Help arrives

Barbara quietly lay in bed for a long time. She didn’t bother trying to keep track of the time, there wasn’t much of a point. Occasionally, Barbara would shift her position in bed but that all the moving she’d do. Sometimes, she brought a hand back down between her legs and idly played with herself but never for very long. She didn’t know why she did this, just something to keep herself occupied.

But something very suddenly broke that silence. The shouting of Riddler from outside her room.

“No! You aren’t Batman!”

Barbara listened closer and heard more yelling and fighting as well as the occasional sound of something breaking. She tried to hear for the sound of any voice that would be familiar but couldn’t quite hear it. Soon, all the sound died down which told Barbara that someone had won.

The door began to open up and Barbara excitedly looked to it. She hoped whoever was on the other side would be a friend or an ally.