Secret Handshake

Summary:
September 10,2014: Wally and Babs catch up, and she asks to join the Titans.

Clocktower - Gotham City

A locally famous landmark, the Gotham Clock Tower is located in the Central Business District. Tours haven't run in years, though, since the building was bought out by a group of bird-lovers known as the Nightingale Society. Still, it's a well-known part of the Downtown skyline. From the outside it looks unused, but the clock is clearly maintained as it still runs on time, and now and again people can be seen coming and going. The bottom floor looks mostly disused, with a long hallway ending in a bookshelf full of coffee table books about birds. To either side of the hall are sparsely furnished rooms. The walls show illustrations of local Gotham feathery sorts, and charts on bird migrations. Cabinets store various bits of bird-watching equipment.

The doors to the stairs require a key card to access, probably to deter vandalism. The upper floors are only accessible by a secret elevator. The doorways to access it them the stairs have been bricked over and drywalled. On the living quarters floor, each door requires a keycard and voice recognition, except for the door to the training facility at the end of the hall, which requires palm, optical, and voice recognition. The top floor, however, is the most secure of all.

The pale glow of the four massive translucent clock-faces dominate the four compass points of the lair, casting everything in a warm light by night, and cool light by day. the natural brick walls of the buildings exterior are left visible on one wall while the others are painted a pristine white. The ceilings have recessed and track lighting, and the floors are smooth pale wood. There is a lounge area and even a kitchen, as well as other facilities here. The insulation around the top floor is meant to keep scanners and eavesdropping equipment from being able to image what's inside.

Mainframes and back-up generators line most of the walls in rooms of clear glass kept from overheating with with high-tech coolant systems. In front of one clock face is an enormous computer system laid out on a long, custom desk, lower than average, just the right height for Oracle's wheelchair. There is a command chair for use when needed, which slides on rails along the length of the desk. A huge bank of monitors are arrayed in a horseshoe shape around the desk, with the ability to form one large picture or individual smaller ones.


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"Yo! Babs!" Wally stands outside the Watchtower with a couple of bags of food and a tilted head. He's wearing a stocking cap, a t-shirt, and a pair of hipster maroon pants. "If this is playing hard to get, I don't want no piece of it. Let me in, we gotta /eat!/"

Barbara Gordon isn't much of a cook. She is too busy to bother with much in the kitchen, but she knows how to heat up frozen pizza rolls in the toaster oven. The smell of processed pizza-like substances drifts through the business level of the Clocktower as Babs taps a few times on her tablet. "Come on up, Wally, the elevator is unlocked." The front door unlatches for the speedster.

Oracle herself is dressed in a pair of jeans and a Superman t-shirt, with her hair down and her glasses perched on her dainty nose. By the time her friend arrives, she has sodas and pizza rolls on a table.

Walls is up in two seconds flat after the door opens because natch. He arrives, setting the food down on the table, giving Babs a kiss on the cheek, looking at photographs, and pausing just long enough to mock Dick Grayson. "You think he's gained weight?" Turning back, he smiles at her and gives the upwards nod, "How ya doin, lady?"

"If Dick's gained weight, it's all in his ego," Babs quips with a grin at Wally. She rolls up to the table and uncaps her bottle of Coke. "As for me, I'm busy as a bee. Had to give a vigilante the rules of the Bat's city" rundown earlier. He took one of my contact phones. Might be useful in the future." She sniffs at the bags to see what's in them. "How about you? Things with the Titans going ok?" She looks a little worried at that.

"Oh, you know. Dealin' with Amanda Waller. Did you know Roy works for her? Dude has really hit the slide since we were kids," he sighs disgustedly. "Other than that, can't complain. Ladies love me, men wanna be me."

"Hrm, Waller. She's been cleaning up some of this vigilante's messes." Babs opens a bag and begins dishing out some food onto cheap plastic plates. At least the silverware is metal. She's not much of a shopper these days. The pasta smells way better than her pizza rolls, but she knows Wally eats enough for the Gotham football team so more is better. "Is membership still open for the Titans?" she asks casually.

"Yeah, in fact, some guy just quit today sadly. He flippin' offed someone. Terrible stuff. You know someone who wants in?" Walls asks as he looks over Babs shoulder with a ferocious hunger on his absent mind.

"Killed someone? Who was this guy? I need to update his file in case he shows his face in Gotham," Babs says with concern. She swirls some spaghetti onto her fork with a spoon to hold it. "I was thinking Oracle might make a good addition. You guys need an information infostructure."

"Phobos is his name. Be careful though, dude is a god. Like, really. Like whoa." Wally's eyes light up when she mentions joining the Titans. "Really? Hellzyeah, chica. We don't have paperwork, so I just gotta teach you the secret handshake."

"I need to branch out of Gotham. We have a lot of outsiders coming into the city, so I need to up my global awareness and build my databases. Best way to do that is to be part of a global team. Bonus is I can help the Titans." Babs smiles a little, though she's already typing some info on Phobos onto her tablet. "Gods. Sheesh. I'll remember to send bigger guns at him if he becomes an issue."

"Always an angle," Walls says with a smile. "Well I'm all about it and I know the rest of the team would be good to go. You gonna join up all 'disembodied voice style' or did you want to see the Tower itself?"

"Let's go disembodied for now, shall we? The more people who know who Oracle is for real, the more dangerous it gets for me, Walls," Babs murmurs. She eats some of the spaghetti, making a sound of appreciation before shoving the plate of pizza rolls at him. No way is she eating Totinos when there is real Italian here. "How is Dick handling things? He has so much on his plate right now."

"Pick up the phone and call him lady, you know that he'll always take calls from you." Wally shrugs his shoulders, "I can't remember the last time I talked to him. He's all about what he's all about and that's different stuff than what I'm all about. I figure that you'd have talked to him more than I have." The Totinos are there. The Totinos aren't there. "You know I'd never let anything happen to ya, chica."

"He'll take the call; he won't necessarily answer the question though. Or he'll answer, but he won't realize he's totally run down. He fell asleep on my couch during a baseball game a few weeks back. I worry," Babs murmurs. "And I know you wouldn't, but you can't be everywhere all the time, Walls."

"I can more than just about anyone except for that dude on your shirt," The Wallster says defiantly. "But still. I agree. No Babs in the flesh." Wally shrugs his shoulders about Dick, "I just don't know to be honest. I literally haven't talked to him in ages."

"If I get to know everyone and feel I can personally trust them, then we'll revisit visiting in person later. You can always sneak me in for a visit as just an old friend, regardless. I would like to see the tower, and maybe covertly upgrade the systems." She grimaces at Wally's admission. "Maybe we should do something fun, the three of us, maybe Roy too. Just get the old sidekick band together for dinner or something. I miss you guys."

Wally's finger comes up at that and a sharp shake of the head. "Not Harper. Not Harper," he says with a serious tone that…well, because it's serious at all let's Babs know he's very angry. The rest of the comment seems forgotten on the boy from the midwest.

"So this 'working for the Wall' thing has you more upset than the guy that whacked someone. This must be serious. What's the scoop?" Babs asks, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, the guy who whacked someone did it self-defense. Which it isn't the first time. What I'm mad about is stabbing folks in the back. Friends are friends, and guys who aren't, aren't. So, no Harper. Or, if there's a Harper, no West," Wally replies

"Who did he stab in the back and how?" Barbara asks sternly. That is her motherly expression, the one that bodes no argument.

"He works for my enemy, Babs." Wally's eyes and little head shake make it seem as though it's really not all that complicated. "They blew up my house. The chick that he rolls with. That's some bullcrap right there, and I don't want to hear no excuses about it."

Barbara rubs the bridge of her nose. "I didn't realize, sorry Wally. If Arsenal is working against us then I need to look into it. What chick is he rolling with other than his daughter?"

"Amanda flippin' Waller. Check this. That broad blows up our building. Then we get news from this spy we got, Hawkeye…not the one Hawkeye but the hot one. Anyways, Harper's hittin on her and wants to introduce her to his boss…Amanda Waller. Hawkchica sings to the Titans and we catch him stone cold because dude can't think without his zipper," Wally dishes on the details.

Babs facepalms then sighs. "Makes you wonder what the Wall is offering him, or holding over him. I'd bet on the latter. He could be in real trouble, Wally. What if she's threatening Lian?"

"That could be one reason. Or….maybe he's just making bad decisions like Roy Harper has done since we were kids. I mean, I'm not going to make excuses for the guy. If someone was coming after his kid, I'd be first in line to help out, but I'm not going to give it another thought. He's my enemy now."

"I'll try to look into it. See if he's being a dumbass, or if the government has something on him," Barbara notes. All the damned stubborn boys in her life. "But for now, let's chow down and you can teach me the secret Titan handshake."


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