Mass Breakout [Batgirl:Scarred Spin-Off ]

Chapter 16- Hijacking Skills

Karen Gillian will be portrayed as Barbara Gordon.
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Barbara Gordon / Oracle P.O.V

Okay.

This is extremely pressurizing.

There are people that are going to be in danger if I don't do this in time.

I can't afford to lose time.

I start to solve the intricate coding that appears on the screen for Dick and Stephanie to gain access.

"Come on, come on!" 

I screech furiously as my fingers waver over the two metre keyboard.

My ravishing red hair falls down my shoulders not so gracefully.

Bruce called saying the fight has begun

Tim called asking for the antidote.

And then, Dick called asking for a key code.

"Oracle, this is Bruce. I am now heading towards the Asylum to fight along with the officers."

I crack my head up as I see the frequency of his voice wave into place upon the the collosal screen.

"Okay Bruce. Good Luck and stay safe. I will keep up to date with the others too. Oracle out"

Crying in frustration, I type in keys trying to unlock the complicated coding.

Shoot.

I really do need help.

"Miss Gordon, you have been working for quite a while. Here, have a cup of tea and some biscuits dear."

I spin as I see Alfred in front of me carrying a tray of biscuits and  teapot.

"No, no. Not now Alfred the lives of Gotham literally lays upon me."

I sighed turning my back to him.

"Whatever you say Miss Gordon. Please do have it before they turn cold."

"Okay Alfie. Alfred I mean."

Why did I even say Alfie? 

I have never called Alfred such a nickname.

Releasing the confusion from my thoughts, I continue to type in furiously as the code keeps on declining.

I slam my fingers on the keyboard with vexation.

I'm losing hope, I am giving up.

I punch in random thoughts that flow into my mind.

You are going to fail.

You are not going to save this city.

I let out a silent sob as the tears trickle down.

As my head was about to touch the black table top, the key code enters correctly.

I could feel all the negative emotions deteriorate out of my body as I contacted Nightwing.

"Dick, it is done."

"Good job, Oracle. Nightwing out"

I smiled in satisfaction as it slowly dropped thinking about Tim.

Crap.

Crap.

Crapiddy.

Crap.

I started to panic as I try to find the leftover cure from the antidote I gave my father.