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She rubs her eyes and then readjusts her glasses. She's caught herself staring at Nightwing's cim signal. Still active. Still in Gotham. Still not feeling chatty. Normally, this would be bliss. Dick always wants to talk her ear off about things she'd rather forget...No, not forget. Shelve. Put away in the archive and bring out when it serves some use other then to remind her -
She cuts herself off from the thought and wheels herself away from her terminal. Dinner has been sitting warm in the crockpot for hours after she planned on eating it. Her stomach is growling now and she's once again reminded of her own physical limitations - again.
After scooping up some lamb stew and depositing it over some mashed potatoes she finds herself staring out the impractical clocktower window out onto Gotham City. The clock was a contractor's joke or exploitation; maybe both. There's no way anyone can actually see this thing from the street. It was put here because of the kind of waste and underhanded dealings she and Dick sacrificed their youths to fix. It doesn't stay fixed. Hundreds of years of everyone down there thinking the only way to get by was to look out for themselves created a living testament to the vast good and evil such individual ambition brings the world.
Her neck feels pinched. She moves her hand to rub it when the com beeps and she rolls over to answer it.
Oracle to Nightwing. Respond
She cuts herself off from the thought and wheels herself away from her terminal. Dinner has been sitting warm in the crockpot for hours after she planned on eating it. Her stomach is growling now and she's once again reminded of her own physical limitations - again.
After scooping up some lamb stew and depositing it over some mashed potatoes she finds herself staring out the impractical clocktower window out onto Gotham City. The clock was a contractor's joke or exploitation; maybe both. There's no way anyone can actually see this thing from the street. It was put here because of the kind of waste and underhanded dealings she and Dick sacrificed their youths to fix. It doesn't stay fixed. Hundreds of years of everyone down there thinking the only way to get by was to look out for themselves created a living testament to the vast good and evil such individual ambition brings the world.
Her neck feels pinched. She moves her hand to rub it when the com beeps and she rolls over to answer it.
Oracle to Nightwing. Respond
