Not to toot her own horn, but sometimes Barbara thinks she could really give old Lex Luthor over there a real run for his money for the title of smartest person in the tri-state area (the world her ass), and it's times like this that make her think so.
Sitting in the batcave (pointedly ignoring Bruce brooding in a corner and fiddling with his tux) she had let herself in less than fifteen minutes ago, because while she has a fuck ton of things at her disposal in the clock tower, there's a certain thing that she knows only exists at her access here .
Not that she told Brucie that, no no no, she's just here because it's his drones she's using at the moment, nothing else of course.
Speaking of, Barbara wheels around to take a break from her sad-man-watching to look back at what the drones have picked up so far, at this point she's sent out half a dozen to the "crash" site to see what they could find.
It's pretty remote, which is fairly characteristic of the previous incidents, but based off the readings from those, this was the first one that wasn't localized a couple hundred feet in the air, leaving any kind of leftover substance to be scattered to the wind. This one has somehow managed to localize itself on the ground, and it's done some damage while it was there.
The unfortunate selection of wheat has been effectively fried based on the readings from the drones, everything in the impact zone was either evaporated by the force of it, or consumed, which? The debate on it is still a work in progress. Meanwhile, the plant life that was in the immediate vicinity of the crater was flattened, leaving it a bit reminiscent of an old fashion crop circle.
One of the drones, this one equipped with a little arm, gives an alert from a different screen and Barbara swivels around to look and-
Ok, cool.
Crushed plastic water bottle.
She sighs.
"Any progress- mfh!" Of fucking course Bruce would decide to sneak up on her while she's looking at a stupid waterbottle. Whatever, if he didn't want an elbow to the stomach maybe he shouldn't look over her shoulder without saying anything.
"Jesus, Bruce, no not since you asked ten minutes ago and I told you I'd let you know." God this is why she doesn't work in here anymore.
"Hm." Right, Bruce code for tell him anyways, Barbara rolls her eyes.
"Impact destroyed most of the evidence it left behind, I'll be honest. Believe me, if I could read a cow's mind I'd head out there right now, but it's the middle of nowhere and I just tracked down the most evidence so far-" She spins in her chair, holding a hand under the screen she was looking at, the drone still holding the crushed water bottle.
"Trash!" Bruce grunts again, leaning back after taking a bit of a closer look at it.
"Where did it come from?" Barbara tilts her head back and forth thoughtfully.
"Could have been there before, could be that we weren't the first one in?" She glances down at the message from the drone itself "It's run some tests on it, it's normal plastic, doesn't have a tag though so we can't track it anywhere, it's trash." She shrugs.
"We're still pretty clueless on this one bats." Bruce straightens his tie, glancing between the screens and his watch with a frown.
"It's destructive."
"It's inconsistent, and until it actually does something of note, I'm inclined to just keep an eye out." Bruce hums an agreement at that at least.
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