Chapter Text
Getting Out of Town
“B, come on, it was just a little gas.”
“Babs, I know you hate this but Tim can take over on computers and if there's a real emergency, one of us can patch you in.” Dick tried to sooth the redhead as Bruce stood in the corner of the hospital room. The very public attack at the library meant Babs had been taken to a regular hospital as the team had had their hands full dealing with the group that had released the red gas. It didn't match anything on their files, something Tim was frantically trying to correct in the Cave, and as such, they had no way to counter it. Every victim had been given the same order. Two weeks away from Gotham's less then clean air.
“Clark offered for you to go to his parents' farm-”
“B no, they have so little Wi-Fi, cells are spotty, even with our improvements and they refused the upgrades, remember. No farm.” Barbara pleaded. She did like the couple but two weeks on the 'farm level tech' would kill her faster then the Gotham air. A tablet landed on her bed.
“Find a place you will go, you have twenty-four hours.”
Babs grabbed the tablet and quickly started searching. Ten minutes later, she had an idea. There had been abnormal readings in the Midwest on occasion but when Flash checked, he reported a tourist trap place that claimed to be haunted and that the readings were likely them trying to up business. She didn't buy it but it had dropped the location to a lower priority and later spikes were put on a back burner to be checked when someone had the chance. She hadn't checked the full reports but they'd been marked as 'checked'. A few clicks later and she found a site that offers a house exchange for vacationers. Seemed like an Air BnB but both directions. She offered one of the mid level safe houses based on the info and rooms in the pictures. Nicer area but rarely used unless they had a victim to talk to where the Cave or police station was too intimidating.
“There, happy. A nice town in Illinois, no city smog and but still has its own internet.”
“Fine.” Bruce walked out as Dick patted her arm. “Keep that O2 in until you leave.” Bruce's voice called out and Dick snickered as her hand froze over the mask.
“Nice try Babs.”
DC/DP
“Danny, come on, it's not that bad.”
“Jazz, I know you hate this but until I can figure out who that guy was, you're not safe here.”
“Besides, I totally hooked you up. This will get you a sweet vacation. It's perfect.” Tucker went on about how the site worked as the yelling downstairs started up again. She really didn't want to leave Danny but he'd been firm and threatened to tell their parents a boy was stalking her, without mentioning it was a ghost. She was tempted to suggest they all go when something caught her eye.
“Tucker, that's not our kitchen.”
“Jazz, that room's a hazard after yesterday's,” Danny shivered and the memories of the attempted dinner made her wince too. “A photo of that would bring in the FBI at least, if not the Justice League.”
Jazz was about to ask if that was a bad thing as Danny could use the help.
“No Jazz. I don't want a possessed Superman here.”
“I hate that you're getting good at that.” Jazz huffed before grabbing the PDA from the tech geek, ignoring his complaint, and began searching the 'offered' houses. Nothing was close enough for her to drive back from but a new listing popped up and she hummed. Gotham City. Nice apartment, elevator, fully stocked kitchen, and walking distance to the local library. It also wasn't too far from Gotham U and she could ask for applications for remote classes for the spring semester. She was halfway through a gap year, mostly staying for Danny but it wouldn't hurt to put out feelers at a place that had turned out people like Dr. Harleen Quinzel (her current mental state notwithstanding). If Danny knew where she was heading, he'd change his mind. She clicked confirm with a huff and e-mailed herself the info before deleting the app 'by accident' before shoving it at Tucker. “There. A coastal college city but I swear if I get word that you get in any trouble I will be right back here in a flash.”
“Deal. Thanks Jazz.” Danny gave her a hug when a wisp of cold air escaped his mouth and he transformed, heading for the window. “And you better not date anymore ghosts.”
Tucker snickered as he looked at his PDA, turning it to face her again, the confirmation showing on the screen. “Nice try, Jazz.”