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13 - Video

[Barbara's smiling. It's a cautious, calculated sort of smile, but it's real enough. The bags under her eyes have faded, but they're still apparent. Those looking keenly enough might notice she's holding herself a bit stiffly.]

Hello, multiverse.

You've tapped into the Barge's network. We're an interdimensional prison ship meant for rehabilitation. [The smile thins, sharpens.] Meant being the key word, here.

If anyone recognises me, feel free to say hello.

Or, heck, if you just want to shoot the breeze with someone from a different world. I'm Barbara.

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[Okay, now she's beaming. She'd hoped, a little, but she'd tried not to focus on the possibility, because it was just as likely he wouldn't answer.]

As well as you'd expect. Same quota of bloodshed and trauma. [Quickly] Everyone's fine, though. [Everyone in their family.]

How's home? [It might not be the same as hers, she's not sure, but she cares either way.]

It's, you know. Gotham. [So.] But it's nice to be off the ship. I do miss you guys, though.

How're you holding up?

We miss you too. [Warm and earnest and achingly sincere.]

I'm - doing pretty well, actually. I have an Inmate, now. [And also a girlfriend? but how does she even explain that.]

How's that been going?

[Barbara considers that, for a moment.] Not badly. He's lived a long time, most of it alone. I'm trying to give him his space, let him accept me on his own.