Barbara Gordon was working hard at her computers, her eyes darting from screen to screen, as she collected information, organized them, studied them, deduced what to do next.
"Oracle."
She turned at the sound of the booming voice, and Barbara's eyes went wide as she stared at the figure towering in front of her, the bronzed mountain of muscle -- looking like a Greek statue of Hercules or some other powerful demigod. Except this one was clearly a woman. Yes, a woman.
Barbara's nostrils flared as she sensed the musk coming from Wonder Woman. The intense, intoxicating musk.
"Oracle, I have need of her genius. You will be my tactical field commander, my brilliant second-in-command. Yes, such genius is needed in the coming war."
"War? Diana, is that you? What are you--"
"My Lasso of Strength will make you strong! Strong enough for you to walk again! To fight!"
The lasso wrapped around Barbara's arm, filling her with new energy and power.
* * *
"Hey, who the screw are you?" Harley said.
Circe smirked at the psychopathic girl.
"You will make a fine berserker, the first of my Furies." Her lasso wrapped around Harley's arm.
"Whoa, lady!"
"And I will show you how to take the men who have sought to dominate you, and grind their will underneath your heel."
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