Oracle blinked.

The last few weeks had been a blur of eating, funnel sucking, and minimal computer work.

However, it appeared that her voice activated commands, her fingers now being useless for even typing, had bore fruit.

For there, on the computer before her, was a boon to their investigation.

She spoke into the communicator linked to Stephanie's cowl.

"O to Reserves, O to Reserves!"

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Renee had despaired in the days that followed her chair breaking incident. Oracle couldn't be bothered to communicate with them, Dinah was still butting heads with her, and the rest of her team, sans Holly, was eating themselves to oblivion.

She had tried to resist but found herself pigging out more and more as the days turned into weeks.

Currently, she was struggling to pull up the zipper on her custom made XXXXXXXL jeans, when she heard Oracle's voice come from the stuffed Batgirl's cowl.

"O to Reserves, I've got something!"

Renee, despite the constriction of her clothes, replied.

"What is it? Is it a cure? Are we going to be skinny again?"

RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP!

Normally Renee would have groaned at the thought of ruining yet another pair of custom made clothes, but ignored that outburst, focusing on Oracle's reply.