First entrance
A distracted red-head in a wheelchair rolls into the Bar. "Okay, Dinah, I'll give you another call after you land." She stops pushing herself along and reaches up to slide the headset off her head. She slides her glasses down and pinches the bridge of her nose.
She sighs, and pushes her glasses back into place, which is when she really notices that she's not in her kitchen anymore. Her eyes widen as she looks around the bar and a slight grin plays around the corners of her mouth.
"What's the point of having highly-trained and thoroughly dangerous field agents if you're going to stumble through a dimensional gateway in your kitchen?" But she's smiling now, she's been sending other people out for far too long, and here's a chance for her to do something on her own.
Barbara Gordon is in the Bar. Maybe someone will invite her to join the party out back.
She sighs, and pushes her glasses back into place, which is when she really notices that she's not in her kitchen anymore. Her eyes widen as she looks around the bar and a slight grin plays around the corners of her mouth.
"What's the point of having highly-trained and thoroughly dangerous field agents if you're going to stumble through a dimensional gateway in your kitchen?" But she's smiling now, she's been sending other people out for far too long, and here's a chance for her to do something on her own.
Barbara Gordon is in the Bar. Maybe someone will invite her to join the party out back.