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After several hours of nurses and doctors checking at Barbara's condition, they determined that she was in no immediate danger. They did determine that Barbara Gordon was suffering from traumatic stress.

Babs found herself admitted to a room shared by three other patients, separated from them only by a curtain. Alone with only an IV and a heart monitor to keep her company, images of the Joker began to flood her conscious mind.

Unable to distract herself with anything, everything that the Clown Prince of Crime did to her personally hit her fully. Everything the man took from her.... her legs... her digity...

All those ugly memories brought back made Barbara Gordon begin to cry.

Babs was trying to stop herself from bawling, but it was only getting worse. Tears blurred her vision, and her nose stuffed up. She just wanted to run away and couldn't, "Why did this happen to me? That son of a .... I hate that clown! I hate him! I wish he were dead!!"

Barbara's sobbing could be heard in the hallway...

Barbara heard someone speak to her with a soft voice. Immediately tried to straighten herself up, then figured what was the use. When the redhead looked out her door, the brunette wearing a red outfit wasn't what she was expecting.

Still sniffling, "Just everything in my life catching up with me. Feeling powerless about it all..."

Babs was trying why had not to go sobbing again. Someone was there.

Tears still threatened to roll down Babs' cheek, "I think... a coffee sounds good, and ... I could really use the company."

Even though Barbara's voice was almost faltering, she just managed to give Wanda a faint smile.

Barbara gave Wanda a warm smile, "Thank you, coffee sounds great. Mine with two sugars, please. And... My name's Barbara. You can call be Babs, okay?"

"Thank you, Wanda," Barbara began and sipped some of her coffee. Babs free hand clasps Wanda's and then looked at Scarlet Witch with tear rimmed eyes, "I... I think I about to break down..."

Oracle took a moment to steady herself, "I just recently ran into the man who's responsible for me being a paraplegic... I thought I was stronger, but when I saw him a few hours ago -- I was frozen in fear."

Babs looked down to her lap.

Oracle looked up at Wanda's face and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, "Wow, that sounds like a plot twist that M. Night Shyamalan would use. I'm not sure how I'd deal with that. I can empathize, my parents were killed, when I was very little. My uncle raised me, but he's more like my dad. I even call him 'Dad'.

"What's sad, in my recent case, is that I was hurt by the Joker in order to get to my Dad...," Babs looked up at the ceiling for a moment, then turning her attention back to Wanda, "You see... That day I was over at my Dad's waiting on a friend of mine. When I heard a knock on the door, I opened it expecting to see my friend. Instead, I see the Joker standing there wearing a hawaiian shirt pointing a gun at me. He shot me in the stomach. The bullet damaged my spine. As I lay there bleeding, the Joker has his thugs carry of my Dad," Barbara paused a moment to compose herself while tears began to stream down her face.

"Then that maniac stripped me and took... pictures for his collection. And... He... He...," Barbara's voice cracked, "He violated me."

Barbara half snickered, "Agreed. Aren't we a pair. We're sort of folling apart together, aren't we?" The redhead's tears still streamed down her cheeks.