Barbara is answering before she's even thought about it. That voice so familiar, tucked inside the realm of those allowed to invade her personal space—her actual Oracle sanctum, whether in Dick's apartment or elsewhere; whether still in pj's with a pencil through a bun or in cape or in deep, chaos reigning supreme and sleep not last seen for any of them five days and several scrapes back—that she hadn't thought about it. Until she was apparently six words into the sentence and jerking her head up.
Finding Jason's face. "Jason?"
And it is. Jason's face. "You're here, too? Are the others?"
Except. Through a flurry of words, a near-demand for a sit-rep. Still. There's that except. A needle scratch.
The longer she looks at his face, and something isn't...
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Barbara is answering before she's even thought about it. That voice so familiar, tucked inside the realm of those allowed to invade her personal space—her actual Oracle sanctum, whether in Dick's apartment or elsewhere; whether still in pj's with a pencil through a bun or in cape or in deep, chaos reigning supreme and sleep not last seen for any of them five days and several scrapes back—that she hadn't thought about it. Until she was apparently six words into the sentence and jerking her head up.
Finding Jason's face. "Jason?"
And it is. Jason's face. "You're here, too? Are the others?"
Except. Through a flurry of words, a near-demand for a sit-rep.
Still. There's that except. A needle scratch.
The longer she looks at his face,
and something isn't...
he isn't...
not exactly.