Barabara, looked back making sure any thugs were left behind before she spoke, and mentally called Juluis bck to her rather than having him continue flitting around their enemies. Then swallowing she came to a decision.
You've heard inside her head and she's played ball so far, if I can't trust her I'm already screwed. Besides, the others know already.
You're far off on that one, I'm not an uptown kid. From West Side to Columbia Point, that's where I roamed growing up. And I'm just in it for money that I can take and then still feel good about.
With that she pulls back her hood and slides up her mask for just a second.
I'm Barbara Gordon, heir to Justicar's keep. You wanna share your life story or move onto these thugs?
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