A/N: A/N: Written for femslash100's drabbletag for the prompt "communication". Had some trouble and ended up deleting the first time I tried to post. Fingers crossed all goes well this time!
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/– there? Dinah?/
Dinah hisses in the dark, writhing over jagged ground and something wet that she can't– doesn't want to– identify. Head spinning, she latches onto the sound of her name like a lifeline. There are more words, too, soothing that voice over her like a balm, but she can't piece them together.
"Oracle," she rasps, not even sure she's transmitting. "Babs."
/– ere you are, Dinah. We're coming to get you. I'm here, sweetheart, and we're coming to get you. Hold tight./
Dinah curls her fingers as though getting a grip on Barbara's voice and holds on for dear life.