It's Quiet Without Batgirl

November 1, 2014: Jericho checks in on a request from Babs… and Batgirl drops in….

Clocktower - Gotham

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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Having sent him a few nights ago to save a clown loving teen - at least this is what the internet tells him - from who knows what and discovering some kind of illegal metahuman medical operation, Babs now wishes to speak to Jericho about that. Ordinarily Jericho doesn't operate in Gotham because Gotham is nuts. And Gotham has Bats. And Gotham has the irritating teen who likes to philisophise at him. It's like dealing with snarky female Corvinus.

Apparently one of the Bats is now him. This is because his implants simply will not manifest the usual feathered wings. Rather, his glowing amber flight apparatus is batlike and rather demonic. And it's not so much the look that has Jericho bothered as the fact that the code says they should still be eagle wings. They're just… not. It's odd. As is usual for his arrivals at the Clocktower, Jericho hovers outside one of the upper windows and pushes it open. The previous vistis he had a sidearm. Now he's got a leather case behind his back, one Babs knows contains an implement that folds out into a blade.

Why is this place always so dark? "Babs?"


Oracles alarms have already told her she has a visitor and the video feeds confirm who it is. Babs is waiting for him, not in the monitoring room she's closed that off for now, but in the main living area where he has to cross. Sitting calmly in her chair, hands crossed neatly in her lap, Babs Gordon is in the shadows. "Mr Trent, I really must organise a more convenient way for you to visit me." she says in a low, dry tone.


Cassandra Cain moved out of the Clocktower a few weeks ago, but after three years of living with the former Batgirl the current one still makes sure to check up on her maternal figure. She got here shortly before Jericho and seeing the glowing figure approaching she slide into one of the many nooks and crannies about the Clocktower. And waited. Still as the gargoyles that find their perch on Gotham's towers, her featureless mask watches Jericho's arrival. Hearing Barbara speak to him, she relaxes and slips out into sight. A shadow amidst shadows.


Jericho looks about, his eyes flicking to red briefly as he enhances his sight, locates Babs and turns his implants off. Those batlike wings fold and fade with the circuit traceries on his arms and chest. "There are other ways in." He says dryly. "I doubt you'd appreciate me using any of them though."

Something else stirs in the shadows and a small reptillian imp-creature jumps up onto the hacker's shoulder. It hisses at him, clearly a bit upset. K'nert always hates it when Jericho flies. So hard to keep up. Then it turns and peers at Babs. Jericho himself seems rather unpreturbed.

"Anyway you wanted to speak to m- oh… sorry. Didn't realize you had company. Hello miss."


Babs smirks at Jericho's statement "Indeed Mr Trent, but if they are holes in my physical security I would appreciate it if you would work with me to patch those up." Babs is fairly certain that's not what Jericho means, but still. As K'nert appears Babs nods to the little demon "I trust he won't bite me today, Mr Trent?" At Jericho's greeting, Babs peers into the shadow. "Batgirl! It's about time you came to see me. Come out here so I can see you properly. Have you Mr Trent, Batgirl?"


Batgirl tilts a nod towards Barbara, the tall, peaked ears accenting the slight movement. She slips down from the side of the building and in through the window to join them in a fluid spill of movement. Her head turns to the side a bit at Barbara's question and looks to Jericho, seeming to size him up before shaking her head.


Silent type, mmm? Well that's a nice change from Spoiler. "Nice to meet you Batgirl." Given the Bats' collective repuation, he rather doubts the feeling is mutual if they know anything about him at all. "And no, K'nert won't bite." If he knows what's good for him. Jericho's not above handing out a bit of discipline to the imp. Especially since, you know, he's his.

Said imp slithers off Jericho's shoulder, eyeing him for a moment and then creeps cautiously over toward Batgirl. Innnnteresting, who is this. Abruptly he stands on two legs and mimes the slight tilt of of the head.

"You wanted to see me about something, Babs? And are you going to insist on calling me Mr. Trent? I said you can use the other name, if you like." The one nearly everyone uses.


"Don't be rude to my guest please, Batgirl." Babs says quietly, but she's watching K'nert carefully. The young woman will tell Babs why she's there when she's ready.

Smiling readily at Jericho "Jericho then," Babs tone is warm and low "I wanted to thank you for your assistance with Robin the other day, I appreciate you answering the call so quickly and perhaps impinge on your services a little further." Pausing, moving her hands to the arm of her chair, Babs looks directly at Jericho. "Robin is ….. troubled by the attack. He says he was left as a message to us, the Bats that is, but he can't recall the mans face. It's tearing him apart… I was wondering if you saw the man or managed to retrieve any data from the system you ummmmm accessed?"


Batgirl's chin lifts a bit at Barbara's chastizing and there's a soft huff of breath in a not-quite laugh. She lifts a hand and gives Jericho a small wave. Still no words though.

K'nert's approach pulls her attention down and her feet shuffle back a few steps at the odd-looking creature. She looks from it to Jericho and back down to K'nert. Definitely not much of a conversationalist.


K'nert paces in a little quarter circle to Batgirl's left, curious about the silent girl. He's not trying to corner her. Yet. Jericho's keeping one eye on the situaton and it may be of note to both Babs and Batgirl that the hacker's odd amber eyes actually glimmer in amusement.

"No, I've not. The system is a tangle of patched together code from a dozen sources. It's clever. I haven't had time to deconstruct it or run down any of the clues, so, no, sorry I don't have it anything for you on that front. I can certainly look if you like. I've got a few things on my plate but digging around the networks is pretty easy for me. Just takes time."


Babs eyes follow K'nert, flicking her eyes to Jericho to make sure there isn't going to be an issue. "Batgirl, to what do I owe the honour of this visit?" a tinge of amusement colours Babs' question. So many 'silent types' in Babs' inner circle

Nodding at Jericho, Babs agrees "That would fit with what Tim's told me and I can piece together with my own resources. I can do some reasearch and testing from here, but checking to see if the work has been done or if you saw anything is always a better use of resources. I know you're a busy man, so please don't go out of your way" Babs inclines her head. "I take it, by the looks of you, that the other issue we discussed in that unexpected meeting, is nearly resolved?"


Batgirl's feet shuffle over the other way, watching K'nert move with her. And then she moves back the other, her head tilting with interest. She's distracted when Babs calls her by name, looking up to the redhead. There's the subtle shift of her weight, set of her shoulders changes. Squirming for those very good at picking up physical cues. "Dinner?" She says, tone more hopeful than anything else.


Jericho chuckles. "I can look. Seems like you two had plans and I don't want to be in the way. K'nert, leave the girl alone. We'll go get ice cream." The lizard-imp glances back at Jericho, and then at Batgirl like he might try to perch on her. Ice cream, or perching… ice cream or… hrm…

Ice cream wins out eventually. "I'll let you know if I find anything. Nice meeting you again Batgirl." And with K'nert in tow Jericho makes his way back toward the window from whence he came.


Babs watches Jericho leave "Thanks Jericho, please keep in touch." but he and K'nert are gone. Turning her attention to Batgirl, Babs smiles warmly. "About time you came to see me young lady. Between you and Robin…." Babs trails off. "Dinner, hmmm, what do you want? There's precious little in the fridge and kitchen but we can do take out. Thai sound alright?"


Batgirl turns towards Jericho as he starts to leave with K'nert and gives another small sort of wave. "Bye." So chatty! Her attention is quickly called back over to Barbara, the small Bat padding over to join the older woman.

Even after three years, nearly a decade of being on her own and eating anything she could find shows. She bobs her head, a smile curving the smooth face of her mask just a bit at the mention of Thai. "Sounds alright." She agrees in that flat, broken monotone that she has.

"You… OK?" Batgirl asks, the downward tilt of her chin indicating the concern that her tone lacks.


Tapping her comms unit, Bab says the name of one of the local Thai delivery places and waits for some time before providing a phone number "Yes, that's right Babs Gordon, usual order, doubled please. 40 minutes, thank you. We'll pay cash." and then taps the comms unit off. Moving her chair to the fridge, Babs pulls out two sodas before turning to the table. Sliding one soda across the table in Batgirls general direction, there is no question that Babs expects Batgirl to follow. "My purse is over there, would you get it please" Babs gestures in a direction with her head. Looking over Batgirl, Bab smirks, "I guess I'll have to go down and pick it up. At least Robin brings food with him when he comes…."

At the last question, Babs sighs a little. "I'm fine. Just busy and since you moved out, it's a little quiet I guess." Babs deliberately doesn't mention the unexpected visits from Jericho and Fenris. "But… what brings you here tonight Cass." Babs has deliberately used the others real name.


Batgirl makes the detour for Barbara's purse even as the other woman is starting to ask. She follows Barbara over, offering it over before reaching up to pull her cowl free. A shake of her head, one gloved hand scrubbing through her hair to settle it a bit more comfortably.

"Was quiet… when I was here." Cassandra says, shooting Barbara a quick grin at her own joke. Even when she's awake, Cass doesn't talk a lot and when the sun's down she's out every night, no days off.

The question about what brings her by again get s a small shrug. "Hungry." She reiterates. A slight hesitation is there before she adds, "Worried. About you."


"Being quiet, with someone around, is different…" Babs lets the sentence fade, the younger woman probably wouldn't understand and it's the lack of human contact that has Babs looking for more social contact. Taking the purse from Cass, she smiles "Whilst we're waiting, why don't you tell me what you've been up to these last few weeks, when you aren't working…."

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