The instant she saw the Joker, Barbara instinctively reached for the gun at her waist—only then remembering that she had changed clothes and hadn't brought it.
Not long after Damian left her room at Wayne Manor, Barbara climbed out the window. She had to check on her father, and more importantly, she might be able to see her mother.
As clever as Oracle was, how could she not have realized that in a universe earlier along this timeline, her mother might still be alive? She desperately wanted to see her mother again.
She knew that at this hour, her father should still be working himself to the bone at the police station. As the only diligent, hardworking good cop in a major metropolis, Gordon always had more work than he could finish.
After every night shift, all Barbara had to do was stand downstairs outside the station and look up to see the familiar light shining from Gordon's office.
Barbara went there, but the light was off.
She was wearing her Batgirl uniform, so she hesitated over whether to climb the wall and sneak in. But before she could hesitate for long, the elderly night guard at the Gotham Police Department came over and asked what she was doing there.
Barbara had no idea why the surveillance cameras at the Gotham Police Department in this universe weren't broken. Normally, they were all broken. Only the thousand-plus cameras Batman had installed actually worked, and their footage could only be viewed in the Batcave. There was no way the old guard should have known.
Barbara guessed the old man might be one of Batman's mysterious informants, but she had no time to worry about that. If Gordon was not in his office at this hour, then he had to be out in