Well, this explains why it was so quiet. Dinah's gone and walked right into a set up. At least this time it was Oracle who sent her here.

And it's Oracle they're after.

Not that they'll succeed.

She's lying in a way that one hand is easily able to work its way into her jacket, closing around a metal object the size and shape of a baseball.

How Oracle replicated this, she'll never know, but she's still grateful, for all it hurts that she'll need to use it.

"Sorry, Chicky," she says, finally pushing herself up, "but I never heard of 'Oracle'."