With Koschei focused on pulling the drives and cables, she withdrew and let him continue. There were a lot. He’d done everything but tell her to get the hell out. Most people she’d tell to get the hell out of the womb. A Time Lord, however, had a stronger constitution and these weren’t exactly normal circumstances.
After mounting up her chair she headed out into the hallway to survey the damage, determining whether she might be able to get to the main residence level by way of the elevator shaft. The cord could be severed by remote control provided it was still responsive.
Unfortunately she’d no sooner left the confines of the monitor womb than a swarm of the smaller flying…things flew from a wide fissure in the floor. The flames had weakened the central core and they’d clearly eaten their way through. She reached for a nearby broomhandle and started to try to fight them off.
There were too many and they were going for the window.
She withdrew quickly back into the womb and sealed the door, beating to death the three creatures that had managed to get past her. On the other side, heading directly into the VR suite was another fissure about twenty feet wide. Through the window Barbara could see the room filling with creatures that were literally eating away at the walls.
Something had to be done.
She considered the self-destruct, but that was out of range for her. With the systems down she had no way to reach it and blow them all to hell.
Stranded in the monitor womb of the Clocktower, Barbara searched for possibilities. On the console, towards one corner of the room was one of Nightwing’s abandoned communicators. He’d left it there for repair and, so far as she knew, it should still be functional.
Barbara shoved the earpiece around her right pinna and opened the comm as the creatures shrieks could be heard in the background, through their fight to break through the thick steel which protected her from the onslaught for the moment. “Tower responders this is control. Issuing final evac. Repeat. Final evac. All responders get clear of the tower excepting Misfit. Misfit, report immediately to the VR control room. You have five minutes before Omega protocol is enacted. These things will not get loose if I can help it. Now move.”
As she waited, nearly deafened by the screams and sitting helplessly in her control tower she grabbed the bag of hard drives and headed into the VR Control suite, nearly above the center of the Omega weapon and held the bag close to her chest. The ignition of the concentrated nitrogen tribromide bomb would send a fireball into the skies over Gotham, leaving empty space where the Clocktower now stood in its final moments. The sheer quantity of the explosives and the slammed-tight window shields on the residence level would ensure one hell of a pressurized bang.
There would be nothing left of the top ten or so floors of the Clocktower.
As she waited for Charlie to appear, Barbara prayed for her father and the others she loved.
Her death was at hand. She needed to make these last minutes count.
Turning towards Koschei, she spoke with a firm and immutable calm. “I think it’s time for you to go, my friend.”
He stood by, unsure of what she was doing. The Time Lord saw her battle the Pterrordactyls with only a broom, backing back into her control center.
He stepped closer to Barbara, shaking his head, “If you are thinking of sacrificing yourself, Miss Gordon, I cannot allow that. I still have a debt to pay and like Hell that I am going to let it go unpaid,” he put his hand on her shoulder and knelt, locking his blue-gold eyes onto her’s.
"I have a TARDIS," he said simply, “You don’t have to die. You can survive this and kill those bastards out there. I doubt that Bruce or Charlie or your father or anyone else would want you to kill yourself."
Koschei straightened his shoulders, “I will wait with you. There is no way that I am abandoning you,” he removed his laser screwdriver from his pocket, shooting the snout of one of the beasts so determined to get into the Womb.
Captain Marvel kept punching and punching away at them. He thankfully had the stamina of Atlas, but he could see Batgirl and even Batman starting to get hit. In his book, that was never a good sign. His brain quickly began thinking of what to do. Batman was right. He could keep fighting for a long time, but he still had to worry about the volume.
He needed a plan.
And then Batman said there was a dimensional portal that needed closing. “I think…I think I can do that!” He said. Wisdom of Solomon could hopefully provide some evidence. Maybe. He kicked another leathery dinosaur into the clock tower and began flying to Batman when a new announcement was made.
A final evac? But what about Barbara? He looked worried and looked at the top of the Clocktower. Oh no…would she?
"Oracle, I can try and close the portal and try and get you." Billy Batson wasn’t going to let her do anything big and major. But that portal…that portal needed to be stopped.
He shot at the rift, slugging a monster already erupting from it. “Okay…Batman any ideas before I give it a shot?”