Oracle rubbed her stomach. She'd been gaining a little bit, sitting in her wheelchair, doing no more exercise than using a computer with a keyboard, mouse and voice recognition. She had been arranging ops all through these last four months, and she'd actually started to lose tone in her abs. Of course, she hadn't needed to keep in shape as much since becoming Oracle but Batman's training was hard to get out of your head. It was a very strong voice telling her to be ready for anything.
...Of course, he also said, make sure your enemy doesn't know what you are capable of. She knew being in a wheelchair would put her firmly in the 'not a threat' category for most of your average dumb mooks. But maybe being a little less toned would put her in the 'no threat whatsoever' category for a lot more criminals. Maybe chubby even - with a small potbelly, she would look like a simple computer nerd, with just a hint of 'cripple' as well.
Now, she'd need someway to compensate for being fat. Otherwise, there'd be no point in the gain. She had been offered cybernetics by Steel to fix her spinal injury and give her superpowered legs, so maybe that subtle kind of prosthetic was the answer here. A hidden last resort. On the other hand, Batman was one of the world's leading experts on magic, as well as everything else, and he specialised in rituals. Maybe he could teach more than he already had on the subject? Maybe magic was the answer.
On the other hand, in a world of Green Lanterns, Kryptonian DNA manipulation and other wonders, maybe there was an idea she hadn't considered yet.
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