Who: Barbara Gordon and Galen Marek Where: His house When: Today What: A wrecked place
She'd known it was too good to be true. She'd stayed in the room that Dick and Peter had put together since she arrived, but then she saw something upstairs - where their room had been and she'd gone up and seen her room. Well not the room here, but the room that she'd moved out of when she'd hurt herself again - to move back in with her dad.
And it was amazing, unbelievable, crazy, impossible - but amazing all the same. She'd fallen into her bed and it even smelled the same and she'd rolled over toward the wall and for a moment she'd felt like she was back at home again, where she belonged. But she'd had to get up eventually and when she left the room she saw something on the kitchen counter too.
She hadn't even been able to make it through an entire letter before she was on the move, gasping for breath pressing a hand to her chest trying to control herself and her breathing and not lose her mind at the reminder of what she was missing at home - what the stakes were. Her freaking out would not change things, it wouldn't send her home, it wouldn't take care of James.
She needed a distraction.
Which was how Barbara found herself at Starkiller's house, and her eyes went wide as she approached, it looked like it had been through a tornado or something, and she wondered if maybe he'd woken to some unwelcome gift as well. Barbara approached carefully peering in through a broken window, and then continuing to the door pushing it open and calling out as she did. "Starkiller?" She asked, hoping he was okay despite the state of things.