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Issue Eleven

By Travis Hiltz

When a crippling gunshot wound ended her career as Batgirl, Barbara Gordon reinvented herself as Oracle, information broker to the super hero community. There came a time when she could no longer sit back, passing along information, hoping others would be able to deal with the crime. Longing for a more active way to make a difference, Oracle recruited Black Canary to serve as her eyes, ears and when occasion called for it, act as trouble shooter. They became...

"Time Won't Let Me"

Night falls on Seattle, as two women stand on the roof of a Starbucks, keeping watch over the city.
“I’m bored. Can we do Chinese tonight?” One asks.
“This is why Superman works alone.” The other woman mutters in reply.
The older woman, a tall, athletic blonde in her early thirties, wore a light blue body stocking with darker blue jacket, gloves and boots. Her belt was made of palm-sized yellow disks linked together. She’s Dinah Lance, the Black Canary, and her attractive features are marred by a slight frown, directed at her companion.
The Spoiler was the teen-aged daughter of the villainous Cluemaster. In an act of adolescent rebellion, she decided to become a super hero. Following a short, less than successful, stint under the tutelage of Batman, Spoiler found herself ‘adopted’ by the Canary and her partner in crime fighting, Oracle.
Spoiler wore a blue mask that covered her entire head and a light purple hood. Her body suit was a matching purple with gloves, boots, a short cape and shoulder bag in blue.
The two women had traveled to Seattle to take care of some loose ends from the Canary’s time living on the West coast. After a hard day spent cleaning out the Canary’s rented storage area, both women felt it would be nice to check out Seattle’s nightlife, in their own special way.
“Sorry,” Spoiler muttered, glancing away from the Canary. She sat on the edge of the roof, lazily dangling her feet. “Was it this quiet when you lived out here?”
“‘Quiet’ is not one of the words I would use to describe any part of my life with Ollie,” Black Canary replied, with a melancholy smirk.
“Oh yeah, you and Green Arrow were a ... um...”
“The polite term is ‘couple’. Yeah, we were and back to the original topic, we didn’t have any trouble finding crime when we lived in Seattle. I doubt it’s gotten quieter, in fact without Ollie here to keep ‘em in line, the locals are probably starting to get pretty cocky.”
“So, how come we haven’t seen anything remotely resembling a crime?” Spoiler asked. “Unless you count the fact that nobody uses a turn signal when they drive.”
“It’s not all about crime fighting, Steph,” The Canary told her. “I just wanted to get my stuff out of storage and see Seattle again. Thought you’d like to tag along.”
“Well, that part’s cool,” Spoiler said. “but you can only see so many rooftops before the thrill starts to fade. How about that Tai noodle place we tried on Tuesday?”
“Did you talk this way to Batman?”
“Are you kidding? Tim... um... Robin’s great, but Batman makes me ... nervous. “
“Batman makes everybody this side of Superman and God nervous, don’t worry about it.” Black Canary crossed her arms and peered out into the night.
“All this is kinda you saying good bye to Seattle, isn’t it?” Spoiler asked.
“Yeah. I think I’m done with the west coast for awhile. Nice city, but we’ve got too much history, too much of the bad stuff happened here.”
Canary sighed and Spoiler nodded.
“Tai’s okay,” Canary said, after a couple minutes. “but it’s got to be take out. I want to get home, have a quiet night, some T.V... “
“The sooner you admit you have a problem, the sooner you can get help,” Spoiler told her, with a smile.
“Just because you don’t appreciate Iron Chef...,” Black Canary replied.
“Whatever. I’m not the one obsessing over a cooking show.”
“Anymore grief and you’ll never get to drive the Canarymoble. “
Spoiler stood up and both women made their way across the rooftop, leaping down to the lower, neighboring building.
“We’ll head back a couple blocks to the monorail station. Then take the stairs down to the street,” The Canary said.
“Hey, Dinah,” Spoiler said, as they paused, to scout out the best way across an alley. “Sorry, Black Canary, Seattle have many super heroes?”
“Not really. Ollie and I were pretty much it. I think one of the Marvel Family moved here for awhile....”
“Then who’s that?”
Black Canary looked down to the far end of the alley, at the individual Spoiler had spotted. She gave a groan of annoyance, as the figure stepped into the light.
He wore a blue body suit decorated with numerous clock faces. HIs boots, cape, gloves and shorts were light green. His face was completely covered by a clock face mask.
The clock faced man kept peering intently around as he worked on the lock of a plain metal door with a device from his belt. Like most people, he assumed anyone intent on pouncing would approach from ground level. So, he was taken completely by surprise when the Black Canary landed on him from above.
Leaping from the rooftop, she drove her heels into his shoulders, knocking the clock faced man to the ground.
Black Canary was standing over the colorfully dressed heap, by the time Spoiler joined her on the ground.
“I’m guessing this means he’s a super villain?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“Captain Alarm clock?” Spoiler asked.
“The Clock King,” Canary replied, not taking her eyes away from the villain. “What are you up to now, Tockman?”
With a bit of effort, the Clock King got himself untangled from his cape and struggled to his feet.
“Black... ow... Canary?” He mumbled, leaning against the concrete wall.
“Let’s get this over with,” The Canary said, going into a fighting stance.
With a low moan, the Clock King slid back down the wall and sat, his head in his hands.
Both women watched him carefully, for several minutes. Unsure what to do next.
“Um... is he ... crying?” Spoiler asked, quietly.
“Uhhh.... yeah, maybe...?”
“What now?”
“How should I know?” Canary snapped. “You think I have this effect on a lot of super villains?”
She knelt down and grabbed a hold of the front of the Clock King’s shirt.
“All right, Tockman, I don’t know what you’re up to...”
“Just... get it over with,” the villain muttered in reply. “Beat me up, take me to jail, it doesn’t matter... it’s over. I blew it ... again, and she’s gonna suffer cause of me...”
“Oh boy,” Canary muttered. “It can’t ever be easy.”
She turned towards Spoiler.
“Go flag down a cab. I’m guessing there’s more to this than meets the eye.”
“Uh... okay. ”

In Gotham City, it was after midnight when the phone rang.
Barbara Gordon, now known to most of the super hero community as Oracle, groaned, rolled over and turned on the light.
“Somebody’s going to pay a terrible price for this,” she mumbled, as she reached for the laptop computer on her bedside table. Her right hand tapped at the keyboard while she grabbed her glasses with her left. Oracle then scooted herself into a sitting position.
“This better be life and death,” she said, slipping on her head set.
“There’s a maniacally depressed super villain in my kitchen,” Black Canary’s voice said.
“I never have these kind of problems when I work with Nightwing,” Oracle told her. “Okay, share.”
“It’s like this...” Canary explained....

The Clock King sat hunched over his coffee cup. His mask and cowl where pulled back. William Tockman was a thin, pale man with unruly, short brown hair. He peered mournfully into his coffee as he spoke.
“I came out here after that fiasco, with the Justice League in Antarctica. Thought it was time to get a real job. I was working in the accounting department of an insurance company. That’s where I met Maureen....”
“Maureen is the ‘her’ you mentioned earlier?” Canary asked. She fiddled with her ear ring while they talked. Not that she was nervous, but the right one acted as a communication device between her and Oracle.
Oracle had thrown on a bathrobe, and gotten a cup of coffee of her own while she listened to the Clock King’s story. She rolled her wheelchair out to the main computer terminal.
“We dated,” Tockman nodded. “She’s the best thing that every happened to me. We’d been making plans... for our future, when I bumped into Higgins.”
“Who?” Spoiler asked. She’d pulled her mask up to the bridge of her nose and was struggling to keep it in place while drinking hot chocolate.
“Carl Higgins. He was, kind of, a professional henchman,” Tockman explained. “Worked for a couple different guys. I met him when the Calendar man and I teamed up. He came out here to avoid some legal heat in Gotham and ended up as a runner for some local mob types.”
“...and he was in a generous mood and wanted to help hook you up with a job.” Canary suggested.
“Something like that. He and a couple other guys were putting a job together. He wanted me to help with some technical details. I tried to get out of it politely, but Higgins kept at it. I finally turned him down cold. Told him I was going straight, had enough of that life.”
“I’m guessing Higgins wasn’t an understanding sort of guy,” Spoiler muttered.
“Right on the first guess,” Tockman replied, mournfully. “They have Maureen. I do this job, they let her go and leave us alone...”
“You believe him?” Black Canary asked.
“It’s not as though I have a choice,” Tockman replied, looking up from his coffee cup. “I mean, look at me! Who do I go to for help? The police? The JLA? Go rescue her by myself?”
“So,” Canary asked. “You pull this ‘job’ for Higgins, by some miracle he keeps his word, what then? What’s the next move for you and Maureen?”
“We were looking to move back to the east coast, before this happened. Her brother works for a small computer firm in Boston. That was the plan... now, I don’t know...”
“Hold on a second!” Oracle said in the Canary’s ear. “I see where this is going and if you think...!”
“Can you hold that thought for a second,?” Canary told Tockman. “My pager’s going off. I’ll be right back.”
Dinah scooted down the hall to her bed room, and once there tapped her necklace so she could talk, as well as listen, to Oracle. Her jewelry, in addition to going with nearly every outfit Dinah owned, contained miniature communications equipment.
“What’s the problem?” she asked.
“What’s the problem?” Oracle echoed. “Can you honestly tell me that you aren’t planning to help him?”
“Well, I can’t look you in the eye, but...” Canary replied.
“I do not find this the least bit funny. What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking,” Canary explained. “this guy is desperate enough to risk jail time and quite possibly getting killed to get his act together and be with the love of his life. I think that’s worth a little breaking and entering, don’t you?”
“This is the fine example of crime fighting you are trying to show Stephanie?”
“You going to try the ‘this isn’t the way we do things’ lecture too?” The Canary asked. “I’m sure you’ve saved up a whole bunch of Batman quotes, over the years. You can take the girl out of the Bat cave, but you...”
“Just because I have to be the responsible adult in these situations does not make me Batman!” Oracle snapped.
“Good, then you’ll be able to unclench and listen to me on this,” Black Canary said.
“I am not clenched...”
“Now, if we cut him loose,” Canary interrupted. “Tockman is either going to try and rescue Maureen or pull this job off on his own, right?”
“So, far...”
“And, in your professional opinion, what are his chances of pulling off either one?”
“About as good as the odds of you listening to me,” Oracle replied, grudgingly.
“Sorry, couldn’t hear that last part over the sound of your butt clenching,” Black Canary said. “If we bust him, Maureen’s body will be found in the trunk of an abandoned car, over in Redmont, before we or the cops will be able to do anything. This way, we get a villain to give up the spandex lifestyle, help the course of true love run smooth and put the screws to the local wise guys. All we need is some stunningly brilliant, computer savvy person to advise us on the technical details and...”
“You forgot infinitely patient and understanding,” Oracle replied. “I suppose this whole ‘trusting your partner’ thing works both ways.”
“You have talked me out on a limb several times in the past,” Dinah said.
“If I do this, there are conditions...”
“Thought there would be.”
“One: “Oracle said. “You listen to me. Just because I think this is a bad idea does not mean I don’t want to see everybody get out alive and well.”
“That’s fair.”
“Two: Spoiler stays on the sidelines. It’s going to be tricky enough keeping an eye on Tockman and you. I don’t want you dragging her into danger.”
“I can’t argue that one either.”
“Three: if you ever pull something like this again, I will drop you like a hot rock and give Huntress your job.”
“Deal. Now, if you can get us the floor plans for this Christention-Hill place he’s supposed to break into, while I roust the troops....”
“I’m on it. Just be careful, okay?”
“Okay.”

“Are you serious?” Both the Clock King and Spoiler exclaimed, when the Canary returned to the kitchen and unveiled her master plan.
“Is... she ... okay with this?” Spoiler muttered, anxiously.
“Not really,” Canary replied. “but ‘she’ll’ help. How bout you, Tock?”
“I... don’t know what to say,” He replied. “Do you think it’ll work...?”
“I think we’ve got a much better chance than if you go solo,” The Canary assured him. “We can get you in and out and have a good shot at getting Maureen away from Higgins in one piece.”
“God,” he breathed. “Thank you. I don’t...”
“No hugging,” Canary warned. “if we do this and everything goes smooth, you and Maureen are on the first plane outta town five minutes later.”
“But, our stuff...?”
“We’ll take care of that,” Canary told him.
“WE will?” Oracle muttered in her ear.
“Soon as you hit the east coast,” Canary continued. “you burn that outfit and go live happily every after...”
“Because if we ever catch you even thinking about so much as jaywalking,” Spoiler added. “We’ll kick your ass so hard your hair will hurt!”
Both the Black Canary and Clock King turned questioning eyes at the young heroine in training.
“She didn’t learn to talk that way from me,” Oracle said.
“I got caught up in the moment,” Spoiler muttered.
“Uh-huh, well, get uncaught,” Canary told her. “Because you are guarding the house while Tockman and I play master thieves...”
“What? Come on, you know I can...!”
“Yes, I do,” The Canary interrupted. “but, we need somebody in case things go wrong. You are not being cut out, you are the calvary, okay?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Spoiler muttered, grudgingly. It was obvious from her expression that she didn’t believe a word of it.
The Canary turned back to Tockman.
“Well, time to get to work.”

Christention-Hill was a small computer firm, specializing in technical support and systems analysis for larger businesses. Their building was a three story, white office on the fringe of the business district. It was sandwiched between two smaller office buildings and it’s back parking lot was bordered by a chain link fence and then a thin stretch of trees. Nearly all the windows were dark.
Black Canary and the Clock King had parked a block over. On the other side of the trees was a neighborhood of older houses converted to low rent apartments, several coffee shops and small groceries.
They crouched among the trees. Black Canary wore a pair of infrared goggles while she checked over the parking lot.
“All three of those doors lead into the loading dock,” Clock King explained to her. They were large garage door types, with a smaller, regular door built in. Each had a concrete loading dock attacked to it.
“You want the far door,” Oracle said, in the Canary’s ear. “They did some remodeling in 97. The third loading bay was rebuilt into a storage area. There’ll be plenty of cover between you and the night crew. After 7pm the staff consists of only about eight employees. Three handle late night deliveries, mind the phones and e-mail. I’m going to start running a skip program on their security cameras. It’ll be easy to recycle the same couple minutes of footage, so as long as you avoid any of the staff seeing you, you’re fine.”
“Okay,” Black Canary muttered, standing up. “Let’s try that far door. It’s deep in shadow, nobody’ll notice us.”
Tockman nodded, and the two sprinted around the edge of the parking lot, using parked cars and patches of shadow to stay out of sight.
At the door, Clock King slid several wire-thin pieces of metal out of his belt and went to work on the lock.
“There’s going to be a kind of scaffold in the loading area,” Oracle instructed. “A catwalk that runs, high up, along the loading bay wall. It was installed during the remodel and is used for maintenance work.”
“That’ll keep us out of sight while we cross the bay?” Canary whispered into her necklace.”
“Yes, it’s also set above most of the security cameras,” Oracle replied. “At the far corner of the room, there’ll be a door and then an hallway. All the offices, on this floor, are set up in one square, in the other half of the building. The hall runs past all ...”
“Got it,” Clock King announced, easing the door open. He and the Black Canary slid in and crouched behind some crates to survey the loading bay. It was a maze of pallets, loaded down with all sorts of packages and crates. There were alleyways between the pallets.
“That metal walkway is our best bet across the room,” Canary whispered. “All we need to worry about is the night crew.”
“You’re clear,” Oracle said. “One’s in the side room, some kind of office, another’s in the men’s room and the third is in the main office square, failing miserably at flirting with a girl in tech-support.”
“Right.” Canary muttered as she turned to the Clock King. “We need to get up there, on that scaffold. It’ll get us across the room.”
“I got it covered.” he pushed back his glove, revealing a thick wrist band. Pressing a stud in the side a mini-harppon attached to a near invisible strand of wire shot across the loading bay and embedded itself in to the concrete wall, right above the catwalk. “Grab hold.”
Skeptical, the Black Canary got a hold of the Clock King’s belt, and was yanked across the room by the wire, as Tockman pressed a second stud.
“Oooof,” she gasped, landing with a clatter on the scaffold, above the entrance to the hall. They then crept around the edge of the room. “Not bad. You know which office we want?”
“Yeah, follow me.”
They swung over the railing and sprinted down the hall to a door.
“Where are you going?” Oracle asked. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to pick an office that far from the way out.”
“We’re gonna have to trust him,” Canary murmured, as she ran. “He must have planned some of this out before we busted him.”
“Okay, ring me if you need help. I’m going to check on something,” Oracle said.
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Canary told her, as she and Clock King slipped into a darkened office. “Security seems pretty lightweight here.”
“Yeah,” Oracle said, clicking off the line with Canary and leaning back in her wheelchair. “That’s what bothers me.”
She leaned forward and her fingers clicked on the keyboard. As the computers around her hummed with activity, Oracle tapped at her headphone and then hit one of her preprogrammed numbers.

Meanwhile, Spoiler was bored.
“I bet other super heroes have DVD players,” she muttered, slumping on the couch. “I should have brought a book.”
She jumped a bit when her shoulder bag started to beep.
“Um... hello?” She said, after fishing out her cellphone.
“Hi, Steph, it’s me, Oracle.”
“Oh, what’s up? Trouble? Dinah and that guy have only been gone fifteen minutes?”
“Nothing like that. I’ve been doing some checking on the infamous Mister Higgins...”
“And?” Spoiler asked, eagerly.
“How’d you like to be the one to rescue the damsel?” Oracle asked.
“Sweet! Okay, let me grab my stuff and... wait a sec...? Does Dinah know about this?”
“Not as such,” Oracle muttered.
“I’m going to tell her this was all your idea then. Let’s go!”
Oracle smiled. After years of working with Batman, it was refreshing to work with someone that had a bit of enthusiasm for the job. Someone who looked at the life of a super hero with some awe.
“Does my old, ex-sidekick heart good,” she murmured.
“You say something?” Spoiler asked, gathering her uniform and equipment together.
“Not me,”Oracle replied. “So, what are you waiting for? The Spoiler signal?”

Black Canary and Clock King slipped into the office, leaving the lights off, so as not to attract attention. Clock King made his way to a desk and turned on the computer, while fishing something out of one of his belt compartments.
“Okay,” he said, as he typed and clicked. “I need to get into the company files. Once I’m there, I’m going to use this disk, so I can download the info Higgins is after.”
“You have any idea what this is all about?” Canary asked, peering over his shoulder. She was not the technical wizard of the Birds of Prey team. In fact, her VCR was still blinking twelve o’ clock, but along with the infrared lenses in her goggles was a mini-cam, that allowed Oracle to see what she did. Black Canary was hoping her partner would spot something that’d explain why Higgins was going through all this trouble.
“Not really,” Clock King replied, while they waited for the required files to transfer onto the disk he’d brought. “Higgins was vague when he first approached me. Then, when I proved to be a tough sell, he didn’t feel the need to give me any details, just a lot of tough guy, ‘do your job and nobody gets hurt’ crap.”
“Unhelpful, yet cliched,” Canary muttered. “What’s that?” She pointed over his shoulder.
“It’s the current part of the file that’s being downloaded,” Clock King muttered. “You see as that blue line fills the grey space it means...”
“I know that part,” Canary snapped. “I mean, where it says ‘nano tech’ is that the name of the project, what they are studying or the company they’re doing the work for? Nano tech sounds familiar...?”
Clock King shifted and got up quickly, clapping a gloved hand over the Black Canary’s mouth. She tensed, grabbing at his wrist, sensing a double-cross.
He held a finger to the part of his mask where his lips were, and nodded his head towards the door.
As the Canary glanced over, the door began to ease open.
The new arrival was a broad shouldered fellow with a crew cut, wearing a security guard uniform.
To the Black Canary’s eyes, he didn’t have the cautious look of a guard. He was giving off a definite ‘sneaky’ vibe.
Black Canary and the Clock King both lunged for the guard, hoping to grab him before he could make any noise and give them away.
Unfortunately, when he rolled back the desk chair, Clock King rolled it so it was parked on the edge of his cape and when he leapt up, nearly strangled himself.
Black Canary rolled her eyes as she leapt up onto a nearby desk and launched herself at the guard.
His mouth was open, about to shout, when she caught him in the neck with the heel of her hand. Just enough pressure to make speaking ( and breathing, for that matter) a bit difficult for a minute or two. A sweep kick to the back of the knees and the guard tumbled the rest of the way into the darkened office. Canary eased the door shut and then delivered a judo chop to the back of the guard’s neck. He landed in a heap at her feet just as the Clock King got himself loose and joined her.
“Nice job,” Tockman whispered. “What now? He going to be out long enough for us to finish?”
“I think so,” she replied. “Something odd about him though...”
She knelt down and rummaged through the guard’s belt and pockets.
“What’s up?”
“Take a look at this,” Canary said, standing up. She held a floppy disk in her hand. The kind used for basic transfers and downloading of computer data. Just like she and Clock King were using.
“Why would...?” Clock King started. “You think...?”
“Higgins didn’t want a master thief,” Canary said, “but a master scape goat. We need to speed this up and get outta here. I don’t like the looks of this. If ‘rent-a-cop’ here has a partner or is expected to check in with somebody, we’’re in trouble.”
“If Higgins wanted me for a fall guy from the beginning, “Clock King said, anxiously. “what about Maureen?”
“How soon will the file be done?” Canary asked, trying not to appear worried. Clock King’s theory about his girlfriend had occurred to her and she was starting to lose some of her earlier, assured attitude. It was getting harder to picture a happy ending to this little adventure.
“About another two minutes,” Clock King said, glancing at the monitor.
“Keep an eye on it. I’m going to tie up our friend and check the door.”
She pulled some nylon rope out of a belt container and trussed their would be attacker up. Along with the other odds and ends in his pockets and belt, the Black Canary found a flask, still three quarters full of something pretty potent smelling. She raised an eyebrow as an idea crept into her head.
“Pick up, Oracle,” she whispered. “I need to bask in your wisdom.”
“Go ahead, O my sarcastic apprentice,” Oracle replied.
The Canary quickly filled her partner in on recent developments, while she took a quick peak at the hallway. Still empty.
“Well,” Oracle muttered, while her fingers flew over her keyboard. “That’s not a good sign...”
“No argument there.”
“Security is still quiet, so I’m guessing he was working on his own. Nothing in their computer system. You guys are clear on that end, at least.”
“It’s not us I’m worried about,” Canary said. “It’s Maureen. “
“You just help Tockman get through this,” Oracle replied. “Maureen will be fine.”
“Easy for you to say. How can... ? What are you up to?” Canary asked.
“You say something?” Clock King asked.
“Just talking to myself. Trying to figure things out.”
Canary moved into the far corner of the room, while Clock King finished up at the computer.
“Spill it,” Canary muttered, trying to keep her voice down. “What are you... is Steph still at the house?”
“You have a suspicious nature.”
“That’s why you picked me to work with, instead of Firehawk,” Black Canary said. “I thought the deal was she was to stay out of this?”
“Everything is under control,” Oracle replied, with an overly innocent tone. “I had the same thought about Higgins and got Spoiler to help me take care of some things. You worry about your part. How much...”
“Done,” Clock King announced, ejecting the disk and tucking it into his belt. “Now what?”
They both looked at the unconscious guard, then glanced at each other. Canary realized she was still holding the flask and a smile crossed her features.
“I’ve got an idea.”

“Is that going to fool anybody?” Tockman asked, as he and the Black Canary drove away from Christention-Hill, in the Canary mobile. (a rented chevy Malibu.)
“Trust me,” she replied. “I dosed that guy with enough of that cheap swill, he had, that nobody is going believe whatever story he tells when they find him. I had a... contact of my fiddle with the security system, there’s no trace of us. All they’ll find is a drunk guard, that passed out, as he was illegally downloading some rather unpleasant porn sites, while on company time. “
“What about Maureen?” Tockman asked anxiously.
“We’ve got her,” Oracle said in the Canary’s ear. “Here’s where you need to go...”
“You like Tai food?” Canary asked her passenger.

A couple hours and a very good meal later....
“I love being one of the good guys,” Spoiler said, leaning back in the booth she and Black Canary were sharing.
“It has it’s moments,” Canary replied, between bites of spring roll. “Everything go okay with you?”
“Um... yeah,” Spoiler shrugged. “Oracle did some checking on Higgins and found he was pretty small time. Only had two other guys working for him and no real connections to the Seattle mobs, so aside from getting shot at, it was a walk...”
“Getting shot at?” Canary asked, startled. “I’m going to have a talk with Oracle. Our definitions of ‘out of danger’ seem to be different.”
“It was only a couple times,” Spoiler explained, casually. “Not like they were good shots or anything. I used my smoke bomb. For all I know they’re still there, stumbling around the warehouse, looking for us. You going to finish that rice?”
Black Canary smiled and pushed the dish towards her protégé.
Across the aisle, William Tockman sat at a table with a thin woman with short blonde hair. They held hands across the table as they talked.

Back in Gotham...
Oracle fished the last piece of shrimp out of the take out box of lo mien and leaned back in her wheelchair. She had to admit, that despite her earlier protests, it felt good to have found another way to get a super villain out of action, besides having Dinah beat them up.
“Maybe we should start a dating service for villains,” she muttered with a smile. “I’m sure all Blockbuster needs is the love of a good woman.”
“I’m gonna let you test that theory,” The Canary replied.

Author’s Note: Welcome to my first ever BoP story.
I really enjoy this series and Tim was gracious enough to let me try writing Oracle and Co. I hope to do more. They will most likely be more short stories and minis as I’m too busy to take on another ongoing fanfic series.
What would you guys like to see in future BoP stories?
Have a favorite villain or an agent of Oracle’s you’d like to see in action?
Interested in seeing Dinah’s mom, the original BC and the Golden Age BoP?
I do have plans to have Power girl, Huntress and Blue Beetle show up in the future, but I am open to suggestions from my adoring fans.

 

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