Mass Breakout [Batgirl:Scarred Spin-Off ]

Chapter 6- Secrets Out

Fighter- Christina Aguilera

Barbara Gordon/ Oracle P.O.V

"Dick, are you there?" I whispered as a gush of wind came as the reply.

"Richard Grayson!"

"GODDAMMIT!! Nightwing you--"

"Babs, calm down I--we have ran into a colossal wave of prisoners. Give me a----"

........................BLEEEEP.................................

Great, just great.

Just when he had something significant to say the #*#!^# communication system broke down.

I bent down to fix the wires as a stab of pain shot through my body.

Cursing the agony away, I had succesfully brought the communication systems back online.

I tried to get back to Dick, but it seems to be disconnecting every time.

Try two. Bruce.

"Oracle to Bruce, do hear me?" I spoke clearly placing my hand over my forehead rubbing circles around my sinus area.

"Yes I can. I'm busy now. *crash* -ugh- call me later".

Beep ...... Beep ...... Beep ....... Beep .....

I muttered silently to myself. Turning up my head a surprising call came from Alfred.

"Hello, I am sorry but I can't come down to the batcave because the entrance is sealed of oddly. Can you please tell me where -er- exactly do I go?" Alfred spoke.

That infact is very odd.

Finally, he didn't call me "Miss Gordon".

As I leaded Alfred to the directions, I finally heard a knock upon the back door.

Rolling my eyes I skidded over to the button and let him in.

I heard his muffled sound of numerous footsteps.

Wait, let me rephrase that again.

Crap, this is no Alfred.

I circled my arms fastly on my wheel and grabbed my metal staff, a pack of batarangs with a bulletproof shield.

'Shoot, shoot, shoot'. The phrase repeated through my head as I face the one, the one who found the anonymous person behind the name "Oracle".

"Well well well, look who is here?"

"You?" I gasped in shock as I saw a terrified Alfred take place.

"Ah ah aah! Really Miss Gordon? You are simply jumping into more complications" Riddler smiled as he used his cane to threaten Alfred.

"What do you want Riddler?" I roared with a dangerous scowl on my face.

"Riddle me-"

"Does it look like I have time for-"

"Do you want your pal alive?"

"Yes but-"

"No buts Miss Gordon! Now, now, Riddle me this."

"You can have me but not hold me, gain me and quickly lose me, if treated with care I can be great, and if betrayed I will break. What... Am...I...?"

He finished with a smug smirk on his face.

I smiled back with a glint in my eye of pure amusemant.

This was weigh too easy.

"I think you are losing your game Riddler, it is trust"

"Well done, even a first grader would have gotten that one,"

"Now your final riddle, get this wrong and there will be a murder in front of your eyes"

I gulped. Sweat broke through my forehead.

Alfred's life depends on my words, my choices.

"I'm where yesterday follows today, and tomorrow is in the middle. What...Am...I?"

Crap, I'm stumped.

I have heard this so many times yet I forget what the answer is.

I need a plan.

I glance beside me a few meters away for my batarang to reach, a button to produce tear gas. All I need is a simple distraction.

I yell out a blood-curdling scream nearly causing my ears to bleed.

"No-nno please d-d-don't!" I acted pretending there was an imaginative monster placed behind the Riddler.

I could see a petrified look on Riddler as I quickly turned his back onto me.

This is my cue.

I flipped my batarang open and threw it with all my might towards the button.

YES! SUCCESS BABY!

I quickly found a pair of safety glasses and placed it over my heads getting my staff ready.

"Get her boys!" he ordered wiping away his tears.

Three adults charged towards me.

I swerved and impaled the metal staff into his throat and then smashing it over his head.

Two more males trampled towards me with a wooden bat.

Knocking it out of their arms, I smahed it in two towards their heads.

A glow of anger set on to my eyes.

"No please! I will do anything!"

"No I-dont-think-so, Riddler or shoul I say Edaward Nigma?"

"How did you-"

"Trust me, I know a lot of things"

I widened my smile as it filled with revenge.

As I nearly performed my finishing move, he passed out.

What a chicken.

I produced a chemical and poured it into an injection.

I stabbed it into each of the henchmen and their boss so they could forget what they saw tonight.

"Ah, sorry about this incident Miss Gord-"

"ORACLE! BARBARA! It's him! It's him!" I quickly flipped towards the screen as a screaming Nightwing took place.

"Who Dick?" I replied calmly.

I listened with caution as my eyes snapped open.

I teared up, this is not possible.

He WILL NOT hurt any of my loved one ever again.