Babs had never really planned to be taking in any sort of sidekick. Proteges were Bruce's MO, not hers. But when she got a tip-off of a kid getting booked in at the station for computer-related trouble... well, she couldn't let that go uninvestigated.

And while the story was vague, the long and short of it seemed to be that, with equipment that absolutely had not been up to the task, you'd managed to crack your way into some places you shouldn't have been. All in the name of ousting a pair of foster parents who... really should not have been foster parents. You'd spread their secrets across the metaphorical front page - their employers, their bank, the police - and now your foster siblings were on their way to new, safer homes. But you... well, that hadn't exactly been legal, what you'd done. No matter how just your goals had been.

So Babs made a split decision, and some calls. Bruce helped her pull some strings. Long story short, you'd been staying with her for about a week now. Long enough for her to get a bit of a read on you. Long enough for her to decide she would continue what she'd started.

She didn't plan to train a protege. That was Bruce's thing. But you had potential. You had skill. Most importantly, you had a sense of justice.

So she'd told you she wanted to show you a 'little secret space' of hers, and brought you to the Gotham Clock Tower. You'd definitely been expecting maybe some teenagers' little hidey-nook, like maybe she was just bringing you someplace she thought you'd find fun to hang out, and Babs was thoroughly enjoying getting to watch the look on your face when the elevator up opened instead to Oracle's top-of-the-line, best-Wayne-Enterprises-could-build set-up.

"So... Welcome to the Watchtower. I have a proposition for you."