The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1331 Barbara

"Zizi!"

Barbara sat listlessly at her desk. It had been almost two days since she was kidnapped by the clown, and she had stayed at home during those two days thanks to that mentally ill man.

In fact, Barbara's father, Chief Gordon, intended for her to stay in the hospital indefinitely, but Barbara strongly resisted this.

Staying in the hospital for a day might be fine, but Barbara, who wasn't seriously injured, didn't want to stay in the hospital indefinitely.

There was nothing she could do in the hospital. Barbara was a well-behaved girl in the eyes of her elders, but in reality, she was a restless person. Even being kidnapped by the clown and experiencing such dangerous things did not frighten her.

Afterwards, Barbara even reflected that if she had been carrying any gadgets she had invented or collected, she would never have found herself in such a passive situation.

At least he wasn't treated like a piece of meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of others, and he almost ended up in a hopeless situation.

Barbara's expression changed at the thought of Dick; she looked apologetic, yet also a little resentful.

In fact, Dick visited her at the hospital the day after the kidnapping, and she acted as if he wasn't the one who had risked his life to save her the night before.

This is the experience Dick has accumulated over many years as a superhero; he has separated Robin and Dick into two different people, but Barbara could not do this.

Barbara felt sorry for what she had caused, and although Dick smiled and said it was nothing, there was still a lingering unease in her heart.

This created a rift between the two, a one-sided rift, or you could say that Barbara was being difficult on her own.

But seeing Dick's nonchalant attitude, Barbara felt silly for being stubborn by herself.

Barbara sat at her desk, pouting, one hand supporting her chin, the other constantly fiddling with her hair.

On the surface, she appears to be completing her schoolwork, but in reality, she is monitoring the Gotham Police Department's communications channels.

Well, for Barbara, monitoring the police station's communications channels was a very simple matter. Besides being very smart herself, her father's position as the police chief also helped a lot.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Gordon helped her wiretap her police station; he was unaware of it. Barbara simply used her position as the daughter of the police chief to make her wiretapping plan easier to carry out.

As usual, Barbara did her homework tonight using the police station's communications channel as background noise.

Generally speaking, no one chats on the police station's communication channels. Only when there is a need to respond to an emergency will people chat for a few minutes while giving instructions.

Barbara's purpose in listening wasn't for a few casual conversations, but to use the channel to find out what was happening in Gotham City that day and to know about her father's safety.

Sometimes it's just petty theft, and other times it's a supercrime that requires Batman and Robin to step in.

However, the Gotham Police Department's communications channels were unexpectedly quiet tonight, with only occasional reports of petty theft. Barbara speculated that this might be due to the Winter Soldier who killed the Joker.

The emergence of this disruptor has made supervillains around the world behave much better.

"Zizi!"

"The signal seems to be not very good tonight."

Barbara noticed something was wrong. She fiddled with her hair, thinking nothing more would happen tonight, and prepared to turn off the "radio" and go to bed. But just then... "Buzz!"

"Ok?"

Barbara shuddered. She seemed to have touched something. Instead of turning off the radio, she opened her notebook and started writing and drawing on it.

After about ten minutes, Barbara confirmed that there would be no more new content on the radio before she began to decipher it.

"really."

Barbara looked at the contents of the paper. There were two paragraphs. The first paragraph was an SOS, indicating that someone was calling for help. Moreover, it wasn't using the internationally recognized Morse code, but a secret code she had invented when she was bored at school.

Barbara invented this thing herself, and only she and Dick knew about it. Because it was essentially part of her dark history, she never told a third person; only the two of them knew about it.

So the person asking for help could only be Dick. As for the second part of the message, it contained coordinates. She had just searched for them and found that the coordinates were in Gotham City, and even underground.

Barbara clicked her tongue in surprise. All the information she was presented with conveyed one thing: danger.

Why didn't Dick ask Batman for help, but instead asked himself for help?

It's important to know that only Barbara and Dick knew this code, and the latter also knew that the former was listening to the Gotham Police Department's channels.

So at this point, Dick could only be asking her for help, and she was his last lifeline.

It's important to understand that Barbara doesn't monitor the police department's communications channels all the time, so Dick's plea for help was no different from buying a lottery ticket and gambling on luck.

Unless she was truly desperate, Barbara couldn't think of any other possibilities.

Barbara glanced at the wound the clown had poked at her earlier, hesitated for a moment, then got up, put on her clothes, and started packing her backpack.

Barbara only left the house with her backpack full after it was completely packed.

"Artemis? Great, you're still awake. Listen, I need your help..."

Barbara started calling a friend she had recently made, a transfer student, and for some reason, the two got along very well.

"Well, I'm going to go out for some fresh air later. You know, some bad things have happened recently, which has kept me cooped up at home for a long time. My dad just won't let me go out, not even to school."

“I’m going to go crazy sooner or later if this keeps up, so I need you to tell me a little lie. If my dad calls you, just say I’m with you. Don’t worry, I’m only going out for two hours.”

"He won't be home for the next two hours, just in case. I'll thank you, love you, darling!"

After Barbara finished speaking, she hung up the phone, then stuck the note she had written on the refrigerator, and quickly put on her shoes and left the house.

Barbara hopped on her new bicycle and rode toward the coordinates. She didn't know what had happened to Dick, but she figured she'd better hurry.

"You must thank me properly afterward, Dick Grayson."

(End of this chapter)