[Barbara immediately pulls back, giving him a better look.
The door opens right into her control room. Computers completely fill one wall; another is pinned with maps, schematics, and designs; the last bears shelves of books and gadgets.
At the moment, boxes litter the floor, spilling with garland and holly and ornaments and glitter and - scrap metal, apparently. She's got her sewing kits out, too.]
Welcome to the clock tower, by the way.
[The reason for the name is clear; a great clock face, looking on to nothing now, looms behind the largest computer, where her desk is set.
On the desk sit several small, plush dolls. One of her, as Batgirl; several Robins; Nightwing, Batman, Azrael. A mug of coffee, spiked with cinnamon, sits steaming beside the keyboard.]
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[Barbara immediately pulls back, giving him a better look.
The door opens right into her control room. Computers completely fill one wall; another is pinned with maps, schematics, and designs; the last bears shelves of books and gadgets.
At the moment, boxes litter the floor, spilling with garland and holly and ornaments and glitter and - scrap metal, apparently. She's got her sewing kits out, too.]
Welcome to the clock tower, by the way.
[The reason for the name is clear; a great clock face, looking on to nothing now, looms behind the largest computer, where her desk is set.
On the desk sit several small, plush dolls. One of her, as Batgirl; several Robins; Nightwing, Batman, Azrael. A mug of coffee, spiked with cinnamon, sits steaming beside the keyboard.]