Barbara heard him but couldn't be bothered to turn around.  Instead the room for a moment was only filled with the sound of mechanical keyboard clatter.  Barbara's face only visible through the haze of a large computer monitor.  "Black Canary you're looking for a silver Corvette, license plate number 184 DSP.  Should be within your location... hold on."  Barbara slid off the headset contemplating what she was going to say to the guy who ran away when she needed him most. She couldn't quite decide what her emotions over time of what had happened she should go on.  The sadness, the anger....

"Hey..."  She finally let out, slowly turning around in her wheelchair and looking over at Dick.  "Nice of you to finally show up..."  Barbara just let it blurt out of her mouth and she sighed.  "No sorry I shouldn't be saying that should I?"