Barbara nodded, thinking back to some of John's reactions to her. "Perhaps not. I suppose it's not my business. He wants me to put in a good word, so I will." She looked at Sara, debating how to answer that, her thoughts turning to Bruce Wayne. "I think...I think there is someone who can give me advice on stuff like that, if I ever earn this person's trust enough. For now, my plan is to tell her as little as possible. I think it's safer for her that way."
She nodded at Sara's reply. "Yes, for example, the path my father has taken." She trailed her fingers on the desk. "You might think I'm foolish or don't realize what I'm really in for. And perhaps you're right. All I know, is when I was on that bus and no one helped me, when I looked around and felt so alone, it made me angry. But later that anger turned into determination. I want..." She sighed and leaned her hip against the desk. "When I saw Sam being attacked by Cobra Kai in the food court, I looked around, and once more, no one was willing to help. I stood up and I helped. I wasn't going to let someone else feel like that, not if I was able to help them. And when I did, when I helped her, my path was set."
She let out a breath. "I had an encounter recently...at night. A surprising one." She glanced at Sara, wondering if Sara knew about it, if her suspicions about Sara knowing a lot more than she let on were correct then Sara did know about it. "And I came to realize something." She lightly traced her fingers over her chest, subconsciously sketching out a bat symbol there. "It won't be enough to just randomly help people, especially women. They need to have hope, to know there is someone out there to help them. They'll need a symbol. A woman who fights for them and whose presence can bring them hope."
She shook her head. "Even before that, I'd realized my little...crusade would lead to me missing out on a lot in my life. To me being...alone and isolated, not able to tell the people in my life the full truth of who I am and what I do with my nights." She finally looked at Sara again, seeming to come out of her inner world. "I'm taking a risk, telling you. But if I am right about things, I think that my secret won't be the only one you keep." She smirked slightly. "And when I come up with a color scheme and borrow his symbol, maybe you will be able to convince him I'm doing it for the right reasons." She didn't say who she meant, if she was right, Sara already knew. "I'm leaning towards dark purple and yellow." She said with a little smile and then she took another risk. "If I'm right about you, I hope that once you decide I'm sincere and dedicated that sometimes I can talk to you, come to you for advice." She sighed. "Wow, that was presumptuous. Sorry..."
She looked from the bag to Sara and back again. She pushed off of the desk, her cheeks already warming. "What about security cameras?" She was proud of herself for not freaking out even though her hands shook as she began to remove her clothes and that blush only got worse as her body was slowly revealed to Sara. She folded her clothing as she slid it into the bag, soon standing there in only her underwear. Her eyes darted briefly to the elevator door then she slid off her bra, followed shortly by her panties, her face flaming as she placed them in the bag as well. "I hope you'll give me a clue of some kind. This is quite a large building." She sighed. "If this goes wrong, I'll be humiliated and lose my job..." Even as she said it, it was clear she was determined to do it regardless, determined to prove herself.
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