Flashback: Post-Titans #100
Unemployment was supposed to leave Barbara with time to pause and reflect. Instead, she was surrounded by boxes in a loft apartment while she dove into yet another cyber-brawl.
"DoS attacks? Really?" She muttered to herself as fingers moved swiftly to shunt the would-be terrorists into some oubliette of code and security protocol. "Grow up and join the real cyber-world."
Just as she tracked their point of origin and sent something nasty to deal with their computer's ability to even boot up ever again, a timer rang. Oh, good," she thought. The Apple Cobbler of the Righteous Victor is ready.
"DoS attacks? Really?" She muttered to herself as fingers moved swiftly to shunt the would-be terrorists into some oubliette of code and security protocol. "Grow up and join the real cyber-world."
Just as she tracked their point of origin and sent something nasty to deal with their computer's ability to even boot up ever again, a timer rang. Oh, good," she thought. The Apple Cobbler of the Righteous Victor is ready.