerned from the computer... for the thing had already absorbed its knowledge.
"I'm listening," the low, gurgling voice said. The low shimmer of florescent blues came from the edges of the cave, providing enormous pools of shadow... to which the cowled demon faded in and out of vision.
It took another seat in front of the computer.
Those who knew "it" best... Alfred, Barbara, Selina... knew that sitting was perhaps the most uncertain of times. The thing could sit and meditate for hours, exuding a perverse amount of patience. Thousands of calculations... every conceivable angle. Poets, legends...