Skinny little Barbara Gordon. She grew up. She filled out.

[seriousfic]

"The COLD weight of the mouse fills my HAND, the BLACK of the monitor's POWER-SAVE mode BLEEDS away into Windows XP. No sooner have I sent DINAH out to PLAY and HELENA out to HUNT then my inbox PINGS like the click of a LANDMINE you just STEPPED on. The e-mail SAYS it's from DAD. He's not the most LITERATE when it comes to computers. It wouldn't take MUCH to COMPROMISE him. There's a PROGRAM attached to it. Do I OPEN this attachment and RISK everything?"