My secretary's name is Susan, Barbara. She'll kill me if I get her name wrong, if you planned on spending the next few days as me.
[ she's been with him for three years now, an older woman made of steel. was very good at calling him on his bullshit. hated when his children just walked past her to see him. she kind of scared him a little. ]
...What? [First of all, of course she knows Susan's name, she's Oracle. But second of all, she is suddenly deeply concerned.]
Bruce - Selina Kyle. Catwoman. Love of your life. [Maybe that will rattle something out of him, but somehow she doesn't think so. She's got an awful sinking feeling.]
[ a pause, his tone sterner. he's getting frustrated. he remembers lachesis' visions, atropos' monsters, but little to nothing about clotho... ]
We all made a collective decision, Barbara. The Moirai leave this universe, to either consign another to destruction, or return to this one to drawn when they become weak.
[ whatever facade of 'barbara' disturbingly disappears, and as strange as it may be to see in her (or maybe not), his eyes narrow in that very bruce way. charlie's feathers ruffle. ]
You don't know what you're talking about. Go and ask Donna if you want. She was there with me, she saw everything.
Tim and I spoke recently, Damian is working on opening the clinic with me, and Jason is volunteering at one of the soup kitchens locally that I'm sure he doesn't know is one of mine. We haven't spoken, but as long as he's keeping himself out of trouble...
[ a pause. ]
I haven't talked to Cassandra since she released herself from League leadership to me. I thought I'd give her some time alone with Stephanie.
This isn't a surprise, because of course Cass would sacrifice a piece of herself to save people; Barbara had just hoped she hadn't been in that position.]
Well. Hopefully I can help you figure it out. I could start with a list of names? [She doesn't want it to be a person, but that would at least be easier to pinpoint than a skill, or a particular memory.]
[ she gives a very small nod and makes a faint noise of assent, her body language closing up a little more as she pulls her legs up under her in the chair. ]
[She's got to smile at that.] Good to know. But you could stand to talk to him when he isn't in trouble.
[Then...her brow furrows, and she taps her fingers on her - his - knee.] Not a bad choice in theory, but she might take it the wrong way. ...Speaking of the League, though, have you coordinated with them?
[Barbara frowns. It wouldn't surprise her if that was true, but she knows it's not.]
...Brenda owned a cafe. You went there a lot. [Sense memories. Her eyes alight with strained hope.] ...If you come over, I could make you tea, maybe it will trigger something.
[She bought Assam tea a long time ago, waiting for the time when Cass would be ready.]
... I've got tea. Oolong. [ she holds up her mug to demonstrate, that look of confusion remaining. she genuinely has no idea what barbara's talking about, and even with the context and the knowledge she's missing something, it's still-- ] Don't drink black teas.
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