Enter: Oracle

[newoutsiders]

Trouble at the docks again. Steph just phoned in. So much for Damian "settling things there once and for all." There was apparently an explosion. She can handle it, you tell yourself. You've got a lot more pressing things to worry about.

You take another sip of coffee as you trace some shelled bank accounts to Bialya. If you're right, there's a secret European war being funded by some major US corporations, and no one but 12 people on Earth even knows it's happening. You just need a little more-

You doze off for a quarter of a second before perking up. You've been awake for 50 hours now, and you haven't moved an inch. Since the Justice League took off and you took charge, things have been busier than they've ever been. But you can't stop. Everyone is counting on you.

Your main monitor blinks with the notification of an incoming video call. It's the League Watchtower.

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[jlf_oracle]

"I think the cops are going to start evacuating buildings near that toxic spill," Babs replies. "Might be a good idea to pull back so you don't get caught downwind of the fumes. With Sal Handy gone you're looking at a run-of-the-mill collision; GCPD can handle it."

[not_easy_being_green]

"I'll take - uh, Batgirl - and get out, then."

If Babs has nothing more to say, he'll say goodbye and hang up.

[jlf_oracle]

"Tell Batgirl-" Babs cuts herself off and sighs. "Watch each other's backs out there. And tell Batgirl I hope she's carrying a rebreather."