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Barbara Gordon (alwaysabat) wrote in wariscoming,

She'd been halfway through reviewing the finally-updated crime scene report when there was a knock at her door. She looked at the clock and was slightly surprised. She knew it wasn't Tim. She'd given him a key. Over the last few hours while the rage had lessened , the urge to have this woman's head on a platter hadn't. And she was wrestling with that. Largely becuase she didn't want to snap at the person who'd just knocked. That would be bad and make a bad impression, but at this hour? Generally it meant something was up...

She rolled toward the door, carefully as not to hit anything - she's managed to get her apartment set up so that there was more than enough clearance. It was sparcely decorated but given what she was doing at that point in her life? It made sense. She was tempted to track down an unclaimed pile and just use the funds for her own use, but that was dishonest... Instead she'd started putting up ads for her own internet security site - like the one she'd had in Gotham, and she already had two rather low-level clients. but it was growing via word of mouth. She'd gotten a TV but that was about it. And it was mostly so she could tune into news channels. But none of that mattered tonight. The story would be everywhere in the morning. It was already all over the web now...

Getting to the door, Barbara reached for the knob to open it. She worried that something had happened. Had someone gotten in? Were they evacuating? She momentarily wondered if there was even a system to alert them to threats within the building itself? But they weren't targeting the building at the moment and that meant that other steps had to be taken. But again? Not now. She pulled the door open and standing there was a dark-haired man - clearly taller than her own 5'8" (not that she seemed that tall given the chair) - who was holding a pizza box in his hands. "Um... Hi," she was rather confused here. It was late. Was he looking for someone else? "Can I help you?" Yes today just kept getting more and more off...