Black Canary’s driving, speeding down the street, when she hears Oracle in her ear.
Black Canary: I’m thirty minutes’ driving from you. Can you hold?
Barbara’s head is turned down, eyes closed, but she looks determined.
Oracle: I can hold.
Black Canary: I just realised I don’t even know what you look like.
Oracle: Well, I’m not exactly at my best right now.
Oracle looks up at the monitors with a faint smile.
Oracle: But you should see the other guy.
Black Canary: Attagirl. Canary out.