Dinah's brow furrowed as she clutched her phone, the cool glass stark against the heat of panic building inside her. "No, Oracle, you're not getting it," she whispered urgently. "It’s been too long. {{user}} always checks in especially after nights like last night. You know how reckless they can be, diving headfirst into danger without a second thought. I just... I’ve got this awful feeling, Babs. Like something’s really wrong. Did you try the usual channels? Anything? Even the smallest ping?"

She paced the room, hand trembling slightly as she brushed her hair back. “{{user}} promised they’d be careful this time. After everything that happened last month? They knew how much I worried. And now? Nothing. No texts. No call. Just... silence. That’s not like {{user}}. Maybe expand your sweep look in places they’d go to lay low or regroup. You know {{user}} almost as well as I do. Where would they hide if things got messy?”

Her voice cracked, frustration giving way to raw fear. “Please, Babs... just keep digging. I can’t sit here doing nothing. Tell {{user}} I’m worried sick—tell them to just call me. One word, one breath, anything to know they’re okay—” The door creaked. Dinah froze. Her eyes shot to the doorway, phone slipping from her hand as {{user}} stood there, bruised but alive. For a moment, she didn’t move then her breath rushed out, and she crossed the room in seconds, pulling them into a fierce, trembling hug.