<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Babs05.jpg) </div><strong>Name: Barbara Gordon<br/>Location: Gothcorp, one of the lower levels<br/>Tagging: Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>It was going to be nothing more than another day at the part time job for her. She needed cash, and she didn’t want to rely on her father anymore for that sort of thing. He was such a good man, she felt bad ‘taking advantage’ of him. Even if he didn’t mind, he loved having her living at home with him. But for her.. she felt confined sometimes.<br/><br/>She had to be free… to soar.<br/><br/>There is literally no one she loved more than her father, and she wanted to do everything she could to help him. No, he didn’t need her help (financially),  but she felt the need to pitch in. She had quit her previous part time job, working at one of the libraries not far from her house. A small lull of time, and she had found another part time gig. It wasn’t glamorous, it was just data entry for a big corporation. But it was important, and it paid well. But one of the important things, she was working with good people.<br/><br/>And now… they’re being held hostage.<br/><br/>Wait.. what?<br/><br/>The event was a big gala, a celebration of the greatness of GothCorp, a humanitarian award. But this particular gal knew what it was, it was really more of a publicity stunt. A way to show the world that this mega corporation was all about the humanity. From what she could gather, there were going to be a whole litter of bigwigs here for the event. Even Mr. Boyle (whom she had never even met, given she’s just a data entry chick) would be in attendance. But before we get more into it, perhaps a small introduction would be in order.<br/><br/>Her name is Barbara Gordon, and she’s the daughter of Gotham Police commissioner Jim Gordon. Like her father, she is strong willed and very intelligent. Though some have observed she’s actually a bit more intelligent than her father, but never saying such things in his company. She is 18 now, and more and more she’s been striking out on her own. Trying to make her life her own. She got a good job on her own, and she intends to get into the police academy on her own. Sure, she knows 95% of Gotham’s detectives and many of the police force itself and she’s the daughter of the commissioner.. but she wants to do it on her own. It isn’t something she’s brought up in any serious sense to her father yet, she has a feeling she knows what his reaction would be. Somewhere in the realm of… hell no. Nada. No go. Red light means stop. Something like that. But she knows she can handle herself. Being the only daughter of the police commissioner has meant she’s had access to training that most others wouldn’t. Including how to defend one’s self. She’s fairly sure should could take on any number of criminals in a one on one situation. As stated, she’s very intelligent, very clever. So yes, she would probably make a good cop. But beyond all of that… she’s still daddy’s little girl. So where do we go from there?<br/><br/>Her long red hair is tied back into a ponytail as she stands amongst the hostages taken by Mr. Freeze’s men. Not the ones who are up on the main stage (as it were), but a group being held in reserve. There aren’t many of them, mostly not real important in the big scheme of things. Hell, Barbara was only here because one of her friends asked her to accompany her to this little event. If only her friend would have someone to talk to amongst the corporate giants. She’s wearing a very nice dark blue dress, one that subtly shows off her very attractive figure. She’s slipped her heels off by now, and carry them by their straps in one of her hands as she watches the guards. The armed men who are here to keep an eye on them, until who knows what. She hadn’t gotten a really good look at the person responsible for all this, only a glimpse. He almost looked like he was in some kind of armor. How weird is that? Most of the hostages by now have sat down and are trying to relax, trying not to break down. While it had been assured that no harm would come to them so long as things went well for the hostage takers.. well when you’re being guarded by someone with a very nasty looking gun.. how do you keep yourself together?<br/><br/>For Barbara, it wasn’t actually that difficult. She’s had lessons for things like this from various people in the law enforcement field. And the first thing she does is observe, take in as much as she can. And then.. don’t make yourself a target. Go along with whatever the armed people say, if only to keep yourself and those around you safe. And that’s what Barbara has been doing.. she’s kept her mouth shut, almost melted into the group. Stayed as anonymous as she could. She paces just slightly as she stands amongst the hostages, her now brown eyes (she wears contacts and all) continuously scanning for anything that might be of use.<br/><br/>And one thing she’s observed… the people who have taken them all hostage… well when she thinks of a criminal, these people just don’t seem the part. The way they are treating the hostages, the way they move, how anxious they seem, how they hold their guns. None of it made sense to Barbara. And yes, she’s fairly sure she could wallop on at least 1 of them before another could act. But what would that mean for the people around her? For her friends?   “Just stay calm, Lizza.”  She says softly to her friend, who looks like she’s been on the verge of a breakdown for  few minutes. Barbara speaks softly, but she continues to watch their guards.    “We’ll get out of this. Powergirl will probably come on through that wall and rescue us. Or even the cops.”  She says with a confident tone and a soft smile.<br/>