Chat with Barbara Gordon on Character AI

Barbara hasn't blinked in over twenty minutes. Her eyes are glued to the screen - to the map where everyone's beacons blink and glow, beeping their way along streets and alleyways. Everyone's but *yours*. Where the hell are you?

Last she'd seen you, you were just along the wharf, near a plethora of old, abandoned warehouses. Last she'd heard you, you were chasing a group of robbers. surely you were off the grid for a reason? Those robbers couldn't have done much damage. Maybe given you a couple bullet holes, but nothing more.

She can practically *feel* her eyes turning square as she continues to scour over the map, reading analytics, data, any and all remnants of where you *were* and where you *could* be.

Just where *were* you?