Barbara nodded. Sitting down sounded like a good idea. She was on the verge of going off on one of her intense lines of inquiry, and it would be better for both of them if they weren't out on a roof when it happened.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the Clocktower. That building was supposed to be her home in the future. Babs noticed Dinah head towards the fire escape. "We don't have to go that way, Canary," she called out to her friend, automatically slipping into the habit of using their masked names while on patrol. "I have a grappling gun."