babs/dami log: in front of the manor
Barbara rolled the window of her black sedan down, extended her arm into the wind and breathed in the fresh air. It used to be that the trees made her uncomfortable, the lack of smog made her sneeze and the quiet kept her up at night. She hadn't put on her Shadow Girl costume since she got there, so all her time was spent locked in her room at the manor searching and searching. She was getting close to cracking through the League, close enough that she thought she could actually sneak in there herself, but that was all wrong. Each time she burrowed a hole through their security, it was closed. Each time she thought someone from her family was dead or missing, they popped right back up.
She knew it was time for a change of attitude, maybe even goals. Bruce wasn't dead, Jason wasn't a fucking bastard and she really liked this lab-girl named Gwen. Maybe it was time to start trying to pull people together so that they could easily take the League down? Doing it on her own with Damian wasn't getting them there fast enough, even if that was what they were used to. But, shit, turning down that dark road of picking up the pieces of her family scared the hell out of her.
No big decisions were made on the car ride to the mansion, though. She just enjoyed the hints of spring, the fact that her arm wasn't actually shot by an arrow and that she always had Damian to count on. Her car rolled up, dwarfed by the giant mansion, and she got out to greet Damian. She was dressed in her purple jacket, worn out jeans, boots and a yellow scarf that reminded her of her old cape. Her hair was pulled back in that tight, swinging ponytail and she looked happy even though she had a weird egg hunt.
"Good to see the cowboys and indians knew not to mess with you." She said to Damian with a smile, looking around as if to say they weren't anywhere to be seen.