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[her_own_rules]

un: barbaragordon || un: batgirl || un: oracle
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Specify which account when messaging. While Barbara Gordon & Batgirl are listed in the public HUD directory, Oracle is not, but it can be reached by simply entering that name. Both Batgirl & Oracle are double-stacked on Barbara's second-ear piece with a local splitter to two boxes, wherein Oracle conversations also have a 95% likelihood of erasing themselves right after taking place.

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text » un: robin

[brat]

The Reverse Flash is here.

I will leave spreading the news to you.

un: oracle

[her_own_rules]

Affirmative, Robin.

Is there anything we should be aware of already?

[brat]

No.

text. b.

[batsymbol]

( sent to barbaragordon, about a week after their last chat. )

There's a package addressed to you.

[her_own_rules]

Where?

[batsymbol]

Outside your tower.

un: R.H. | Text sent to Oracle

[leastdramatic]

[Immediately after this, Jason sends a message]

Coming over to the Clocktower. We got a problem

[her_own_rules]

{ Affirmative.

I'll shutter the outside security for one minute on your arrival.
Your biometrics are already programmed into the hand scanner by the door. }


[ You know. If he even uses the door.

She's gotten over expecting it of any of them. ]

[leastdramatic]

[At least he's zooming over to the Clocktower on his motorcycle? Gotta park it somewhere! It doesn't take long for Jason to arrived after Oracle's response. As expected, there are no problems with entering.

Jason's dressed in his full Red Hood attire. After that last conservation with Damian, he's worried about how fast the blowback might be]

It's me.

un: R.H. | Text sent to Oracle

[leastdramatic]

[After this exchange with Damian, Red Hood sends a new message]

Robin quit. Don't know what happened yet. He's still angry at me.

I sent out a message to Vander to let him know it's been called off. I also offered to talk to him face to face

[her_own_rules]

{ He'll come around.
He's his father's son. }

[ (Like all of them, and then some.) Capable of being just as stubborn, narrow-minded, and dramatic as his father—with the addition of a childhoodless-teenage flare—and just as noble, driven to clear the dark, always returning to the person he wants to be, to become, to be like. She's not surprised this involved theatrics. If anything, she's wondering if their young Bruce is managing to hold on to that truth at all, either. ]

{ Smart. Do you think he'll want a meet? }

[leastdramatic]

[Jason really hopes Damian will calm down soon. And then there's serious concern of what the hell happened between Bruce and Damian to get Damian to quit. But Jason only has so much mental and emotional energy right now and has to prioritize which powder keg to stop first]

Don't know. I hope so but I wouldn't blame him if he said no.

UN: ceo | text

[theknightshift]

[ Sent to oracle ]

I want to look into Nova City. Anything I should be aware of?

[her_own_rules]

[ The pause is barely a heartbeat—and still it covers that username, it's purpose, and the fact Bruce Wayne, found this channel outside of the directory. Because, of course, he did. (It feels like home. It feels like her own personal challenge.) Her mouth tugs a crooked line, as her fingers dance on keys, securing his public line better, switching it to private, and kicking it through several of her backdoors. It'll be better soon. Just not yet. ]

{ It's a ghost megalopolis, mostly. Good for swinging.
The insides are basically 4chan's Backrooms on steroids. }

[theknightshift]

[ The username was silly. Bruce could concede that point, but it'd been on purpose. If only to make him less identifiable in the network. ]

Then no one will mind if I set up there.

I'll stop by before I head out. I want to integrate your security protocols into my cowl.

@jaycetalis | text (timey-wimey date/time) ➞ @oracle

[hexcope]

Hello. I don't believe we've met, but I'm putting together a contact sheet for those of us with abilities to be able to reach out to each other easier, since we're fairly spread out for this mission. Care to volunteer?

[her_own_rules]

[ It's really only two questions that come to mind—not an answer, the question put to her—first. ]

{ What kind of a contact sheet, for whom, and of whom exactly? The extrapolation of mission parameters would make every Etrayan someone 'with abilities,' at this point, would it not? }


[ Okay. Maybe more than two once her mouth opened.

Consider it a touchy subject, and one that is her exact wheel house. ]

[hexcope]

Names or alias', abilities. For all of us to use, if we need to reach out to someone with specific abilities, or need back up. Makes sense to know who to call if you need someone with water control, and you've only got fire power.

I'm hoping to keep this specific to people who intend to help others. If someone's going to be skipping out on their mission duties to go clubbing, they're not going to be a part of this.

@jaycetalis | text (timey-wimey date/time) ➞ @batgirl

[hexcope]

[And then she, unknownst to Jayce, gets the same text LMAO]

Hello. I don't believe we've met, but I'm putting together a contact sheet for those of us with abilities to be able to reach out to each other easier, since we're fairly spread out for this mission. Care to volunteer?

[her_own_rules]

[ At least you aren't there to hear the snicker in person, Talis. ]


I'm probably not against the idea of it.

Is that the full length of the sell speech, or is there more?

[hexcope]

Most people prefer a short pitch.

christmas gift

[catscratching]

( A companion bot arrives mid-morning and waits politely outside Barbara's space until acknowledged. When it finally presents the package, it does so quickly before departing.

The box is wrapped in clean, midnight-blue paper with a thin copper ribbon wound once around it and tied in a simple, efficient knot.

Inside, Barbara will find a sleek pair of blue-light blocking glasses — lightweight, durable, stylish . Nestled beside them is a slim case, soft-lined, designed to slip easily into a bag or pocket.

Tucked beneath the case is a small card, handwritten in graceful script: Save your eyes. — S. XOXO )

Recieving || Not-Quite-A-Tag

[her_own_rules]

[ (OOE: 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇; 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌)

Barbara isn't expecting much on Christmas morning. From Dick, sure, maybe. He's terrible at not-making-a-gesture and given it's their first month-holiday-etc since what happened on the mission, she thinks she'd be in her rights—even just as his best friend and someone who knows him better than most anyone else, save Donna and Roy and Wally—to expect he's somewhere to-doing something far bigger than she'd ever need out of him.

(It'd be a lie to say she isn't looking forward to it. Just a smidge.
Loving Dick has never been a one-way street with 'inspite of's.'
Even his terribly exuberant over the topness is part of it.)

So, a bot at the door isn't expected, but she half-smiles, wondering how-why-what he's done when she gets to the glasses and the note. And Babs stands there on the Manor's steps, looking down at both, an odd combination of both surprise and an ache she can't quite name. That edges far closer to home than Barbara likes to let be seen most of the time. It's a quiet, private whisper to both pieces. ]

You never do what people predict you will, do you?






[P.P.P.P.S.

When it comes to light that Selina, in fact, gifted everyone with something, it's only ever more true. All of the parts of it.
Time displacement can be cruel here, and people can still choose not to be. ]

bbbbackdated to Day 1 post-Mission 012 @oracle • txt • un: tjd

[ployboy]

[A portal showed up and that was that: welcome to Etraya, suckers.

Tim took solace in knowing he wasn't the only newcomer. It stacked the cards in his favor that he wasnt the only one who felt so lousy at the whiplash. But time to feel sorry for himself had long since passed. And now Tim stares at the earpiece like it's something otherworldly (ha ha...); turning it on is a genuine, full-bodied thrill.

The lights in 'his' apartment are off. That's fine.

Not like he ever needed glasses.

Besides, now he has something far more important to focus his energy on: Barbara, Batgirl, or Oracle-? Same woman. Three different worlds.

...

Oracle it is.]

Got the welcome speech from Robin and Red Hood. The network is nifty. It fills in some gaps in the storytelling.

No one's worried the names will be used against them by the AI? It's already connected the dots & brought in half of the city.

Or so I'm told

[Names, again.

Yeah, definitely sensing a theme with his... wayward neuroticism. Oh well.]

[her_own_rules]

{ They aren't careful about what they say on the open network either. }

[ Even in Oracle's monotone, she doesn't doubt Tim would know how she feels about that.


A small beat. ]

{ It's good to see you, Red Robin.
Circumstances aside. }