Owner	Pose
Barbara Gordon	It wasn't even that difficult a hack. Babs has backdoors programmed into Arkham's root security and full access on cameras in most wings of the facility to keep track of the most violent criminals. Ever wondered why the Bats always seem to know there's a problem before one starts? She did some schedule shifts, KP duty for rec on Vernon.. A shift of work profile for Calendar Man... all so the little change to Stockholm's day goes relatively unoticed. Supervised, computer time for the woman who had just tried to escape and been foiled. This is why Arkham has so many escapes.
Stockholm	Okay so Stockholm was not really expecting Lightly Supervised computer time. Honestly Julia was really enjoying sitting in her new much more secure cell in the center of the building. Lower level. This is like Harley class accommodations and less likely for a crazy guy in a mask with a rocket launcher to kill her. So this lightly supervised time in the computer lab really unnerves her. Her left arm is still in a cast and under her uniform her shoulder is all wrapped up for the healing bullet wound. Once she gets to the computer she hefts the keyboard, looking like she is testing the weight of it. A look over at the orderly monitoring the room in the safer room with a window on the computer room. Then she glances at the door as if expecting assassins to join her in here. Yeah she thinks this is another attempt on her life.
Barbara Gordon	Just a computer and not even a very good one. For Babs purposes, however, it doesn't have to be. The calming background of some waterfall in a tropical area is replaced temporarily with a solid black screen. Long, mismatched green lines slide across the screen to form an expressionless, gender neutral green face. <Hello, Julia. I am Oracle. I have arranged for you to have this time in the computer lab so we can talk.> The mouth moves on the green face, but it's out of sync with the words coming from the headphones laying down on the desk. The face tilts down to stare at them, then back up at Stockholm. <Put those in. You can speak quietly, the guard is there only to make sure you do not attempt to escape.>
Stockholm	"For the record I didn't try to escape last night, also this is messed up I shouldn't be out of my cell." she picks up the headphones gingerly and checks them over with competence. Then she just sets them down and grabs the one from the computer next to her and swaps them out. Then she checks the ones she swapped for. Sniffing. Peering. Checking. Making sure no explosives, contact poison, or poison injection needles. She slips them on finally and mutters softly. "Okay All Seeing Eye .. what?"
Barbara Gordon	Babs takes a bite from her sandwich while Julia goes through the ritualistic process of replacing one set of headphones for another, laughing quietly to herself even though the neurotic nature of it is hardly something she should find funny. It is entirely possible she's a little petty and might be taking a small bit of enjoyment in watching the woman squirm. Her face is still all brown from a pistol whip, afterall. <I reviewed the footage from the attempt on your life last night. That man. Do you know him?> Bunny slippered feet slide up on her computer desk, safe behind miles worth fiberopic cable and at least one Waynetech satelite, she couldn't be more comfortable behind her fortress of sensors and technology. Call it nastalgia, Julia. I want to help you. But I cannot do that if you do not help me. How do I find that man?
Stockholm	Really she is more worried about being killed in a computer lab vs. being nuerotic. It is a valid concern. "I am sure it was hilarious to watch too." she frowns and leans back in the chair listening now. "Nostalgia?" she just shakes her head wondering who it is still. "Anyways, no I haven't seen that guy before. The mercs seemed pretty ordinary." a one shoulder shrug contemplating. "What is it worth to you to know why they likely did it and how to find the guy?"
Barbara Gordon	<I do not find humor in the suffering of anyone.> The androgynous voice states in its flat monotone voice, Babs leaning back tugging at her bottom lip, absently scrolling the wheel on her mouse to get a clearer resolution of video feed recording Julia. <Nostalgia. A sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past.> Babs leans over and brings up the recordered footage from her Batgirl mask-cam, playing the audio in one ear while listening to Stockholm's redirect. Oh, negociations. What do you think that information is worth?
Stockholm	"Well I mean the negotiating table is a bit lopsided ... like a see saw.. though it could slide the othr way pretty easily if you give it a push.... not sure what I'd push with right now.. one arm." Julia watches the screen and simulation face. "Get me out?" why not start high.
Barbara Gordon	Babs snorts initially at the suggestion... but then considers it. Which means there's a lengthy pause from the green face on the screen. <Suppose I were able to do that.> The face begins, out of sync motion of its face on the limited resolution of the cheap monitor. <There would be stipulations involved that I doubt you would agree to. Nor would it come cheap or easy. So the information you provide would first have to be varified. After varification, a location would have to be determined for the target. And you would have to assist in his apprehension. That is non-negociable.>
Stockholm	They don't really give Arkham anything remotely high tech in this little used room. "Man that sounds awesome. I mean I am not going to be able to give you the exact location so it isn't going to happen but it is nice to know you are willing to work out a deal. I like contracts and deals and fulfilling a good job." "As for why.. well I don't know who he is. I do know why though and how to probably find him, though it will take leg work I can't do." she ms "What is that worth?"
Barbara Gordon	It's a shame how Gotham treats the criminal insane. Brain experiments and the like. Real crime against humanity. <I have agents who can do the legwork if the intel is good.> Drumming fingers against her desk absently, Babs keeps an eye on a small red blip on her digital map of Gotham indicating a potential shooting in Gotham Heights. Another blip indicates someone is already enroute, so after relaying tactical data on the area, she resumes watching Julia. <I have surmissed that you are being targetted for the sake of silencing something you know. Digital recording indicated that you are working for individuals involved in the drug known as Hook. Given you were seen establishing surveylence gear on a M12 gang hideout a week ago and have been seen carrying large calliber, high tech weaponary and armor, it is a safe deduction that you were in some way involved in the New York City massacre and are now being targetted for execution pending information exchange for decreased sentence.> Babs watches the womans expression, not that she expects anything to begiven away. Her experience with Julia has been... nuclear at best. <What I do not know is who those individuals are and I suspect that is how I will find the man from the footage. What would that information be worth to you?>
Stockholm	"Yeah if I start ratting out employers two things will happen. First I'll definitely for sure be killed. Second most of them act through cut aways or videos like this one actually so I have no idea half the time whom I am in the employ of." "As for previous jobs, also generally confidential with the same painful caveats. Not like I can go into witness protection." "I can say though I think that several really well connected criminal elements are really against Hook. They are paying really well and deploying a lot of fire power to wipe out the Hook trade." she considers. "I'm pretty sure the guy in the mask thinks I am heavily involved in shutting down Hook and wanted to get rid of me." she considers "It seems to have very strong South American connection with the gangs involved. They are really pushing their luck though considering the resources against them." "If I was out I could probably inquire who he is with a photo of him and get an answer real easily."
Barbara Gordon	Babs grins and grabs a small pink tennis ball from a trophy on her desk to roll between her palms so her hands have something to do, <You are not out. Yet. But I think I can get you phone previlages if you wanted to warn your associates trying to stop the spread of Hook that there is a new player on the field. The line will be properly secured, monitored by me alone. All information will be used explicitly in the apprehension of the masked assassin. And be charged to your books with the house. Specifically with regards to early release and revenge in capturing the individual who attempted to kill you.> The ball is lightly tossed in the direction of the wall above her monitors and bounces back into her palm absently. The action repeats a couple times while watching Julia, <Suffice to say that short of another escape or actual rehabilitation, where you would then face trial, you are unlikely to get a better offer. Also. I will see after your dog until you are free and he can be returned you.>
Stockholm	"Yeah I am sure said associates will love me leading you right to them whomever you are." she notes with amusement though honestly she is considering it, it is on her face. She taps some random keys on the keyboard, no real rhyme of reason at the moment. "I'm pretty sure these aren't the best doctors out there and if they were able to cure me .. I'm crazy so am I actually responsible for what I do while crazy... is trying me and all fair.. I think the law accounts for that." "Wait a second." she squints "Batman!?" then ducks her head up and looks around before settling back down.
Barbara Gordon	<Depends on the nature of your crimes.> The face states flatly, without inflection, watching Julia without interest from eyes that lack any humanity or worldly quality. Babs, however, is amused, Have the done you any favors? Eventually they will be taken down anyways. Especially if they continue to opperate in Gotham. The last question, however, has her laughing. She knew that would get the ball rolling as she gets the ball flying against the wall to catch it in both hands. The Orderly shoots her a nasty look for shouting, but otherwise resumes whatever HE is watching as well. <NO. I am not Batman. I am an associate. Information exchange. Like who takes care of a lost dog. Which will be returned to you.> There is only implied stress on the last sentence. The voice does not actually change at all.
Stockholm	"My precious." in a pretty pitch perfect Golum impression. "I can't believe you took my dog. I can't believe you all did a bat themed home invasion and invaded my home. I've never invaded your home. It is unprofessional." She sounds cross there. "They aren't directly operating in gotham anyways, they are using Gotham operatives so well like I said cut outs." she tap taps the keyboard idly. "Fine if you can find him and spring me to help turn the table on him I will ask some questions and see if I can get a name and known location. He was pretty distinctive and from what I saw was uniquely skilled as well."
Barbara Gordon	Babs regards the screen for a long while, spinning the tiny tennis ball on the tip of his finger, <It will take me a day to get an encryption on the phone lines. They still use analog onsight wiring, nothing digital, but tomorrow night, you will be scheduled for phone time with your lawyer. Which is covered by client confidentiality. I will be listening in. If the information is good, we begin phase two.> There's a twitch to her nose at the idea of springing Stockholm from Arkham... but after what Bane did and was able to do to Bruce? What option did she have. <I will be in touch. I have eyes on your cell.> The face on the screen remains for a few more seconds, likely for closing agurment or concerns, and then disappears. Replaced by the relaxing waterfall background and an orderly slamming a flashlight against the glass.
Stockholm	"Better not be recording me when privacy should be had" then she pulls the headset off and sets it down. "I suppose this only has near certainty of fucking me over. Also I am shocked that the poster children for vigilante lawbreaking would consider this .. I mean unless they are lying." she considers "God that would be low." Pushing her chair back Julia walks towards the door now knowing her time on the computers are up. "Better keep me alive." she notes to thin air and then takes the escort back to her cell.