Eye from the Skies

So its offically Snowing. I know I've notice before but after Thanksgiving and whatnot? It makes me wanna get a Harp. (Yes I play, don't laugh) Why? Cause I use to do with my Father, Mother and other various Family during the holidays as well as the Piano.

Makes me smile but you know. We all wish we had our certain families also.

( [Medium Unhackable but BatClan Can See Easily] )

So maybe if I feel the need to get a Harp? I'll sing for the lot of ya. Heh. Family from over the big pond would come too. Been Back over there as well but I guess this year would of been us going to see them. Oh well.

Regardless, I need to get things ready. Christmas and other little things to hopefully come to pass.

After all the Hardships that have happened between all of us--perhaps a new day shall come sooner then we all realize.

I know it shall be for me if all goes well. I got something planned and its for the good of myself and further survival here. We all have to take risks right? Right.

But first--Where there's a will? there is always a way--and Right now? there's a Nightwing that needs tending to. Someone has to--and in the end its usually me, Right Nightwing? Talk about old times Comin' around again.

Gotta love Destined Fate.

. . .Its been almost two weeks? Maybe. I am not sure of time--oh wait. Guess it has been perhaps.
I have kept myself away from everyone. I've seen the posts, listen to the footsteps down the hall. The knocks at the door and locked it so no one can come in. Even went so far as to drape a sheet over the window to my bedroom.

(  [Middle part: Medium Level Unhackable] -Open to those who have the ability to hack through that lvl.  )

In the End. I hate this place. Hate everything in it--can't reconnect to really anyone. Maybe this place had make me sick in the head--but at least in Arkham? There's a way out and some type of social latter among the inmates then this damned place. In that place--they are still just human...

[Unknown LJ tag]So being here for awhile hasn't been as bad as I thought. Though--How things go? Murphy's law and Karma all at once. Though when others off are Training, I'm usually in my room, thinking up things to do. Guess its been awhile when I actually have to GO out on my own.

It had been raining the other day. I felt like in those movies. The Thin Red Line and all that. Or even Back to the Future. Not sure which. There was an echo of a noise but I think it was my imagenation. On Rainy Days like that and No Missions? Dinah, Helena, Zinda and I would play cards, chat or something. I miss them. I hope they are well.

People walking about the streets, or taking to the roofs. Little things that I miss. Grayson spoke about some Training with the kids. He wanted me to help. Sure, like I could so much. I'm good like a Drill Instructor. Or maybe a critic now. I can't really GO in to help. Of course Grayson tried to argue when he was injured before the First Big Crisis--coming out of acoma by Dr. Midnite. I was an instructor. Things he knew.

Computers. I'm going mad without being able to get into it. It sits there, lifeless. Like myself. Its a warzone here and I'm stuck in a chair. What good am I in this? Without Intel capabilities? I'm pretty useless. Maybe a Nurse of sorts. I dunno.

Tempted to find where the kids train and just watch them. See how they are coming along. I've been cooped up in my apartment too long. Staring to Brood like Bruce. Alfred would say 'Its not like you, Ms. Barbara.'

..He's right. It isn't. Guess its time to walk--roll out there. --Maybe someday. If possible? I can be--where the others are. Like Airel hm? In the sea with a fin, while others on land with legs. Who knows. This place is something else. I miss my damn music too. Can't even listen to that. Ugh.

After finally getting my act together somewhat, (and getting use to these PDA's--) It seems the best time to write then any this early in the morning.

I've always been having Insomnia. Well, for many years ever since The Dark Knight Era of my life. Just bled over into the now.

Now--Finding friends that many thought dead. Now you're trapped in their world and no way out. Beautiful. No energy for laptop, can't get into my HD to just tune it out. I know, a bad way to go about things but--I can't help it.

Now in my place at Sor-Pente, its empty. No one's in here but for now, I like it this way. Time to just think and unwind. One things for sure, I might need a better bed. A battle is out there. One that is suppose to include us. Well forgive me if I sound selfish, I was IN one always and was pulled away from it. A world in peril, perhaps not as bad as this but is last time I checked. A team without their leader--

I know Huntress and Lady Blackhawk will do well as they can. Canary though---god she must be the worse. And Misfit. I shouldn't think so deep but--like I can help it.

There must be a tour guide around her somewhere. I don't really want to interrupt anyone who has plans so..maybe I'll sleep until someone alerts me or something. Sounds good...for now. If I only had music to listen to, it would make it better.