raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] bombshell)

After a Bat-rescue, Dinah and the boys head back to HQ for research into this Music Meister guy.

His name, it turns out, is William Kamala, and his base of operations so far has been New York - whose lack of a resident hero has probably been why he's escaped notice from the caped so far. A string of petty crimes with accomplices that have been quick to turn on him, but without any arrests, thanks to his ability to hypnotize and control all cops who go after him.

But he's attracted notice, now. Not just from the Justice League, but from Batman. Although he also has control of a global communications satellite, and there's no way he can permitted to have that.

Just as they're planning their next move, alarms go off at Blackgate prison - a massive prison wide break out. Arthur and Oliver, adjusting their new ear plugs, agree to go off to clear up that mess, while Dinah, citing her experience as Gotham's other cape, volunteers to find and coordinate with Batman on the Music Meister's apprehension.

At least, that's the reason Dinah gives the boys.

Really, she's just hoping to work with Batman.

This has nothing to do with the ringing in her ears.
raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] canary cry)

Why, of all the people, Gorilla Grodd, Black Mantra and the Clock King had decided to team up, Dinah cannot begin to imagine. She expects it will come out eventually – these things tend to play out that way – but right now the most important thing is to stop them.

It's the launch of a new communications satellite – a single unit to do the work of a global network – she's not quite sure of the science, but she and her friends are sure that it is to be kept away from villainous control at all costs. So the interest of these three ne'er-do-wells immediately prompts Justice League intervention.

Hal and J'Onn are both off planet. Barry is tied up with Captain Cold, and that leaves Dinah and Arthur to see to this.

Sorry, Dinah, Arthur, and the new kid.
Oliver Queen. Green Arrow.

Dinah's still not entirely sure how she feels about Oliver. She is sure how he feels about her – because he won't shut up about it. He's even started calling her Pretty Bird (Pretty Bird, really?) and not a single meeting goes by in which he's not making some sort of comment about looking out for her, or her legs, or he's just looking. No wonder he and Hal get on so well.

On the other hand - he's cute. And a charming chauvinistic pig. And she is well aware that she spends as much time looking at his butt/chest/arms as he does looking at her. Especially his arms. Damn.

Going on a mission is a relief, really, from the awkward atmosphere at HQ, even without Hal smirking at them.

This was supposed to be a usual mission. Stop the bad guys, come home. Three on three, easy.

Then something goes horribly wrong. A new player - one Dinah doesn't recognise. With some sort of hypnotic power. It's hard to tell, because one second she's hearing music that she shouldn't be able to hear, the next she's fighting Batman. 

Much as it hurts her pride that the JLA needs to be bailed out by an outsider, she's never been happier to see him.

Jun. 26th, 2011 04:32 pm
raptorcanaria: ([young] blegh)
The apartment Dinah shares with her mother is a medium sized, two-storey affair above the florist shop in a pleasant neighbourhood in downtown Gotham. Her room, into which her Milliways door opens, is a mess of discarded clothes, which she hastily kicked under her unmade bed as they pass.

The rest of the apartment is tidier, but not spotless There are few bookshelves, and what there are are filled with well-thumbed crime novels. Photos throughout feature a handsome man with dark brown hair and a crooked grin that exactly matches Dinah's own. Other portraits on display include professional quality group shots of the Justice Society of America; the kind of glossies you buy at a special interest store impersonally signed by a tired hand. In the living room, an old leather chair that doesn't match the couch is still angled at the TV, but it's the couch that bears the marks of having been used recently: a paperback lies spread open and upside down next to a cold coffee mug, which Dinah scoops up on her way past. Fresh cut flowers can be found in nearly every room.

The kitchen looks, for the most part, like a show kitchen, with every utensil and appliance accounted for and squared away in its place, and then coated in a very thin layer of dust, except for the microwave, sink and fridge, which obviously get their fair share of use.

And Dinah has most of her face covered with her hand.

"Aaaand now you've seen all my dirty laundry."

Literally.
raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] smirk)
J'Onn picks Dinah and her bike up in Chicago as soon as Team Milliways has departed, and flies her quickly to Central City, before having to rush off into the skies again. Dinah salutes as he flies and sprints into the city as fast as she can on tired legs and three inch heels.

There she sees a red blur and chases it down, in time to see Barry stop, right in front of a rock giant he must not have seen behind him.

She doesn't break her stride.

"Ten-HUT, General Flash!"

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Flash turns around to see the giant shatter and takes a step back, so that as Dinah draws near they are side to side, her sonics working in parallel with his clay-shattering vibrations, to take on the last handful of giants.

"Thanks for the save, General Canary. How's troop morale?"

She takes a breath from screaming as the last giant buckles.

"We're still rallying. Lantern's with the Blackhawks now, Can you believe all those heroes are listening to the five of us?"

She's been giving her uncles orders all day. And it's just felt natural.

"We know the most about the enemy," the scientist points out. "Still... wow. I say fly, Superman says 'How high?'"

The last giant crumbles, leaving them in relative quiet for a second.

"Listen," Dinah says, with what may be spectularly bad timing, "about earlier."

"When you kissed me."

She. Kissed him. Funny, she could have sworn there was mutual kissing there.

"That.

"Barry, I've been thinking - about you and your life, what you've told me of it. And I have to know..."

She intended to say 'I have to know how serious you and your girlfriend are. I have to know how serious you are about me. I have to know what we are to each other', but she's interrupted.

"Barrrry!" In the ruins of a building just a block away, a beautiful brunette stumbling through the brickwork, tears of desparation and fear choking her voice as she calls out. "Barry! Where are you? Oh God, oh god."

Suddenly Dinah is standing on her own, unnoticed, as the Scarlet Speedster beside her disappears and the handsome blond man from the cave appears behind the crying woman, still finishing his tie as he slows down, then scoops his fiancée up into a hug.

"Shhh. I'm right here, Sweetheart."

Dinah watches, not approaching, ready to be the only hero around if the Appellaxians make a reappearance.

They're so in love. It makes her heart leap slightly just knowing that is possible, even as her stomach plummets.

They're in love.

Whatever it was between her and Flash, it's nothing compared to what's between Barry Allen and his future wife.

"Listen," she hears him say. "I ran into Flash. He's optimistic about his war. Get the word to your newspaper and then lie low. I'll find you again. I promise."

The brunette departs to an arriving rescue helicopter, always looking ver her shoulder to her fiancé.

Only when she's gone does Barry look at Dinah, pulling his mask back over his face.

"As I was saying," she says, trying not to sound too angry at him; it's not his fault. "I have to know that I'm not going to grow up that much like my mom. I wont' turn anyone into a two-timer, Barry."

"I'm - I'm sorry if I did anything to..."

"Don't be. If anything, you opened my eyes." This isn't the real him. He's Barry Allen who puts on a costume to be a superhero. Dinah - she's Black Canary who takes off her wig to be a florist. They walk the same line, but on opposite sides.

"Still friends?" Barry asks.

"Sure. Go liberate Baltimore or something." She can bike to the next town until a teleporter or flyer can pick her up.

"Remember," Barry says lightly, already a crimson blur. "We'll always have Metropolis."

"Funny man."

Dinah sighs. No, I'm not gonna be like Mom at all, she thinks. I'm gonna be single for the rest of my life.

She's interrupted in her sulk by first the sound of wood creaking behind her, then the sound of darts shooting past her ear, as the wood giant is hit by a pair of flaming arrows.

Her rescuer even takes his hat off to bow in greeting. "Green Arrow at your service, Pretty Bird."

"And Speedy! Remember me? Of course not, there's a girl around." The boy next to him is a teenager, probably younger than Dinah was when she started out, but tall. His outfit, a red and yellow copy of Green Arrow's Robin Hood get up, covers a grinning face and bright red hair. He brightens even further when they draw closer. "You're Black Canary? Geez, G.A. You're right! She's hot!"

"HEY!" That comes in stereo from both Dinah and Green Arrow, and for a second, the silence is awkward.

But he has a charming smile.

"You know," Dinah says, as the roar of the invaders starts up again. "Sucking up to me won't get you into the J.L.A."

"Like I'd really want to join. So... you free after the invasion?"

Dinah doesn't reply. She's too busy screaming.

Mar. 5th, 2011 06:44 pm
raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] canary cry)
Unlike many of the major US cities in this universe, the Chicago of the JLA's world is remarkably similar to the Chicago of many others. Certainly, when the door from Milliways opens onto Lake Shore Drive, the cityscape ahead of the visitors might look familiar to one or two of them.

Well, except for the glass giants laying waste to the city, and the squadron of giant yellow birds in the sky.

Black Canary is already shouting out instructions over the din of the destruction.

"Keep close and watch each other's backs! Clear the city and for God's sake watch out for civilians! Do not! Let their eyebeams touch you; they'll turn you into one of them!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! "


Without taking a breath, her shouted orders turn into a scream and the diamond giant bearing on them from the left shatters into huge clear chunks that shower to the ground.

"Go!"

Aftermath

Feb. 28th, 2011 10:54 am
raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] justice)
The flight back to Rhode Island is long and silent - Dinah, for one dwelling on all those men who just dropped dead the second J'Onn touched them with his mind. they won, but it doesn't feel like a victory, and then - then there's J'Onn.


Back in the cave, it still doesn't feel like anyone's going to say anything until Aquaman speaks up.

"So what now?"

Dinah sighs. "Now, I think we ask some hard questions. J'Onn - I think I speak for everyone when I say that, though we appreciate the fact that you're on our side..." and there's a whole lot of apology that has to come oout there, on everyone's side. "...mostly, we still feel betrayed."

Jan. 25th, 2011 06:02 pm
raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] bombshell)
To say that things have been awkward in the Justice League since that thing they never talk about, would be a pretty severe understatement. Dinah is by now convinced that even Aquaman must have noticed how much she's very studiously avoiding any sort of eye contact with Green L- with Hal, and as for Flash and J'Onn - well. There's a reason she's been playing and replaying Foreigner in her head at top mental volume all day.

I'm hot blooded, check it and see. I've got a fever of 103.

She's becoming more and more sure that this song is going to be ruined forever for her and that she'll never be able to train in Ted's gym again for the risk it'll come on the radio.  But better this than suffer the mental images that turn up everytime she looks at a certain team member.

Oh god, for a mission right now.




Her prayers are answered when Snapper comes running into the meeting room.

"Guys, guys! Someone's in here!"

Nov. 2nd, 2010 09:05 pm
raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] asskick)
When it comes down to it, Dinah really really enjoys working with the League. Whether she's being frozen in an icicle or rendered temporarily invisible, and even though she doesn't know the names or historys of any of her friends, she loves every second of feeling like a member of a team. It might be awkward in HQ since finding ouut about J'Onn, but on the field, she feels like she has a whole new family.

In the field, of course, it's easy to forget about the mistrust and awkward silences in headquarters, because in the field it's just them and the villain of the moment. In this case, a maniac calling himself Xotar the Weapons Master, apparently a time traveller. They were just fighting his giant (yellow; someone got the word out to the supervillains about GL) robot armour, when there was blinding flash of light and...

"We're on an alien world? What... How?"

Nov. 2nd, 2010 09:05 pm
raptorcanaria: ([young] um...)
Wayne Manor is, it turns out, surprisingly easy to approach on a lone motorcycle. Dinah expected more intense security and maybe one of those gates you have to speak your name into before you're even allowed on the approaching road.

Instead she rides right up to the building and rings the front doorbell.

"Flowers for Mr. Wayne."

The door is answered by a tall, well spoken, honest-to-God gentleman's butler, who holds his hand out for the bouquet. "I'll make sure he gets them."

...and he's actually British, as well! Dinah immediately thinks that's adorable. But that doesn't mean she's going to let him take the flowers. Despite herself, she holds on to the stems and inserts her foot into the door, smiling.

"We at Dinah Lance Flowers like to put the flowers into the recipient's hand. It's our quality guarantee."

"I'm afraid Master Bruce is out right now, Miss. I'll assure you, if you gave them to me, no one will." He glances down at the foot over the threshold and up to Dinah's innocent face. "You're not a photographer, are you?"

She doesn't get the reference, obviously, and shakes her head. "Why don't you tell him I'm here?"

"I'm afraid He'll be quite some time..."

"I'll wait."

The butler takes a momet in which he appears to be assessing the situation, and he gives her an second, apprasiing look. "Hwy do I get the feeling that this ishn't about flowers?"

"Because you're remarkably asute and there's no keeping secrets from you?" Dinah suggests.

She looks at him. He looks at her.

"I'm going to need to shut the door while I see if he's returned," Jeeves says after a moment. She raises an eyebrow, and aquiesces.

It's less than a minute before the door re-opens.

"Mister Wayne will be with you in a few moments, Miss Lance. Do come in."

Gaining entrance to the manor, Dinah relinuishes the flowers to the butler's care hiwl she's shown into a parlour the size of her whole apartment. There, she flops down into a large leather armchair. While she waits for Bruce to show up, she removes the portfolio of papers from inside her leather jacket.

Before Bruce Wayne turns up, Dinah's aware of someone else in the room, watching her. Twisting around, she spies a boy who looks about fourteen, bbut she knows him to be older, standing in the door and watching her.

"You're Dinah?"

"Right," she says, "and you're..." wait, what was the kid's name? "Dick, right?"

"That's me," and he flips backwards into a handstand as naturally as someone would shift their weight from foot to foot. "Are you goin go ask Bruce to join the League?"

Dinah is shocked into a silent second before replying. "That's not up to me, you know."

Dick frowns, clearly unhappy with thisidea while he continues bending his feet back until he's in an arch on all fours. He looks about to says soemthing else when he's interupted.

"Dick," Bruce – who Dinah thinks now only looks a little bit like Bruce from the bar, is tying up a robe as he enters. He looks like he's between changes, and she's willing to lay money that he had to get out of her cotume to see her. "If they wanted Batman, they hae ways of contacting Batman. This is about Bruce Wayne, am I right?"

Dinah nods, and Dick looks sullen, for like a second. It doesn't suit his face anyway. Then he flips over and over, into another handstand, interested, but not enough to sit down. Bruce, however, takes a seat opposite Dinah.

"I'm not the anonymous funder of your League," he tells her, without preamble. "And I don't know who is."

As much as Dinah suspects he's lying on the second, she grins and shakes her head. "That's not it either, Bruce.

"I need to warn you about the earthquake."

...

"Earthquake?"

She opens the folder and spills out the contents, the maps from the USGs, the tectonic data and the graphs she's still not sure she understands. "Gotham's on a faultline."

"Gotham's on limestone."

She shrugs. "Yes, but it's on a faultline. Look."

He does, and he's silent for a few minutes. Eventually, even Dick has made his way over, peering over Bruce's shoulder.

"You think there might be an earthquake?"

"I know there will be," Dinah says. "In about ten years time."

Bruce barely moves his head to look up at her. "How do you know this?"

"Time travel."

It's hard to tell if he approves or not, but he does accept it. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"You own a good portion of the buildings in the city, right?" says Dinah. "You can make sure they're reinforced."

"For an earthquake? In Gotham?"

"Bruce..." She's sure she doesn't need to tell him how devastating an earthquake would be if it hit the island city, with the buildings as they are.

He nods. "I already have."

"You have?"

"Dinah," it's the first time he's used her first name. "I have geological surveys carried out every time Wayne Enterprises builds a new building. I know about the faultline. Knowing that the quake is an inevitability just means I will redouble my efforts to secure the city. Thank you."

And with that, the biggest burden is taken off her shoulders.

Oct. 27th, 2010 10:48 pm
raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] justice)
The Gotham City Gentlemen's Club is not, we hasten to assure the sensitive reader, that kind of gentlemen's club. It is frequented by well known and respected names like Bruce Wayne and Maxwell Lord, and still in this century, not open to women. Especially not women who are inappropriately attired.


They've made an exception for the Black Canary.

The doorman, however, refuses to make an exception for J'Onn. Apparently while fishnet stockings are acceptable with biker leathers, a bare green chest is just that side of unacceptable. For a moment, Dinah worries that he'll have to wait outside.

Until he shapeshifts into a man in a tux, and is allowed to join his teammates, whose spandex costumes had been allowed through. Dinah makes a point of noticing that only the obvioously non human was stopped at the door, and she wonders if they'd do the same to Superman.

She doesn't have mcuh time to wonder, though, because Green Lantern is striding ahead and she has to keep up.

Jul. 13th, 2010 08:37 pm
raptorcanaria: ([young] oh no)
"Hey everybody, look who's here! One of those Justice Leaguers we've heard so much about!"

It's so rare these days, to get all her uncles in the same place, that Dinah's delighted by everything they have to say, even if most of what they have to say is to tease her about her new team name, press her for information about her new teammates and to pile on their hopes and dreams on to her. Her mother's right, if snide and tactless, when she says that she loves it.

It's Wesley's birthday, and everyone's at the Lances' house; Charlie, Alan, Al, Kent, both Teds.

Although. That puts a weird spin on the whole party.

Dinah's uncle Ted Knight - the old Starman - is one of her uncles she's seen the least of recently. Even less in the last few years since her Dad's death. He just... hasn't been around. And while he seems to be having a great time catching up with the guys, but with Dinah walks in on him and her mother in the kitchen...

There's an awkward moment, and he leaves the house.

"Weird," Dinah tells her mother directly. "What was that about?"

Dinah sr. hesitates, and finally tells Dinah all about her history with Ted.

Her daughter's indignant scream nearly breaks their glassware.

Jun. 9th, 2010 07:19 pm
raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] justice)
Dinah's heard of Killer Shark, from her Mom's tales of the Justice Society, but she's only heard of him, and can't actually bring any stories about him to mind. An old enemy of the Blackhawk team of fighter pilots, he's as old as some of her uncles and supposedly as retired. This doesn't appear to be the case.

Apparently Killer Shark and his cronies have decided to make a comeback. Sadly, he couldn't come back in a less riduiculous outfit.

To accompany his big comeback, Killer Shark has chosen to raid Kord Industries in Chicago and pick up new prototype weaponry. Fortunately for him, Kord industries doesn't have security to match the value of the prototypes within.

Unfortunatley for him, three members of the Justice League just happened to be dropping by...
raptorcanaria: (coy)
The club is loud and dark and refreshingly free of armed robbery and gang violence. Dinah feels out of place immediately, but she loves every inch of the place.

There are a good couple of hours with Justin, talking and drinking and dancing and eyeing up the girls (and the boys. Mostly the boys, if Dinah's honest. They're distracting from the main goal of the night), and she's beginning to think she'll never meet anyone until Justin disappears towards the rest room and Dinah goes to get them both a drink.

There's a woman already at the bar, but she gives up her service in favour of Dinah, watching as she orders. They exchange smiles, and as Dinah collects the drinks, the woman leans forward and shouts in her ear.

“I was hoping you were only buying one drink. Is the other for your girlfriend?”

Dinah laughs when she realises that was a line. “It's for my friend,” she says, and gestures towards the men's room.

This is met with a grin. “Then you don't mind talking to me until he comes back?”

Her name is Kyoko, she grew up in Chiba, and she's now a senior at the university of Pittsburgh, majoring in pre-law and with every intention of staying on for law school, if only to extend her student visa. She's delighted to find out that this unassuming white girl speaks fluent Japanese, but isn't all that interested in finding out what Dinah was doing in Okinawa for a year. She does love that Dinah's Sensei used to call her Siu Jerk Jai – little bird, and she instantly adopts the nickname for her own use.

“Japanese lesbians are so annoying,” she explains with the certainty of someone who doesn't want to be contradicted. “All they want is to settle down and have a relationship and pretend to be married. No one just wants to fuck.”

Dinah is thrilled to learn a new Japanese word, but she doesn't try to argue, having never actually met any lesbians while over there. Kyoko is chatty, knowledgeable and has an opinion on anything, although every attempt to get Dinah to talk about current affairs ends with the Gothamite seeming ridiculously underinformed and uninterested. Kyoko dances with seduction in mind, and when she initiates a kiss, she tastes of beer and vanilla lip gloss. She's not wearing perfume, but her hair smells of avocado and is silky to the touch.

They talk some more about Kyoko's plans to be a lawyer in the USA, and about Dinah's florist shop. Kyoko surprises her by loving flowers and floral design and insisting on pulling Dinah out of the club to show her K S Kennedy's. Dinah takes her leave of Justin, who is thrilled and makes sure she can find him tomorrow, then she follows the headstrong, opinionated Japanese woman out of the club.

They kiss some more outside the club, Kyoko standing a step above Dinah to compensate for a height difference. When they remember why they came outside, the girls wander the streets for nearly half an hour, hand in hand and frequently stopping to make out, before Kyoko admits she made a mistake and the store's too far away anyway. She has a great idea, though.


Dinah wakes up the next morning in a University of Pittsburgh dorm, with a beautiful college student beside her, and a significant amount of knowledge she didn't have yesterday. She knows how to please a woman in bed, she knows what her own body likes better than Craig ever taught her, she knows all sorts of dirty talk in Japanese that Sensei Otomo never taught her.

And she also knows that, without a doubt, she is heterosexual.
raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] smirk)
After a certain conversation Dinah thought it best if she be the first person to turn up at the Fox Hotel on Mayer Street before the men could get there, and she wasn't wrong. They have, apparently, been warned about a press conference and have a room set up, and the street outside is filling up with reporters as she arrives.

So all she can do is stand outside, waving to her new public, and promising that they'll have something to say when the others get here.

May. 28th, 2010 07:06 pm
raptorcanaria: ([young] irritated)
Even though, officially, Dinah Lance jr is the owner and sole proprietor of Dinah Lance Flowers, her mother still has a habit of turning up and giving her opinion. And in the case of the day after they encountered Locus, this opinion is once again about 'Flash and those others'.

"As a matter of fact, Mom," Dinah says after at least ten minutes of listening to her mother, "yes, we are planning to form a group. We're meeting on Monday, in fact."

"Really?" Honestly, Dinah sr didn't sound this excited when Dinah brought home her first boyfriend. Although as she never met Tommy, that was Craig Windrow. "You are? A new Justice Society?"

"We haven't talked about it."

"Oh, but you should. Where are you going to meet?"

"The Fox Hotel, actually."

Both Dinahs know it well. It's the place where the JSA first met. Dinah sr beams and instantly picks up the shop's phone.

"Mom? What are you doing?"

Dinah sr waves her panicking daughter away. "Hello, is that the Gotham Gazette?"

May. 22nd, 2010 09:19 am
raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] bombshell)
Quick stock check then:

1) Dinah's return to crime fighting pits her instantly against an alien invader. so much for casual return to the game.
2) Said alien invader turns bystanders, and Dinah's own foot to glass. This reverses when she shatters the alien's own glass body.
3) On hearing another alien was attacking in Florida, Dinah hightailed it on her bike so fast she's gt serious wind burn.

And then, then, she walks right into a trap set by the alien's pal; and now she's stuck in the middle of an everglade with a body that appears to be made of wood.

Still, at least she's not alone; there are four other costumed heroes who walked right into the same trap which makes her feel less like an idiot.

She's also relieved that it's the new Flash who says what she was trying not to say herself:

"I feel like such a sap."

Mar. 22nd, 2010 08:37 pm
raptorcanaria: ([young blonde] bombshell)
It's not until they're driving back through Gotham that Dinah realises how much she's missed being out on the street fighting the good fight. She's glad to see her Mom, of course, but no one's surprised when one of the first things she does is to grab her wig and fishnets and head out to see if her new skills have made her a better crimefighter.

It's just bad luck that her first citizen-in-distress isn't a run of the mill mugging, but a woman facing what appears to be a glass statue – except unlike most statues, this one is fully mobile and particularly malicious. As Dinah races to the scene, the creature fires what looks like a strange ray out of its eyes and turns the woman into living glass just like itself – a fate decidedly more eerie by the fact that the woman stops screaming and becomes placid the second it happens. It's also a fate Dinah narrowly avoids when it turns its gaze on her and the Black Canary has to dive out of the way – into a wide road populated by many glass zombies.

The numbness in her foot starts before she's even landed properly, and she turns the dive into a handflip, in order to land on her foot much more lightly. A glance down at the glittering scattered sunlight confirms her fears: her foot, from the midcalf over her boots, is suddenly made of glass.

Dinah allows herself a moment's indulgence of the irony of a martial artist with a glass foot, that makes her smirk, and another second's amusement of the bad luck this creature had by coming up against her.

Just as it gears up for another attack, she winks, and lets go with a scream.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

It's precision, not force she's going for; aiming tightly at the creature so as to avoid bystanders and her own foot, and guessing then experimenting for the frequency that will shatter it into shards.

It doesn't occur to her that this might be a sentient being she's killing. It was a threat that had to be neutralised.

The glass tinkles on to the road, and Dinah can feel the blood returning to her foot. She's just returning her weight to it when a voice behind her clarifies that the people had also been returned to normal. It's a policeman, offering his thanks with that wary gratitude Gotham's finest have about the caped community – even the Black Canary, who's decidedly more sunny than their more famous protector.

“How'd you stop him?”

“He had a glass jaw.”

(When you're set up like that, you have to take it)

The conversation doesn't stay too light, though, as he informs her that reports had been coming in of more of these creatures attacking other parts of the country, and as soon as Dinah gets the nearest location, she's on her bike.

Mar. 22nd, 2010 08:25 pm
raptorcanaria: ([young] regret)
Dinah went to Japan with the intention of learning everything she could about Shuri-te, and the expectation of a lot of hard work and dedication. She hadn't expected to feel so much at home, or to develop such a strong sense of love for her sensei. He's not just amazing teacher, but a good, kind and gentle man who from the beginning, never had anything but praise for Dinah's dedication and her willingness to learn, to say nothing of her talent. A bond has formed between them that Dinah had never prepared for.

Except that for the past few weeks, Dinah's begun to feel that she's plateauing – she's not improving as fast as she was, and worries if she's learning anything at all. The other students, when she mentions it, scold her for her own lack of awareness.

“He's pulled every punch he's thrown at you for months.”

“He can't bear to hurt you.”

“You don't fight in the dojo. You dance.”

“He's taught you every lesson love will let him.”

“You need an opponent who will push you.”

“He needs students, not a daughter.”

The conversation, when it finally happens, is short, sweet, and painful. Sensei Otomo agrees; in one short year he's taught her everything he can, and their time together should come to an end for the benefit of them both, so Dinah can continue with her calling.

She walks to the Shinkinsen station alone, and has tears in her eyes when she arrives at Tokyo airport. It's not until Ted meets her at Arrivals that she smiles, throwing her arms around her uncle's neck.
raptorcanaria: ([young] blegh)
Meanwhile, in Gotham:

“So what did he have to say to you?”

“Not a lot. Which is good news. He says it's officially 'in remission' and he doesn't want to see me again until a check up next year.”

“So that's it? No more drugs, no more exams, no more docs?”

“That's it. And if I ever see a doctor again, it'll be too soon.”

“I can hear Charlie's heart breaking from here. So does this mean you're going to write the kid?”

“...No, Ted. And if I hear you've breathed a word to my daughter about this, you can say goodbye to another of your nine lives.”
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Valentines Day Order forms, attached to the sign on the noticeboard:

Recipients Name:
Arrangement: (if unspecified, they will receive a dozen red roses)
Note: (if unsigned, the gift will be anonymous)



OOC: Valentine's Day notes! All comments screened, anonymous comments allowed. Please specify recipient and flowers used as well as the note and whether or not its signed. the default bunch is 12 red roses. Please note that Dinah WILL NOT deliver anything that appears threatening, harmful or malicious..
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Dinah Laurel Lance

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