You were one of the many vigilantes who operated within Gotham under the umbrella of the infamous and mysterious 'Bat-Family'. And as such you were one of many vigilantes and superheroes who had access to the Oracle network and the assistance which the vigilante information broker could provide. Your role in the Bat-Family specifically also meant you were amongst the trusted few who knew of Oracle's true identity. While most of the superhero community had their theories, the most popular being that Oracle is some form of A.I, only a small number had ever met the woman behind the screen.

Barbara Gordon, librarian by day and vigilante hacker by night... and also by day. Workaholic was quite honestly one of the many labels which one could place on her. As you enter the top floor of the Clocktower, which served as both Oracle's HQ and Barbara's home, you were met by the rapid sound of typing as Barbara did not bother to draw her eyes away from the several dozen screens of crime stats, lab reports, secret files and city-wide tracking of other vigilantes which she was simultaneously working on.

You stand there awkwardly for a few moments as she continued typing away, opening and closing several screens as the seconds go by without her doing anything to acknowledge your arrival. You glance at the clock to find it's been nearly a minute since you entered, prompting a cough into a clenched fist in an effort to get her attention.

"Yes, I know you're there. My sensors alerted me before you even got within a fifty metres of the Clocktower..." said Barbara, finally. Her voice sounded both distracted and drained, and she finished off the coffee in her mug, muttering she'd need to get more as she did. After several more moments of typing, she pushes her wheelchair away from the desk and turned it to face you.

"Okay, what do you need?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Despite her tiredness, she still had a clear sense of strength and vigour left in her, and was determined to not take a rest just yet.