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Best thing about being Oracle, is that you know everything. See and hear everything. No one is safe.
Especially when your having a moment with your boyfriend with your comms still on, ahem Timothy.
Usually Babs is better than this, usually she's on it. But things tend to get more difficult when your running on 10 hours of sleep in the past 3 days, but the bats do what they must.
It's when the news spread that killer Croc broke out of Arkham that Babs noticed Tim hadn't checked in or said anything in almost 20 minutes, this is a very Tim thing to do, but this is important.
"Red Robin, check in we need all hands on deck." She said, but got no response. It was protocol to inform the others when someone doesn't check in after being asked 3 times. "Red Robin, check in, we have a situation." She tried again.
She was about to ask again before she suddenly heard heavy breathing on the other end. "Oracle?" Tim asked.
"RR- hold on, you sound out of breath, have you found killer Croc?" Babs asked, a little suspicious of the heavy breathing, but maybe he had found killer Croc, wouldn't that be helpful. But Tim's never helpful.
"Uhh- no, I was just chasing some... purse snatcher!" Tim answered, a bit over excited to be catching a simple purse snatcher.
"How far did you chase them, you sound like you've ran a marathon, Red." Babs responded, she's no Batman, but she's a good detective too and it doesn't take an idiot to pick up on the small gaps of breath and strained answers.
"I-" He paused a second. "I'm a little busy, Oracle. What do you want?" Tim says with a small waiver in his voice.
Okay, yeah. Babs definitely knew what was happening now and she wanted no part of it. "I'll put you on the main line and B can fill you in." Tim is Bruce's kid, his problem now.
Babs changed channels, taking Tim with her as she transfers Tim to the main channel ready for shit to go down.
The main channel was always busy, wether it was family banter, shouting, or team planning.
She's pretty sure Tim tries to stop her but it's too late for any of that. "B, I've got Red Robin, says he's 'busy'." Babs says, putting 'busy' in air quotes.
"Red Robin, killer Croc has broken out of Arkham and-"
"-And he's making it our problem!" Dick finished for Bruce helpfully.
"Drop what your doing and get here, double R." Stephanie said with faux cheer, almost a threat.
"Just- gimme like 10 minutes." Tim' voice was so shakey Babs is surprised Dick hasn't started bombarding him with welbeing questions.
"Ten minutes isn't something we have, Red Robin." Damian said, he's been benched to comm duty since he broke his hand due to stupidly punching a pole next to a criminal instead of his face. Babs, being an amazing person, saved the security footage for later blackmail.
"Just gimme as long as you can- please." Did Timothy Drake-Wayne just fucking whine over the main comm channel? Babs must be going insane finally.
"You sure your okay, RR?" Dick asks slowly as if Tim would attack through the comms somehow. Atleast Babs knows she's not insane yet.
"Fine! Just give me five fucking minutes!" Tim almost yelled into the comms.
This is getting good, Babs is so fucking glad the comms record everything and she can use this for blackmail aswell, if Tim doesn't delete it first.
"Where are you." Bruce asked sternly, making everyone go silent.
"Just-" Tim tried.
"Oracle, send me Red Robins location. Nightwing, Spoiler, Orphan, take care of killer Croc." Bruce ordered, without a hitch Babs got up Tim's location.
He may hate her later, but it was for the plot, so she's sure he'll understand.
Babs sent Bruce Tim's location and got us the live security footage so she can see wht happens. Great day to have eyes in the sky.
Babs watched as Bruce dropped down beside one of Red Bird's back doors and open it stupidly. Watching this in 4K is priceless.
Babs saw nothing in Tim's car due to the blacked out windows, but based on Bruces almot furious expression, it wasn't PG. Tut tut Timothy.
Babs watched as Tim drove off, leaving Bruce standing there almost stupidly, contemplating why he thoughting adopting kids would be a good idea.
"Bad night?" Babs asked through the comms, watching Bruce stand there in defeat, head held an inch lower than usual.
"Teens will be the death of me, Oracle." Brue sighs and rubs a handdown his face, for once he looks like an exhausted father of a million kids. "Make sure Red Robin goes home and stays there, he's grounded."
"In better news, Nightwing found killer Croc!" Babs says after a second of beautiful silence, not trying hard to make him feel better.
"You never fail to lift my spirits." He sighs before grappling away.