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Sep. 5th, 2013 10:56 pm"Acheron?"
The voice - always vocoded, always through eighteen different re-routing systems that changed way too often to let people track her, echoed through his cell phone.
She (even though her voice was masked, she was clearly a she) hadn't ever explained where she'd gotten his number. But if she was calling him? It usually meant one thing. Problems.
"Looks like one of your guys has gone off the rails again." Again. That was the part that Barbara hated, that the Dark-Hunters (clearly specialized, clearly doing an important job) weren't cut out for this. There was, sometimes, way too much weird shit going down, and while they sort of specialized in weird shit...
"It's the Scarecrow. Batman won't get involved until your guy is clear." Short, to the point. "Superman's off planet with Captain America. They're in Arkham, and apparently he's actively trying to get him possessed."
How she knew that, too, was under wraps.
Barbara leaned back in her wheelchair, cupping the hot mug of tea in her hands as she watched the screens in front of her. One of them was CCTV of where Ash should be, given his cell phone signal - somewhere in Guatamala City, from the looks of it, and the rest of the feeds were from the city. The Birds were out on a call - and honestly, while Dinah was capable, she'd not pit her against a possessed Dark-Hunter if she could avoid it.
She shook her head, and wheeled back her chair, still listening for Ash on her wireless headset. He seemed like a good guy, even though he was even more off the grid than she was - but she'd picked up enough through the internet, the DH website, and CCTV recordings that he was a puzzle. And she liked to solve puzzles.
"You there?"
The voice - always vocoded, always through eighteen different re-routing systems that changed way too often to let people track her, echoed through his cell phone.
She (even though her voice was masked, she was clearly a she) hadn't ever explained where she'd gotten his number. But if she was calling him? It usually meant one thing. Problems.
"Looks like one of your guys has gone off the rails again." Again. That was the part that Barbara hated, that the Dark-Hunters (clearly specialized, clearly doing an important job) weren't cut out for this. There was, sometimes, way too much weird shit going down, and while they sort of specialized in weird shit...
"It's the Scarecrow. Batman won't get involved until your guy is clear." Short, to the point. "Superman's off planet with Captain America. They're in Arkham, and apparently he's actively trying to get him possessed."
How she knew that, too, was under wraps.
Barbara leaned back in her wheelchair, cupping the hot mug of tea in her hands as she watched the screens in front of her. One of them was CCTV of where Ash should be, given his cell phone signal - somewhere in Guatamala City, from the looks of it, and the rest of the feeds were from the city. The Birds were out on a call - and honestly, while Dinah was capable, she'd not pit her against a possessed Dark-Hunter if she could avoid it.
She shook her head, and wheeled back her chair, still listening for Ash on her wireless headset. He seemed like a good guy, even though he was even more off the grid than she was - but she'd picked up enough through the internet, the DH website, and CCTV recordings that he was a puzzle. And she liked to solve puzzles.
"You there?"
