The Blacklist [Selina]

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It had been ninety-three straight hours. The weary redhead wiped her face of grease and sweat, and she leaned back in her temporary wheelchair provided by Bruce, letting out a depressing and exasperated sigh. The air conditioner and natural coolness that the Batcave provided was no match for the pure heat coming from the batcomputer towers, and all the coolants and fans in the world wasn’t helping; although, she didn’t have all the coolants and fans in the world. That might help. Ever since the Clock Tower had been demolished by the Rogues, Barbara had to set up shop in the Batcave, things were only made harder since she only had one useful hand, as Captain Cold had broken her right wrist. It was only annoying since she could only work at half speed. Alfred would often check up on her to see if she was doing alright, or wanted to eat, yet she never noticed how often she waived him off. Barbara wasn’t use to being bothered at all in her own space, though he made a point that she hasn’t even had the chance to go to the bathroom yet.

There was nothing but frustration clouding her judgment, the redhead used the remote controlled wheelchair to back off from the computer screen the size of a jumbotron, just to see if looking at it from a different angle would provide the clairvoyance she needed. By the looks of it, there was no way to hack the computer system remotely; the files had a backup and could tell when someone was trying to extract them, it needed to be hardwired. Files in question were vital in the wrong hands, and they have already been in the wrong hands for the last two months. It held a list of every single Metahuman and potential Metahuman in the tri-state area, that being; Gotham, Metropolis, and Bludhaven—the list included children. Oracle already had a list similar to it; admittedly, it had almost twice as much as she had since her entire system was wrecked, no thanks to the dastardly raid of the Rogues on her tower. It would certainly help her recover the information missing from her own personal cloud. The only other agent she had available was in Cordova, uncovering a government conspiracy of SCUD missiles and nuclear warfare. She needed a thief; she needed Catwoman.

Finding her wasn’t the hard part; in fact finding anyone was never that hard. Everyone had an online account somewhere, whether it is email, social media, or any number of random accounts listed on online websites that held such information like credit card numbers, names, home addresses, and photo identification. Oracle took the liberty to bounce her signal off of several Wayne, Lex, and government satellites, and was fed through a firewall of coding and cyberspace and eighteen different IP addresses, those which belong to such people like Mark Desmond, Noah Kuttler, and Katrina Armstrong, all without their permission or acknowledgement. No doubt it was highly illegal, yet Barbara has been working like this for the last two years. Oracle was impressed; whatever Catwoman had done to keep her identity a secret, she kept it well. It didn’t mean that she wasn’t able to find her apartment, billing and IP address, bank accounts, and credit card numbers though. All belonging to one: Jane Doe. Slick, as usual. She was only surprised that the Batcomputer didn’t have that information, even if it had a list of her modus operandi, her weaknesses, tools, weapons, and skills. She was perfect for the job.

Chances are she had already broken into the facility in the past. It was heavily protected, and located in Washington D.C. before even contacting Catwoman, she had to get a plane ticket and the necessary equipment she needed for the mission. The facility was none other than the Department of Extranormal Operations, or D.E.O. for short. Director Bones was a metahuman in charge of the entire op, and getting under his nose was going to be tough. Oracle had developed a virus to not only extract all the information Bones had, but also send the algorithm that searches for Metahumans in an endless loop, thus making their computers and machinery veritably useless. She was sure it could still run PONG after the virus had done its work.

There was no way of telling if she was there or not, but Oracle sent—for lack of a better name—a virus to her computer. The screen glitched as the sending code began to encrypt the thief's computer, it suddenly went black and then, the only text that appeared on the screen was short, sweet, and simple.

“Hello, I am Oracle. Is anyone present?”

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

To survive as both Selina Kyle, owner of BCS, socialite of Gotham's upper class, philanthropist, as well as Catwoman, she had to take precautions. As she was able to extract not only physical goods, but information as well, in this day and age, one had to be learned.

And learned she was, using false identity, firewall, and dummy accounts as often as she could when she needed to be anonymous. Even so, she had safeguards in place as to know when someone was gently reaching out, 'unnoticed' to do research on these accounts.

Even as she was in her office, running numbers and looking up cameras and physical security for another establishment, she was glad she had signed in to her work computer. It was running to her right, the screen large enough to accommodate all the programs and screens she was running. And she had a bad habit of running multiple windows with many, many tabs open.

While that was running to her right, she was writing out on her personal tablet, gifted to her, and not on the local wi-fi, her current plan of operations for this particular task. Her desk was also littered with blueprints, and several files with papers strewn about, commingling from this and that. It looked a mess, hell, it was a mess, but it was a mess that was slowly coming together for her client, and that was progress she could appreciate.

Setting down the stylus, and pushing away from her desk she moved to stretch for a bit, and talk to Allie, her secretary. Her staff was small, but good, and Allie had nothing more to say than her latest look into the tabloids of Gotham for the day. Alec was also at work in his office, only peeking his towhead out once to tell Selina there was something she should look into on her console back in her office. Nodding to her IT-and then some-man, she wriggled a few fingers before heading back to her office with a new cup of coffee in hand.

If Alec sought to mention something, that meant her own security had been breached. Which, was a feat, considering the team she had was from Europe. And as ex-SAS, Alec was skilled. Coupled with her own knowledge, she had to raise a brow as she paused to look out at Gotham's noon-day skyline as she took a languid sip of her coffee.

It seemed someone wanted her attention. And badly. Thankfully her servers ran out of Spain. And yet were still routed to here. The work to find her, was astounding. But the world, and even beyond the rock they called home was even more skill.

She was impressed. But the niggling feeling of who was trying to reach her had her mildly preoccupied. Who was this person trying to reach? The woman, or the mask? Both? She'd have to actually sit in front of her screen to find out, instead of staring out at the skyline. So as heels clicked the marble flooring, she set her mug down and circled her desk to sit. And where all her files once had been, was a completely blank screen, devoid of nothing more than seven words, in a green hue that made her think of Edward.

Oracle? She had not known the name. Was this some new hacker, a virus, or both? Thankfully Alec had no doubt isolated the program enabling this...whatever to one server and backing up her other work.

"Well. This certainly is something for a noonday date." She'd murmur to herself, before typing in a response.

"Someone is, Oracle. Who are you looking for?"

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A response almost immediately to her request, Barbara too is a multi-tasker. Having already hacked into Gotham Airlines, she already had a private jet getting prepped to fly to D.C. as well as the package with a USB containing her firmware virus; she didn’t expect the response to come up so quickly. The hacker looked down considering her answer, as she does with most of her IM chats; despite the mere fact that she couldn’t ask for Catwoman in a public space, so she had to be as vague as possible.

“I’m looking for a thief.”

That seemed mysterious enough to garner her attention and hold onto it, even for a little while. She wanted to keep her in the dark until she had more time to explain it. All she really had to do was to promise a large reward, and hopefully, that would be enough. She began the hack into her bank account, and started a wire transfer from one. Not from her account, mind you, but when the mafia has a practice in working with unmarked bills, it sort of comes in handy when the negotiations begin. If she was interested without the promise of a reward, and only the thrill of being a thief, she may just wire the money to her own bank account, now that she was in the Mob Bank’s systems. Might as well.

Then a notification came up on the screen, a big red box with white font; it seemed to be a hack alert. The Batcomputer was built by hands of Bruce himself, he had it virtually impossible to hack, but there it was. She was trying to counter hack her, that or someone she knows is at least trying to locate her.

Oracle set up precautionary firefighting, less they send a glitch to hose her network. She brought up a virgin system, a practically unused OS that she developed for Bruce that was never touched because there was generally no need for it, mainly because it was a Venus Flytrap: a dedicated server that would act as a firewall machine, the typical firewall is an inexpensive micro-based Unix box kept clean of critical data, with a bunch of modems and public network ports on it but just one carefully watched connection back to the rest of the cluster. Wherever the counter-hack went, it would take him to an endless amount of adult entertainment websites.

That’d be an embarrassing thing to see if anyone were to pass by.

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

She had to laugh. While there were many ways to get in contact with Catwoman, this had to be one of the more creative ones. And annoynmous! How delicous it was to be sought out on a computer, without knowing who it was.

It was one of the exact reasons she had two phone numbers. One for 'Selina Kyle' and for her legitimate business, and one for 'Catwoman' because you couldn't just give Harvey Dent your regular mobile number. So when she was used to getting secret messages for a gig here and there, or even a poorly done 'gotcha' set up, this was new territory.

And she loved it.

So when those green words popped up on her screen, she paused a moment, revisiting her coffee to think how to respond. If someone was putting this much work in, it was probably legitimate. And it was known Catwoman could get into places that most people could not. And thanks to Alec, he had been able to set it up, that while she was at her nine to five, if anything did come in for 'the cat,' she'd get it.

He honestly deserved every penny she paid him. And the security aspect was an added bonus, if it was for show most of the time. But he was still a good confidant, and kept up on what was floating around in the cyberpshere. It is what she paid him to do.

So while she was typing in a response, she heard a soft, yet resounding knock on her partially cracked office door. "C'mon in. What did you find?" Was directed to Alec, as the lanky blonde man strode in with a laptop, grin on his face.

"What sort of thief, if I can ask?" It was a rather bland retort, but one did have to be semi-cautious in these sort of interactions.

"Look at this. Seems they are trying very hard to make sure no one is able to find them." Setting the laptop on her desk, it was a vivid, blinking motion picture of pornographic images and pop-ups advertising any and everything.

She laughed, shaking her head. It did seem this was a professional, and someone with a sense of humor at that. "Well, if you can get something through to them, I may need you to send a message. You can do that?"

He nodded, collecting the computer and ambling over to the plush chairs set around a coffee table to the right of her desk. He'd work from there while she awaited her next response.

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The redhead smirked to herself as the response came back, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that someone could hack into her account, but Barbara wasn’t aware that Catwoman would be that tech savvy. She knew she had to get better; it had only been a year and a half since she had begun her crusade as Oracle, and while a pensive moment of realization, that she wasn’t as great as she thought she was. There was still a huge field to bypass if anyone wanted to hack into the Batcomputer, you had to be Brainiac if you wanted to do that; so for the most part, she was comfortable with not being discovered. Mostly.

The hacker cracked her knuckles, began to type. She needed to get her interested; she needed to get Catwoman to agree. “The kind of thief that’s happy with a cut of the profits.” It was best to be vague and to the point, even if she wasn’t actually stealing anything worth of value, “I’ve got one million being wired to you if you accept. Another two when you finish the job. How much will it cost for you not to ask too many questions?”

Feeling that the hook was already set in, she downloaded her algorithm and placed a pop-up file on Selina’s computer. “Click that to accept.” She wrote, “You’ll need to upload the file into a flashdrive, make sure it’s clear though, it’ll corrupt all the data with it.” Already ordering the private jet, she prepped it with Wi-fi for mission detail discussion, and other finer things in life. Barbara felt that she treated her agents better than she did herself, when it came to sending them on missions. Caviar, champagne, classical music, the only thing she needed now was a bubble bath and Grisham novel, and she’d be set.

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Alec always sought to amuse her. And with her brand of humor, he was always glad to oblige. Working for a thief did have it's boons now and again. And the paycheck was a definite perk.

Once it was confirmed with her IT man that the small, short, and brief 'Meow.' response had been sent to this 'Oracle,' it would be an easy way to confirm who this hacker was looking for. And depending on their response, if she would take the work, or not. An employer with a sense of humor just spoke to Selina. And of course, Catwoman.

Raising a brow as the offer finally rolled in on her screen, she was slightly taken aback. This was a serious offer. And the other side was more than willing to compensate her handsomely. Reaching for her coffee as she mulled over her mental list of 'wants' at the moment, she quickly responded with a different string of numbers-an offshore account.

"This account works better. And feel free to use it again if you'd like me to help you out once more."

Was her quickly typed response. As for what she would need to not ask too many questions? That was a given in her line of work. Set an impressive offer on the table to start with, and it wasn't even a question. This employer was new at that game, and clearly hadn't dealt with Catwoman before.

Clicking to accept the transfer, she easily fished a drive from her desk drawer, a second one in front of her if need be.

"I'll only ask mission-sensitive questions. And if you could get a pair of those new Cartier rose cut emerald earrings, I'll be more than willing to accept the job."

When the data was downloaded, she noted there would be a jet. And of course, she was hoping there would be staff aboard that was more than willing to be kept quiet. Inserting the second drive to copy the data to it as well, she wiggled a few fingers in Alec's direction.

"I'll be out of town for a few days. So if you can tell Allie I'll need whatever meetings rescheduled, I'd appreciate it. Use my second line, I'll have my phone with me, and let me know if you can pull anything from this." She motioned to her computer as she gathered both drives, as well as her tablet and keys. Slipping the drive into her tablet, she was quick to scan over a few things before unceremoniously dumping the rest into her handbag.

"I'll keep you updated, Alec. Thank you again."

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Oh thank God, when the “Meow” came through, it was just the assurance she needed. Barbara was only half sure that she was even at the computer right now, rather than a very vivid dream sequence she was experiencing. When the money was wired, a ping alerted her and it was truly time to get to work. Already having the jet stocked with entertainment and other amenities, Barbara now had to prep it to be mission-ready. The hacker had a server with a laptop containing sensitive data sent to the plane with several other servers to accommodate for anything else she will need. The only thing she really needed it to have though was a microphone and wi-fi. She could personally fill her in once she was on her way to the Nation’s Capital.

“Gotham Airways, your flight is Aerie One. See you there.” Oracle typed in before logging off.

She took a deep sigh, and rolled back just a bit to look at what was in store for her, hundreds upon thousands of lines of coding and schematics had been spread across the batcomputer’s enormous monitors. Already she had everything implanted in her photographic memory banks, but it just felt good to know what she was up against. So consumed in her work she didn’t even realize the man standing behind her, nor what he had said. “I said: would you care for a latte, Ms. Gordon.”

Snapping awake she looked down at the steaming teacup with the frothy snow cap of the aforementioned latte, “Oh, I’m sorry Alfred. I didn’t notice you.” She apologized before taking the cup and plate off of the silver tray. “It seems as if you insist on keeping yourself busy.” The butler observed. “Yeah, I’m just… working.” Barbara said in a curt way, unsure if she could go into detail with him about the inner workings of the vigilante lifestyle. He didn’t seem to mind all that much anyway. “So, where’s Bruce?” She asked in an attempt to make idol conversation.

“Oh, probably out gallivanting in his pajamas as usual. That or he’s dead. He’s always laconic in describing his activities.”
“I doubt he’ll forget to inform you if he intended on dying.”
“I doubt he’ll forget to inform me if he did. Are you going to take a break? Or will you follow the way of Master Wayne?”
“I’m forging my own path Alfred.”
“Very well, I’ll bring down the pot.”
“Thanks, Jeeves.”

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

There was a marked pep in her step as she made her way down to the elevator, then slid effortlessly into the car waiting to take her home. Perusing the documents, she was easily able to download the ticket in her name. It was also noted that she would be receiving one at the gate, which was at Gotham Airways. The manner of flight was a beautiful craft, one she had seen very few in make and model. Whomever was wanting her to do this 'mission,' was quite dead serious about the goal.

It was a damn good thing they were sourcing the best person to do the job. Once out of the vehicle, she smiled and gave a brief nod to the doorman, and was en-route up to her own place. There she greeted Jasper, made a note to have her assistant feed Jasper, and into her own bedroom in a timely manner. Shedding her heels and skirt first she bent to remove a bag from beneath her bed. Smiling fondly at the finely worn leather, she gently set it on the bed, a finger caressing it's soft leather.

And then the items were placed inside. A clean laptop, cellphone, and her tablet. A few toiletries, and then she paused. It was a light switch flipped and she walked into the expansive closet, picking out a travelling outfit of a deep plum wrapdress. Shedding her blouse the dress was slipped into. Boots were chosen, and zipped into. Then, behind a hidden door, she was able to step into her own 'cave' of sorts. One of a certain status would consider it a panic room. To her it was her den, her hidden livelihood. Among her tools of the trade were her different masks. Guises of leather, two colors, always. And for this trip, she'd pick her standard black leather suit. It was reinforced calfskin which allowed for the most mobility, enforced in certain places by a finely woven Kevlar. Nothing as impervious as Batman wore, considering she shied away from contact as much as she could. She'd rather avoid the situational consequences of being near a bullet, or a knife, than face one. And her primary goal was theft. So why all the armour in the first place?

Tucking her catsuit over her arm, the cowl, gloves, and satchel joined it. Her equipped belt was also included, as well as an assortment of other gear she utilized during her prowls. Tucking each item into the bag was effortless, and had a certain patina to it. Gingerly she fished her earpiece out, and gave it a once over, before replacing it and tossing a backup into her bag. Several delicates were tucked in beneath the leather, as well as something to wear at night.

Gathering a cashmere sweater she was nearly prepared, before returning back to her room, and plucking from a drawer a slender knife she was able to open with a flick of her wrist. It was a fine gunmetal hue, the blade unwavering and sharp. It was hugely illegal, but considering where she was headed, which she had little clue, a bit of an edge would never hurt.

Her boots were already on, and it was no task to slip the knife into it's holster. A few other odds and ends, as well as her passport were tucked into a smaller purse along with her cellphone. It wasn't like she wouldn't be able to have a bit of fun on this trip as well. The bag was zipped, and over her shoulder in moments as she paused where Jasper lay coiled, eyes sleepily regarding her actions. Tender words were murmured to him before a kiss was laid to his forehead, and she was off, the car still waiting for her.

"Gotham Airways, please." Came her polite request as she slipped on her sunglasses.

And in no time, she was on the tarmack, Aerie in all her glory before her as she prepared to board.

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Aerie One, it was large, a true achievement of mankind; one could wonder how such a large machine was capable of flight. Oracle was still in the process of outfitting it to suit all of her needs, but she would eventually need something smaller that could land atop buildings and be undetected, respectively, possibly a helicopter. That was neither here nor there. In the hanger that was for Wayne Employee’s only, outfitted with not only the massive plane, but it seemed to double as an office where workers would constantly update and work on the specifications Oracle would send them. Though the presence of Selina took no one by surprise, they invited her onto the veritable ship.

“Ms. Kyle.” The large man in a suit who stood by the door greeted her. He had short brown hair and peculiar red eyes. “My name is Hank Hall, I’ll be your pilot today.” He said almost begrudgingly, despite the smile on his face. “I’m sure our mutual friend has informed you of our mission?” He asked as another woman with snow white hair, in a similar suit came up from behind Selina, carrying a briefcase. “Oh, and uhh, my co-pilot.” Hank said pointing at the smaller woman as she stood at bay. “Granger. Dawn Granger. At your service.” She slightly bowed her head to the thief.

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Inwardly she raised a brow at the recognition of her, even behind large sunglasses. She was a staple of Gotham's social scene, so of course she would be noticed. If her identity was compromised in any way, whomever this person was that was hiring her, or setting her up rather precociously would pay. Handsomely and also in blood. But as it was, she seemed to be in good hands as the well dressed man met her with a smile. And those eyes. Not that she'd comment on it. She'd been in company of much more peculiar things on weeknights. It'd be rude to make a quip at his eyecolor. But she did file away that identifying tidbit and name for later.

"Mr. Hall. Thank you for your time today. And yes, our mutual friend has given me few specifics. I wasn't expecting my face to be so recognizable," she said with a wicked grin. If they knew who she was, they certainly knew who she was going to be, as well.

Setting her duffle down on one of the luxurious seats, she turned to the co-pilot, who had a gorgeous head of snow-white hair. Another trait. This wasn't some sort of fancy dye job either. It was true, honest to goodness hair. "Ms. Granger." She nodded to the woman in kind.

"So, is there anything specific I need to do on this route? Do we have an ETA for time in the air?" ...moreso so she could figure out if she had time for a nap, or needed to prep for her mission. The money had already been safely secured in the offshore account, so she was ready to roll on the next steps, whatever they be.

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"Sorry, you're not that recognizable, Ms. Kyle. I was just given a name and a description. You're easy to spot though, wearing what you are." Hank admitted, never before having seen her, nor hanging around the dark and dank city of Gotham. He turned his back to her and walked into the plane. "To be honest, we're only heading back to D.C. and Oracle asked us if we could help her bring you out. We'll help you on your mission however we can, but we're not flying the Aerie One back to Gotham. Oracle has another agent who's going to do that for us." Dawn explained walking, in. "ETA should be only a few hours. We'll help you how we can while you're on our turf." Hank said pulling out a brief case, "Get the door, will ya, Dawn?" The white haired woman nodded after inviting Selina into the ship and closed the door. The workers outside opened the doors to the hanger; and the large man handed the brief case to Dawn, "I'm going to go start us up. Your brief her." Hank ordered and walked into the cockpit. 

Dawn brought Selina to her seat, offering it to her, which had an open bottle and a glass. "Whenever you're ready." She smiled.

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

Oracle? Now that was a name she hadn't heard of. Surprisingly as well, these people, who were quite professional, seemed to trust her to the point she was not going to be frisked. It probably didn't matter either that she was recording certain words. She liked to know who she was dealing with, one way or another after the money changed hands. There was a certain feeling that what went on, was never commented on, and to even point that out would be blase.

Nodding, she followed the two, filing away the information for now. D.C? Now that was interesting. Not even bothering to restrain the smile on her lips, she did a few of her own calculations. They were taking a rather direct route, which was nice. She'd be able to brief, and prep. No nap, but that wasn't too bad of a concession.

"I appreciate it, Mr. Hall." Turning to follow the woman, Selina dutifully took the chair offered, her duffle settled at her feet. Considering the luxe surroundings, she was not surprised to see the bottle and glass awaiting her. Oracle certainly kept up their end of the bargain.

"I'm ready when you are, Ms. Granger." From her purse she'd slipped her clean tablet, as well as the flashdrive. A standard pen and paper were also at her wrist to utilize.

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The sound of the jet engines began roaring, as Dawn took a seat across from the tall black haired woman and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Here," she said opening the brief case in front of her, which a displayed a screen that folded with the hinges, "this will explain your entire mission."

The screen came to life, and the green logo of said "ORACLE" came onscreen. Her voice began to raise as did the plane's elevation. A man in a suit and bow tie walked up with a silver plate of crackers, cream, and a special type of caviar; made from a rare albino fish eggs it's laced with 22-carat gold, it was called Iranian caviar from Almas. The butler placed it between the ladies. "Thank you, William." Dawn smiled as he nodded and walked off.

"This is an espionage mission. If you are caught chances are high that you will be detained and tortured for information. Any affiliation with me will be denied, and outside help should you be captured will be denied; it will result in a failure to complete the mission, and all my resources will pull out. The facility in question is a government office that's highly secured and guarded. The DEO, or the Department of Extranormal Operations." A photograph popped up to display the building, along with blue prints, schematics, and key points of entry.

"This mission will be called Operation Virtuous Protocol. You will be burglarizing the DEO of one of it's most imperative components; the Blacklist. It's a list of every single metahuman and possible metahuman in the country, and several others around the world. The mainframe with this data is contained deep underground and can only be accessed manually. The flash drive you have contains a virus that will allow me access to the their mainframe. After I'm done you don't need to take it out, I'll shut it down from there, but it needs to be in there while I work, so it needs to be protected for a short while. We have an escape route planned out for you when I'm finished. You'll aide me in possibly saving the lives of thousands, if not more. Good luck, Godspeed."

With that the transmission cut out, and Dawn closed the brief case. "If there's any questions you have, I'm here to answer them before I join Mr. Hall in the cockpit."

[Selina Kyle - Catwoman]

As the briefcase was popped open before her, she was shocked it was not locked or secured in any manner other than the factory closure. Interesting. But the computer was built into the briefcase, which had to be custom. And so far, everything had been more than met the eye. In this circumstance.

Training her eyes on the aforementioned screen, she gave a brief nod to the man who served them both. And she could tell from the plate, down to what was on it, that this was fantastic service. Pressing two fingers to her lips as she both listened, and watched the schematics pop up, she couldn't hide the smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Espionage. Danger. Infiltration. She did let out a slight laugh at the term 'burglarizing,' her eyes lighting up gleefully as she quietly murmured "Procurement, infiltration," as alternate words to use instead. Burglarizing was just such a blunt word. No finesse. No fun.

Raising her brow at the mention of protection, her brown knit together. She got in, and got out. Contact was highly not on her list of 'fun things' to do when pulling off this sort of heist. Sitting back in her chair when the transmission ended, Selina did have several questions for Dawn.

"Well. That was quite informative." Even the green emblem of 'Oracle' was interesting. A new character she had not been aware of on the scene. And while she dealt with the likes of the Riddler and Joker, this Oracle...well, she couldn't exactly pinpoint which side of the law they were on. Hiring out this sort of work was usually done in the name of 'good,' especially considering Batman usually just pummeled people into submission. Her own work was a bit more, well, delicate.

"I do have a few questions. Am I able to get hard copies of this location? Blueprints, point of entry. Schedules of patrol staff, camera locations. And when exactly is this going to roll out? We land, and it's a go, or will I have any more time to cobble things together?" Because if she only had the in-flight time to pull this together, they may have a potential problem.

Reaching to fill her glass and take a sip, Selina hoped there were not only answers, but resources as well. She couldn't allow to waste any time on this, considering the time allotment.

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Dawn set the briefcase down and pushed it underneath her seat, which it promptly made a few sparks; the fair skinned woman paid no attention to it, and instead adjusted herself in the seat. “Oracle is currently recovering data that she uh, lost… so any information on the blueprints will be provided after we land.” She shifted as if she was a little uncomfortable in her skin, but nevertheless, kept eye contact with the thief.

“I believe you have all the time you need, once you’re in the building the mission will commence, and you will have mere minutes to complete it. Hank and I can assist you any way we can when we land though; it’s our own base of operations, so we know D.C. the best, and on top of that you’ll receive whatever gear you need to complete your task. This includes remote hacking devices, any essential defensive or offensive gadgets, and of course a com link to either of us or Oracle herself, who has access to the building’s infrastructure.”

The butler with the white hair and the thick handlebar mustache came back with another silver platter, lifting the cover revealed a pair of golden ear rings atop a velvet red handkerchief. “Thank you, Mr. Wintergreen.” Dawn thanked as he set the platter down before the two on the table.

“These are your receivers and speaker. They’ve been tuned to Oracle’s frequency. All you have to do is put them on and start talking; it’s always on and thankfully, Oracle is always working.”