Barbara Gordon (alwaysabat) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-10-23 21:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | barbara gordon/oracle |
Who: Barbara Gordon and Open
What: Barbara is on monitor duty
When: Backdated to last night while the group is out drinking.
Where: Security Room, Complex
Status: Open, and possibly incoming phone calls
If nothing else things were going back to normal... whatever equated to normal around here anyway. Normal in Lawrence was nothing like back in Gotham. But nothing was ever normal anywhere. Not really. Back in the day she'd be more likely to get her fear and aggression out with training, but now? Now she just didn't know. Playing it one day at a time seemed to be the way to get things done.
Barbara was on monitor duty tonight. Luckily it seemed that very little was going on. On her mind was still Selina. Not only the fact that she was out of town, doing who knows what... Probably stealing again. It was hard to tell with her these days. The recent 'happy drug' - undoubtedly caused by that damn trickster - had brought back up a lot of things. And... she was worried about Dick. He'd slept with Selina. That wasn't easy - not for him... and to make matters worse for her? She'd practically admitted that she still had feelings for him. Which by itself wasn't a bad thing, but after what she'd learned? Maybe there was a reason that the best label for them was always 'Complicated.'
There was a heist on Third and a police chase on the south side of town. Things that some of her people were on already. She was always happy on quiet nights. She'd get on, chat with some of her hacker friends, but now? None of them existed. Not anymore. She had a feeling in the pit of her stomach, like the worst was yet to come. It was something she'd learned a long time ago to listen to. Hearing someone on the comm she nodded, even though no one was there. "That's okay Arrowette. Come back to base. You have classes tomorrow." The situation on third was done with. Babs checked some of the other camera feeds, multitasking - working on one of the websites she'd been building (having used these skills for a steady stream of income). Glancing across the room she was tempted to go for her old standby cure-all... the carton of chocolate ice cream that was sitting in the mini fridge to her left...