Barbara is nervous now.
After Batgirl left that day, Gordon had to bring her to work, at Barbara's own request.
Instead of letting her work at the police station, he volunteered to help out in the communications room, without pay or favors.
In fact, with Gordon's position and prestige, let alone his daughter being a cop, even if he wanted Barbara to be the next chief, he'd have people on his side.
But he didn't. The police department serves the citizens, not his family, and if he wields that power freely, how is he any different from the people he hates the most?
Barbara knew that, of course, and she was happy to volunteer for the department, for Dad.
So when she came here two weeks ago, she was very focused on doing what she could, and she had unparalleled computer knowledge, one of the best in Gotham, and this was the place where she could do it.
And they accepted her very quickly, not because she's the chief's daughter or any of the bad things that she's been through, but because she's highly skilled and she's a really nice person.
The Barbara of this world, unbeknown to other parallel universes, is also a superhero, having been active for a long time as Batgirl. After her spine was broken by the Joker, she changed her name to Oracle and became Batman's main technical and intelligence support.
She is also the creator of the Birds, intelligence officer of the Suicide Squad, best friend of Supergirl, non-staff member of the Justice League, and because of Batman's relationship, she has also provided technical support to almost all superheroes except the Flash group of tech geeks.
Just don't be too busy.
It's just that under the influence of the great will of Earth minus 11, anyone other than Bliss will unconsciously put off the idea of being a superhero.
Barbara, here, decided to dress up as a bat.... It's kind of sick.
At this point, however, she wishes she was a superhero instead of a defenseless hacker.
About ten minutes ago, a group of men in black raided the police station, although Barbara detected them on the monitor and gave an early warning, but the speed of the police response is worrying.
In the raid, the first encounter with the police a large number of casualties, the other side of the strong fire, destroyed all the cameras, Barbara can only talk to the police through the radio to understand the situation.
The colleagues shut Barbara and the other men in the communications room, because this and the armory were the strongest parts of the department, and they went out to block the enemy while she tried to find a way to contact the army outside the city or the Amazon Council.
Unfortunately, the enemy came prepared, and they cut off all communication with the outside world in the first place, in which case Barbara felt that she was not only lame, but also dumb and deaf.
Confined to a wheelchair, she tried again and again to find a way to reach the outside world.
Cut off, the phone jammed, the telegraph gone, she wished there was a carrier pigeon or something right now.
She could only hope that someone would find out about it and contact the outside army, but she knew that no one would find out about it in the middle of a storm like this.
The perfect time to commit a crime.
All she could do was listen to the gunshots and screams outside through the gate, her heart sinking into the abyss.
But soon the shouts outside changed, and the words were no longer the noise of battle, but words of wonder or something else.
"Good heavens! She's fast! '
'My supreme God Zeus!
'Oh, stop him!
'Help! It's bereavement..."
Barbara, holding her heart, soon found that there was silence outside, and that the gunfire and Shouting had stopped.
What's the matter? What's going on out there? What's the situation with the colleagues?
Her brain was racing, but the intense environment and the cries of her male colleagues in the house made it impossible for her to concentrate.
Just then, she heard a strange laughing and humming voice outside the door. It reminded her of the jester, and the feeling of terror made her freeze. It was as if the pain in her back had returned in an instant, and she remembered being shot in the hands of the jester and falling to the ground in pain, and she could not help herself from the memories of fear.
Then another voice sounded, as if to warn the hummer to use less dynamite, which brought Barbara to her senses.
Barbara immediately backed away and ducked behind her desk to avoid the blast while she searched for a weapon to defend herself against.
Unfortunately, she was cooped up in the room with some of her male internal administration colleagues, a couple of forensics officers, and a cleaner, all of whom were unarmed, and the entire room was probably armed with only a few chairs and her laptop.
She cradled her laptop in her arms.
"Boom!!
The door blew straight open, and the airflow pushed the door hard against the wall, and the door shaft squeaked out of shape.
But Barbara could not hear it. Her ears rang and her eyes sparkled as she was so close to the blast for the first time.
She could only lie on her desk and watch, dimly, as two figures came in through the smoke and surveyed the room.
'Without Gordon, I win,' she said.
"One of them said, pulling his weapon from behind his back, like the men walking maliciously toward the wall.
Barbara shook her head and struggled to sit up. She was Gordon's daughter. She was not going to give up. She wanted to protect her friends.
'Don't bully men! Come at me with anything!"
Her voice caused the figure approaching the wall to pause as if he had heard something disgusting, and to rub his arm as if he had hair all over his body and needed to be pressed down.
This nervous display made the male officers cry even more, and some fainted with fear.
Because unlike Barbara, who was shocked to blur her vision, they were buried in pain in the corner from beginning to end, but they clearly saw the black and yellow armor and knew what identity it represented
The world's notorious mercenary, mission completion rate of 100 super killer, Deathstroke!
Deathstroke isn't always active in Gotham, because it's not the center of the world, it's just a city on the East coast of North America, and Deathstroke has clients all over the world.
But that doesn't stop the people of Gotham from remembering Deathstroke because she is so strong and intelligent that Batgirl can't catch her.
These police officers, who are in charge of administrative work, have never been to the scene, and only hear from colleagues that Deathstroke has done business in Gotham several times, and there are rivers of dead bodies and blood everywhere. Not only the target of the mission, the target's minions and family members, but also the target's pet dog were shot...
Cindy would have collapsed with laughter if she knew what the Gotham rumors were saying about her, but she didn't really want to kill too many people while taking on her targets.
For example, if she kills a mob boss, she can keep his minions, maybe one of them will inherit the territory and business, then her clients will hire Deathstroke to solve the problem, and won't that make money multiple times?
Just like cutting leeks, the value of the younger brother is not the same as that of the big brother. Cindy is not afraid of the trouble of making money, and she wants the trouble as much as possible.
At this point, Cindy seemed to have discovered a new continent. She looked Barbara up and down and nodded with satisfaction.
"Looks like I won the bet. There really is a Gordon here."
Eugene was so upset by these wailing men that he had never seen so many men crying together. He felt so sick that he entered the house and wanted to knock them unconscious. He could use more force this time, perhaps for ten days and a half months.
As a result, a woman in the room told him not to bully men. What came at her made his skin crawl all over his body.
He turned to look at the woman who had just spoken, and guessed that she must be the target of the people in black.
She was a woman, rather a girl, only about seventeen or eighteen years old, much younger than Cindy, with a gentle and quiet appearance.
She had bookish square glasses, two braids in her hair, and a red sweater with its threads peeled over a plaid shirt with white powder stripes. It was very rushy.
But she had very fair skin, which is one of the benefits of being a woman who has not been out of the house for a long time, and her features were actually pretty, if not dressed at all.
When he sees her wheelchair and Cindy says she won a bet, Eugene knows the girl's identity.
"Barbara Gordon?
Despite the questioning tone, Eugene has actually affirmed that Barbara, a character who appears in almost every Bat issue, has a unique temperament and characteristics that reveal her even though she looks a little different in reality than in the comics.
"Who are you?" Barbara felt relieved that the man had given up on bullying the male officers, but unsure of his future.
Eugene looked around. The smoke from the explosion in the house was still there, and it seemed to him that the Barbara of this world was a natural dork.
"Then put on your glasses and see for yourself who I am."
Barbara rubbed her eyes, wiped the dust from her glasses and took a closer look.
"!!
"As the daughter of the commissioner, there is naturally some familiarity with the criminals Gordon used to talk about.
Several of them, Gordon had specifically identified, were particularly dangerous among criminals, so Barbara saw any of them and rushed to the police station to hide.
Among them are the jester, Lei Xiao, the Mad Hatter and others, most of them are crazy or cold-blooded killers, but also the world's most dangerous mercenary, Deathstroke.
Cindy had come to Gotham several times before on business, then left on her ass, and by the time the police arrived, the bodies were cold, the crime scene was stained with blood, and there was no evidence. Batgirl fought her, but she knocked her out, and she was no match.
By the time Bliss is ready to catch Cindy in the act the next time she strikes, she finds that Cindy's tactics have changed the second time, and the target has been won by her.
Over and over again, Deathstroke seemed like a wandering shadow. Deathstroke would have been a regular presence in Bliss's nightmares if not for the jester who always appeared in her dreams.
Unable to be hit or caught, Deathstroke was a constant fear, like the bat in her own mind.
These are the words Batwoman tells Gordon, and Gordon has spoken to Barbara about them, and she remembers him saying this:
"Deathstroke is also a madman, but she is a calm madman, she never sees anything wrong with killing, people live to die, she only speeds up the process, she sees herself as nature's porter."
Of course, at this moment Barbara remembered her father's words, which did not help her situation in the slightest, but made her more confused.
A death knell is a death knell, and here are two!
And so on... Two death knells?
"Barbara took off her glasses again and patted herself on the head so hard that she suspected she had a concussion and was actually seeing double.
As a result, she tossed about and found that the death knell in front of her had not diminished, so she tilted her head lovelily and thought.
Could it be that Deathstroke did all those impossible assassinations in the past because they were actually killer groups, or groups of killers? One Deathstroke drives Batwoman around town while the other takes advantage of the opportunity to kill his target?
Barbara feels that she has discovered the truth, and a great panic attacks her heart, as if she knows something not to know, will surely be silenced!
There are a lot of things I want to do, I have not met my biological mother, I...
Seeing her in a daze, Eugene simply knocked the other police officers unconscious with the electric baton first, and the world was finally quiet.
"Which one of you is Death Knell?" Barbara didn't wait to kill. Instead, both Deathknell were watching her with interest, and she clutched her computer as if it gave her a sense of security.
She saw the other officers slumped in the corner, but there was no blood coming out, which meant they were all right.
"I was, he wasn't." Cindy hurried forward a few steps to take Eugene's place.
Eugene shrugged. It was her world. She could say what she wanted. She was the death knell. There was no point in her admitting it.
"What the hell are you doing here at the police station? This is no place for you. ' Barbara said to Cindy gravely, with a look on her face that she intended to die heroically.
Cindy was a little surprised. It seemed Chief Gordon's daughter had a lot of courage. No wonder she survived the jester. "We came to see your father. We needed his help with something, but it seems he's not at the station?"
"You'll never find out where my father is. Kill me." When Barbara heard she was looking for her father, she immediately refused.
Shaking her head, Cindy had no intention of killing her.
As Gordon's daughter, she's probably a worthy target, no one's paying for it, she's not going to kill her, and now she's on a mission, which is to prevent the destruction of the world, and that's the bottom line.
"I don't know if you saw those guys in the hallway, the ones in the black suits, but they're probably from a very well-organized gang." Eugene decides to try a different approach and use softer language to get the information: "And they're after you and your father, of course. I'll go out and disable the device they use to block the signal in their car. See if you can get in touch with him now?"
Once the call is made, all Eugene and Cindy have to do is wait, and Gordon can leave his daughter behind.
If they can't get through, then Eugene's theory is true and Gordon has been kidnapped, so Barbara will have to find a way to save him, too, and even better, call the bat.
That's Yang MOE.
Barbara says no, Eugene plans to go out, but Cindy takes the initiative to destroy the equipment, let him stay and Barbara to communicate, this world men always have a little advantage in communication.
Looking at the girl in the wheelchair, Eugene did not know what to say. His identity was the bad guy, and the daughter of the police chief probably hated himself.
Time goes by minute by minute, until Cindy comes back humming a little song, she not only goes out to shoot the signal jammer, but also restores the connection to the police building.
She was dripping wet and her armor was dripping. "There is a mole in your colleague, and it must be in this pile in the corner. I found a wire physically cut off from inside the police station... So, have you reached any consensus while I'm out here?"
What can you agree on? Would two people sitting in a room together count?