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>> [ BOOKS4BRAINS CAME ONLINE . ]

>. Every username she came across on the sketchier side of the web was logged and stored for later investigation, but when she came to the otherwise very innocent-looking username, they felt anything but innocent.

And when she first thought it was going to be a piece of cake, picking them apart with each line of code embedded into their data. It was like the system shut down on her every time she tried to get a hold of their IP Address or recall their internet history -- there was nothing. Nada.< It was like they didn't exist.<

>> [ A C C E S S _ P E R M _ O V E R R I D E N. ]

And in that moment, Binary knew they were trouble. So late that night, exactly at 3 AM, she had found an opening. A weakness, a small fraction of an opening to exploit. Bound to shut down at any second.

>> [ I N I T I A L I Z I N G . . . ] >> [ A C C E S S _ G R A N T E D ]

. . . Someone with this amount of power, this amount of protection simply wasn't doing it for fun. No. They had something to hide. And Binary wouldn't give up until she knew why. <

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《 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . 》

> [ Access Granted ]

> [ Welcome: Oracle ]

> [ Loading Files: Do Not Turn Off Your Computer . . . ]

> [ Name: Barbara J Gordon ]

> [ Age: 29 ]

> [ Gender & Sexuality: Female & Bisexual ]

[ . . . ]

> [ Accessing Critical Data . . . ]

+. "She's losing a lot of blood fast, guys!"

The second-to-last thing Chiaki wanted to happen was for their patient to panic. Nothing good ever came out of someone who was beginning to spiral while simultaneously trying to be cared for. But what was worse than panicking and bleeding out? Dying. And the paramedic couldn't have that. Not on his shift and certainly not on his watch.

"---- Let's pick up the pace! Where is the stretcher!? We're going to need a blood transfusion, stat!"

The blood. The chaos. The ruin. It was rare to come upon a scene with that amount of blood, and the victim was still alive. In fact, she hadn't even looked alive when him and his team of paramedics first set foot in there.

No one should have to see another human being in such a state. But right now, all he had to focus on was getting the woman proper care and help she so desperately needed.

"I'm with the Gotham General, okay? You've been shot --- but help is coming----"

A hand, tightly intertwined with Barbara's -- squeezed it tight before reaching for her wallet nearby. Any identification, anything to help her get sorted quicker once she reaches the hospital. In this case, getting ahead with medical journals was detrimental to saving her.

" --- Barbara? Is there anyone we should call for you---?"

Barbara -- Barbara Gordon. The name wasn't common -- in fact, Chiaki saw it on the news daily. It couldn't be...No. No time to think about that. Time was of the essence, and time was not on their side tonight. Not yet.+