She couldn't help but lift a hand to her cheek to dab away the tear that dared to spill over her eyelid. How could this happen? She felt as if a huge breath of fresh air had been pushed into her lungs, despite the dingy smog that clung to the thick, Gotham air. "Coming home" usually had that effect, especially after she'd been gone for so long
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"At some point, I really need to introduce you to secure voice mail. It's Barbara. I'm wondering how the solo work went. You know the number."
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"Hey, you," as soon as the phone picked up. "You know me: cellphones are a close second to computers--we've never gotten along." Obviously putting off talking about her "solo work" she cleared her throat. "It was fine. What do you have for me, Oracle? I could really use a workout..." she sighed deeply. "And I should probably know the news as of late. What's been going on since I flew the nest? ...er...no pun intended, of course."
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"Seriously, what's new, Oracle? I'd much hear about what's been going on in my absence."
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"Not much. I'm walking better, but still need the chair most days. Sandy is becoming mini-Dick. Some more Titans came back from off the dead list. Roy and Donna are entering 3rd trimester. Atlantis attacked Sub Diego and then a ton of refugees came on land complaining about a new religion down there. Still getting details."
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"This guy is unstable either way. Expect guns."
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