The noose tightens

[twiceahero]

Barbara is ensconced in her backup-backup-backup command center. Which was worrying. She only has one more fall-back plan, and that is so desperate that she'll try everything else before resorting to it. Apparently she cares more about her secret identity than she thought.

It doesn't help that she's lost contact with pretty much everyone. Dick and Robin are having transport problems, and Dinah's lying low or unconscious or something. Everyone else she might call in has something slightly higher-priority to deal with than saving a girl in a wheelchair, so she sits and stares at her screens.

The bad guys found her last net-drop five minutes ago, and that means their next stop will be here. Whoever Blockbuster has tracing her is good, and she suspects that they've managed to get their hands on some of her hardware, maybe from Dick's car, which has only made it that much easier for them. It's almost time to get dressed for company.

But first... Just in case... Barbara pulls up a new file and starts typing. (Funny, for all her contingency plans, she's never felt the need to set this up before...)

To: Dick, Bruce, and whoever Robin is these days

This message is set to auto-send itself to you if I fail to log into my systems for more than 24-hours. If you're reading this, then something has gone terribly wrong. I assume you're looking into it already.

Even if I'm not around I can still be useful. The data I've collected over the years is still a useful tool, so you'll need access to it. Use it to carry on my work. My father doesn't know it, but he has all my passwords and encryption keys. Everything you need to get started is written on the back of the framed picture of me on his desk at Police HQ.

I guess this is my last will and testament and all that, huh?

Well... keep up the good fight for me.

Love,
Babs

Comments

[serinusniger]

It's funny how men don't look too closely to check on your state of consciousness if you lie twisted on your back with your cleavage well displayed.

Dinah waits until the scarred knife-midget-guy has his back turned before she pounces, making sure he calls up front to get the attention of Lady Teaspoon before she dispatches him. No reason, she just wanted to smirk smugly and wave as she said 'Ta-ta' in a much better English accent before bailing with the parachute. She hadn't expected the warrior princess to jump on her and try and kill them both by fighting in midair, but it wasn't hard to deal with.

Shame about Lady Vic's nose, though.

Still, at least she's now in the good ol' USA, and there's a car rental place on every corner. Just the thing for a girl in a hurry.


Now what?


Oh, right.

"You there, Oracle?"