Barbara stands there, bare toes in the plush carpet and green eyes narrowed speculatively behind her glasses, watching him push himself up and all but run away from the room. It keeps catching her as a surprise; for all that, this new Dick looks right around the same age as her and Dick; he acts so much younger. This wholesale abandonment of the room and its greater purpose—to them, to every person pulled into this multiverse and now required to bear its stressful unknowns as he just put it—is just another showing of it.

After a moment, she does finally make it back to her computer.
She won't change her mind about the supplies. She never would.


It's what she does. What Oracle does.
Watching out for all the heroes who need it.

Especially the ones twisting in the wind, saying they don't.