[i]Blue Demon/Ruby collab[/i]

Supergirl rationed her breaths, her eyes staring out a window, at the golden glow of the yellow star called the Sun. She'd heard the woman down the hall, heard the sounds that were strange and alien to the extra-terrestrial until the young human entered upon the wheel chair. Kara Connors had come across a few handicapped humans; most of them at M.I.T. Most of them in the apparent vein of the human before her now: handicapped, yet seemingly more capable than most of the humans wasting their lives in a rinse/repeat of just going through the motions, waking up, and doing it all over and over again.

"No one." The hacker, a woman in a wheelchair voiced her opinion on her visitor's earlier question. Barbara had come from down a hallway, after her proximity alarms had alerted her of her new visitor. She looked relaxed in her wheelchair, apart from the weapons in her hands. Two escrima sticks, held at the ready. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I found traces of your system trying to break into Lex Luthor's private intranet." Her head turned to the young human, then, blue eyes so distant Supergirl might as well had been floating miles up above in the clouds. "It wasn't an easy trace. I doubt any human with terrestrial technologies could have found you."

Her shoulders followed her eyes, and soon Supergirl was calmly making up the distance between them; one step after another. She gave only a curious, half-look at the weapons, her lips hinting at a smile the way pre-dawn hours hinted at sunlight. When her upperbody stirred, it was her left hand slipping out from under the cape, and producing what appeared a metallic flashdrive, the symbol of House El adorning it's blunt end. 

"This is all the raw data I stole from Luthor's private servers. It's a lot, and most of it still encrypted." Instead of hand it over to the human, the alien girl paused, her eyes stealing another side glance of the young human woman. "Should I determine you are trustworthy, I would exchange what I have with you, in hopes our systems combined could divine what's in Luthor's data faster than my system alone, as I'm certain the hew-man is up to no good."

When she got irritated, there was an alien accent to the word 'human', turning it into the prolonged syllables of hew-man.  

"I've been on your planet for a very short amount of time, so please don't think me rude...but...I have my questions." Many and more than I'd dare ask aloud, a paranoid thought for a paranoid alien. But there had to be a starting point. This seemed as good a place as any. "Who are you, outside of the basic information my system has pulled up based on your facial recognition profile, Barbara?...who do you work with? And, maybe most importantly:...who taught you how to use those...sticks?"

She said, nodding to the escrima sticks. 

Barbara has tensed up with every word and step. Only bluster kept her in her seat. And the calm acceptance that the uniform she was wearing stated clearly that running would do nothing. Still, the similarities between Superman and this women nagged at her. She had neglected a lot after her incident. Which was coming back to bite her now. Did Superman know about her? Heck, did Batman?

"I'm surprised you found anything about me on public files. Yes, my name is Barbara, last name Gordon." Barbara said as she studied the woman and the flash drive. Batman was a paranoid S.O.B. He had helped her wipe out a lot of their information. But apparently not everything. When the woman nodded to the weapons she gave them a small twirl. "And a friend taught me." With that Barbara slipped them back into their holsters on her chair. They weren't going to do her any good. "To steal your words, please don't think me rude for not telling you, but I don't trust you either. Does Superman know about you?" She added on casually.

"Oh, they weren't public files." The only time Supergirl truly flinched, was when Barbara asked about Kal. After the momentary reaction, she offered a small shrug. "You're an Earthling. You shouldn't trust anyone. To answer your question...he probably knows I existed. This," her index finger jerked towards the shield on her chest, "is the ancient seal of my House. The rest is a private matter for now." Maybe forever.

Babs got the hint about the crest. Touchy subject, not that she had asked. But it probably wasn't best to point that out. "Alright." Oracle agreed easily. "But why come to me? From what I know Luthor's a thorn in Superman's side. I'm sure he'd be willing to help you."

"I was afraid he would ask too many questions." Supergirl didn't bother to hide her grin; a grin that teased Gordon. But it came and went like a reflection of light on a wall, bright and gone in a blink. A more focused look replaced it upon her face, gold flecked eyes the size of saucers trained on the human, and her reactions--both on the surface and below it. "And now for all the money: are you in the business of hacking for profit, or do you have other motives?"

Babs would have tensed at the woman's words. It it hadn't been for the brief smile, she was sure she didn't see. As it were she eyed the blonde then sighed. "I don't get any money out of it no." She wheeled her chair further into the room. "Take a seat, looking up at you is giving my neck a crink." She made a small shooing motion with her hands in an attempt to herd the woman to the sofa.

It was strange, being an alien: the simplest, smallest, things can bring up a tiny explosion of emotions. When the hew-man woman voiced a concern over her neck, Supergirl immediately 'sat' traditional style--more floating off the ground just high enough to be eye-level with the young woman. But the first time a college friend told Kara to sit 'Indian style', all she could do was blink. 

A good thing Kara wasn't worried if her response seemed weird, or alien to 'take a seat' was, "Why is it called 'Indian' style? Which sort of Indian, the popular American-English language has several?...is there a Chinese style? What would a English style look like? Would tea be involved?" 

In a snap, Kara shook her head in mild frustration with Earth and it's idiosyncrasies. Like that, the cooler and more contained exterior of Supergirl replaced the lost alien girl, her hand rising up, palm up and out, to offer the storage device to Barbara. "Take it. You, and any friends you might have, should start working to unlock the files immediately. I'll have my system share it's current progress, so resources can be pooled and this task can be completed faster. Don't worry about setting up a connection, my system is ran by an advanced A.I.: it will contact you and advise on secure networking options given the whatever pathway you two choose. 'Her' name is Sanctuary, developed by..." she paused, before she spoke a name perhaps she ought not, "a very wise man in the last days of the planet I come from. Once it's decrypted and analyzed we'll meet up again, look at where we stand."

Supergirl began to rise in the air, but got only a foot before slowly to a pause. "And maybe it goes without saying, but...Lex is very dangerous. He is the most dangerous un-altered human I have come across yet. Be careful. Check your security, digital and physical. His secrets are written in blood, I've no doubt."

Oracle tried her best not to openly stare as the woman floated. She was happy to use the flash drive as a distraction. She was careful not to touch the woman as she took the drive. She half listened to her as she examined the drive. But paused at the mention of an A.I. An advanced A.I. Which explained why her mysterious hacker was so good. It was a computer program. Fascinating. She may have even murmured that part aloud.

"Lex is formidable." Oracle agreed as she turned to her computer and started minimizing programs she had been running for Nightwing. She also made sure to turn off her secondary alarm. The one that alerted her allies if it wasn't turned off and the OK given. She then plugged in the drive; in safe mode of course. At almost the same time her computer alerted her of an intrusion. She typed rapid fire and discovered it was the aforementioned A.I., Sanctuary. For a brief moment Barbara had a flash back to late night movies with Dick, where they watched Logan's run. A smile tugged at her lips.

There is no Sanctuary.

Oracle turned her attention back to the drive and the information it contained. The Superwoman had been right. A lot of it was encrypted. Hard to believe this was all on his private server. Something she had been dying to get her hands on. She eyed the codes then set about pulling up her state of the art decryption programs. The CIA would be jealous. 

Oracle turned back to the woman. "This might take a while." Her mouth quirked up more at the added memory of telling Dick just the same only an hour ago.

Supergirl's mouth fixed into a crooked little smile. "Yeah, I thought it might. I'll be in touch." 

If there was any real surprise when she left, it was that she simply landed softly on her feet, and walked out using the front door.