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Post by Will Todd on Sept 5, 2011 18:28:04 GMT -5
Kord Tower. Certainly not hard to find, considering, as the name suggests, it's a rather large tower. Will studied the tower from the opposite building, binoculars out, night vision activated on them to investigate the area. Such a large Tower was hardly where you'd expect to find a hero's hideout, particularly not the central intelligence hub to the hero community. But it was. Will figured it was just hiding in plain sight, because in all honesty, it had never clicked with him. The only way he'd discovered the place was by tailing the other local heroes, trying to find a way to the mysterious 'Oracle'. Now he'd found her.
Getting in he hoped would be easy, and it didn't prove too difficult. He knew the other heroes had gone via the warehouses, and so he did the same, sticking to the shadows. He followed the exact route he'd seen the others take, and finally reached the entrance, accessing the base. He was in. Easier than he expected. The others may be stealthy, but he was Batman for a reason. Trained by the best, inspired by the best, and if he was feeling a lack of modesty, THE best.
Will followed the corridor, hoping to find the center of it all, and eventually find a room full of computers, the most technology he'd seen in a long while. Accessing it all was a woman with flowing red hair in a wheelchair, tapping away. Will was stood behind her, and that gave him the advantage. He crept forward, using the shadows as best he could, before reaching out to put a hand over Oracle's mouth, stopping her from yelling.
“Oracle, I presume?”
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Post by Barbara Gordon on Sept 7, 2011 14:26:31 GMT -5
The best needed some work if he thought getting into Kord Tower was that easy. Fact was that Barbara Gordon, more often referred to as the Oracle, could be as paranoid as several other members of the Batfamily, but when it came to the son of Jason Todd she had relented a bit on the security of her ivory tower, entered him into the system with access as long as she was there and ready to receive the alarms when he did finally appear. All bats found their way to her lair eventually, though she did prefer the tower to a cave, which was popular among other members of the bats. After the clocktower she couldn’t dwell in the dark caves anymore, she missed flying through the sky too much. Besides hiding in plain sight was one of the few things she actually did well. Besides, she always had to have a window open, or else Batman, Red Robin, Grayson and the other members of the old guard would get confused. Or they would somehow try to get in through the Italian restaurant or the gift shop and observation deck on the floors below.
When her system had reported unauthorized access to warehouse three, Barbara nearly locked her whole system up, but when image recognition, pressure pads, infrared and other tests came up with an eighty nine percent chance that it was the second Batman, Barbara made a decision. Despite her initial, dull feelings of panic she would let him find his way. Besides she was curious, and it wasn’t every day that a member of the hero community tracked her down. She moved around so much that it was difficult to lock onto her, and she normally had to tell people exactly how to get into the tower without earning a ticket to Gotham PD’s holding cells. But as things went on, alarms stopped sounding , Barbara was starting to get nervous. Where in heck was he… then a glove. Her hands immediately dropped to the hidden compartments of her chair that held her escrima sticks. There he was, and apparently he thought she was a screamer. She definitely needed to update the alarms in the main part of her tower, even if they would only be active when she was around alone. She rolled her eyes in annoyance when he asked his question. As if the computer wasn’t enough of a clue. Carefully she reached up and pulled his hand away from her mouth. “The dramatics aren’t needed Batman. Or should I call you Will?”
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Post by Will Todd on Sept 7, 2011 16:02:10 GMT -5
He'd done it. No hassle, no alarms, no defences, he'd gotten in and gotten to Oracle. Now all he needed to do was convince her to give him the information he was after. Will was a fighter, a tough guy, but when it came to the technical enemies, he...struggled. One of those happened to be the Riddler.
Will didn't no if it was the original who fought Batman, or whether it was a new guy, filling in, but either way they were causing trouble. Hacking, viruses, funding groups through the Internet, he was on the verge of wrecking Gotham all through a computer. Will knew that if he could find him, he could deal with him with a single punch. Finding him just wasn't as easy as it seemed. He had all sorts of firewalls and such protecting his computer, and no informants knew where to find him, as he never met anybody in person. It was hell for Will. He figured only Oracle could help.
“The dramatics aren’t needed Batman. Or should I call you Will?”
Will furrowed his brow beneath his mask at the mention of his real identity. How did she know? Well, obviously she knew a lot, she was Oracle, but was it that easy to find out? He certainly wasn't impressed by the crack in his security, but he wiped it aside calmly as he always did, acting as if it was nothing.
"So it's true. You are a nosey know-it-all. Who else knows?" Will asked, a deliberate lack of concern in his voice.
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