"-no reports on the identities of the women who intervened that night, though we are told that they call themselves the Birds of Prey, which happens to be the name of a comic book team of heroes. No comment yet from-"
"Seriously, Amber, you named us after an existing comic team?" Brittany, stretched out on the couch in front of the television, which was playing the news report just a little more loudly than needed, looked over at her friend. Amber was slouched in her computer chair, grinning.
"Hey, I needed something fast...and it does fit us." She checked that device of hers again, despite the computer being just across the room, and nodded. "No changing it now, anyway. Hits on 'birds of prey' searches involving 'heroes' and 'real life' have gone through the roof. We've even got a fan site already." She held it up, but Brittany didn't bother to look, only rolling her eyes.
They all sat in companionable silence for a while as the reporter continued to talk about how the Blue Lantern had apparently disabled some strange machinery all around the globe. Diana, leaning back in the worn armchair, indicated the screen. "She isn't coming back, is she?"
Amber shook her head. "She already told me this morning, she doesn't intend to stick around. She feels she's needed elsewhere, and she's probably right. She promised me that she would come by and visit often, though."
"Sounds good to me," Brittany said.
A sudden beeping from the computer caught their attention, and Amber pushed off the floor and rolled her chair over to have a look. Brittany and Diana twisted around from their positions to watch as Amber inserted an earpiece into her ear as she ran through a couple of screens before turning to face them. "Police alert; some nutcase calling himself Barbarian, of all things, is tearing up City Hall. Big guy, wearing some kind of caveman outfit..." she paused, listening. "He's got a sword-"
She cut off as she realized that the other two were no longer in their previous positions, and she looked around. "Nuh-uh. No way," she snapped, seeing Diana strapping on her armor and Brittany, already stripped down to her underclothes, slipping into her own costume. "You two are not going anywhere; not in your conditions. Brit, you had a concussion-"
"Bad guy needs stopping. We've got the power to do it." Brittany zipped up her suit with a tone of finality.
Diana slung her shield on her back. "Can you give us directions, Oracle?"
Amber hesitated, looking for some kind of argument, but realized that there was no convincing them. She sighed, her head dropping in defeat, then sat up again and turned to her computer. "We're going to have to work on putting together some kind of regular transportation for you two. Maybe a motorcycle..." She pulled up a satellite image on one screen, zooming in, and brought up the most recent traffic reports on another. "Washington Avenue is blocked, so you'll need to take a detour. I'll direct you once you get there."
Diana settled her helmet on her head, over her earpiece, and Brittany pulled up her hood. "We will make all haste," the amazon said.
Brittany grinned. "Let's introduce the world to Amazon and Black Arrow."