raptorcanaria: ([young] coy)
2015-06-20 07:28 pm

Arms Dealing

Dinah doesn’t knock on the door of Roy Harper’s apartment. Dinah picks the lock on the front door of Roy’s apartment, and eases the door open to stare a handgun straight in the face. She closes her hand over his, twists herself into him and disarms Checkmate’s star marksman in less than a second, pushing him back against the door to close it and to pin him, his shooting arm twisted against his back.

They stay like that for two seconds.

“Uncle,” says Roy quietly, “but only ‘cause Lian’s napping.”

Dinah lets him up and he turns around to hug her – which she lets him, despite the dampness of his shoulder and the sickly sweet smell of baby vomit. Roy has a two-bedroom in Star City, but he uses it like a studio, with his arsenal in one bedroom, the nursery in the other, and a sofa-bed (currently a bed) in the main area. When she comes out of the hug, Dinah steps over a baby playmat to get to the tiled corner that serves as a kitchen.

“You’re well?” Dinah asks.

“Not bad. Worked late last night, looking forward to a couple of days off. How’s the new Justice League?”

Dinah pulls a face, which Roy probably can’t see because she’s facing the fridge and the beer within.

“Ugh, don’t ask. Never thought I’d meet a Green Lantern more annoying than Hal. Blue Beetle’s fun but - excuse the expression – green as hell. And Batman’s letting everyone get under his skin. It’s beginning to feel like Superhero day care. At least I’ve got J’Onn.”

Now topless, having pulled off his dirty shirt, Roy comes up behind her, and reaches under her arm for a beer of his own without waiting for her to move out of the way. Dinah turns to face him – there’s fresh bruising on his shoulder, and a stiffness in his hip, but he looks well.

“You need a vacation.”

“I’d be scared of the mess I’d come back to, to be honest,” Dinah says. She presses two knuckles into his bruise, to watch the strength of his reaction. “Getting sloppy, Arsenal, letting someone tag you like that.”

“Yeah, yeah, change the subject.” Roy grins at her. “You don’t have to offer a training session to get me to visit.”

“But it works so well.”

He laughs, and throws an arm around her to steer her back towards the living room, leaving her behind after a few seconds so he can turn his sofa bed back into a sofa.

“So, not like I don’t love seeing you, but there a reason for this visit?”

“Actually, yeah.” Dinah watches him put the bed away without offering to help (she’s the guest) and drinking her beer. “Any chance you could set a girl up with a machine gun?”

Kashwing! The couch rattles as Roy pushes the seat into place a bit too heavily. He turns and stares at her.

“You. Want. A Machine gun. Is Guy Gardner that irritating?”

“Oh yes,” Dinah assures him. “It’s not that, though. See – I’ve got this friend, who’s currently spending most of his time in war-torn nineteen forties Europe. He wants to kill Nazis, and I may have offered to renovate an old motorbike for him, with a gun mount on the sidecar.”

Roy is staring at her, his eyes positively sparkling.

“I wanna play!”

She shakes her head sadly, “Sorry, Roy. The time bubble I met him in is strictly invite only. But I do need a supplier.”

She leaves two hours later, with a heavy box strapped to the back of her Thunderbird (“Didn’t Firefly wreck this?” “I replaced it. Long story.”) within which is not only the parts she needs, but a long list of books on motorcycles in the military and the history of sidecar mounted machine guns, tucked in amongst pages and pages of Roy’s notes and scribblings.

Such a shame he can’t play with this, really.


raptorcanaria: ([young] putting up with it)
2015-05-21 08:17 pm

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 "I'm thinking of moving," says Ollie.

"To a different neighbourhood?"

"To a different city."

It would be unfair to say this was expected, but that's the joy of being in a relationship with Oliver Queen - you never know when he's going to pull some sort of life-changing decision out of his butt on a whim.

"You love Star City."

"What's to love, Dinah, it's a city."

Dinah pulls a face at him: that colon-slash face, you know the one.

"It's just, I've been thinking of the time I spent with Hal..."

"...oh no, not another road trip..."

"No, not like that. Just - the realisation that there's more to the world than one city, you know. And I don't want to be one of those guys who gets caught up in one place. You know..." he puts on a growling voice, "you have failed this city."
 
"Oliver, are you worried you're turning into Batman?"

Ollie pulls a face back at Dinah. "I just, I found myself thinking that at some punks the other day. I'm worried I'm putting city over people."

"And so you're going to move to another city?"

"Actually, I was hoping we could move to another city."

"Oliver Queen, are you asking me to move in with you?"

Ollie's beard twitches hopefully.

...

"We're staying on the West Coast. Firstly, we're not using Green Lantern moving services this time, and secondly, I'm not moving any closer to my mother."




raptorcanaria: ([young] crying)
2014-02-07 08:28 pm

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At midnight, he tries to seduce her. It's clumsy and cloying, and she's hit more by embarrassment than any other uncomfortableness. When she makes it clear that she'll hurt him if he tries anything, he turns on her. Calls her any number of names, brings up the fishnets, accuses her of being after Oliver's money, even though he's lost that. He adds physical blows to the verbal ones, and she counters every single one.

At 1am, he's crying in her arms again, begging her to forgive him.

At 2am, Dinah is sitting outside the bathroom door, listening to him lose the lining of his already empty stomach.

At 3am, he tries to leave again, and fights back when she pins him to the floor. Eventually she's forced to choke him out until he passes out. At least then he gets something almost like sleep.

4am goes past and neither of them really notice.

At 5am, they're fighting again, and this time she lets him hit her. Hard, on the cheekbone, and it swells quickly into a bruise. More tears follow, and she thought they were both out.

By 6am they are both in Dinah's bed, finally sleeping in a bedroom he begged her to lock. The key is in the pocket of her pajama pants, and she's spooning him, her hand tangled in his red hair. They're both beyond caring if that's appropriate.





At 8am, Dinah wakes up in her bed, alone, the key gone from her pocket. But the apartment is filling with the smell of coffee and bacon, and she finds Roy, still looking like death, frying up something she can only assume he went down to the bodego on the corner to obtain.

"I woke up starving," he explains.

She shakes her head, and thinks that she's probably just met the bravest person she ever will.
raptorcanaria: ([young] miserable)
2014-02-07 07:19 pm

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It's really just a flying visit home: Dinah was going to check on the shop, run some errands, then go right back to the bar and check on Lucas.

And then there was a flash of green outside, and her doorbell rang.

And now - there's Hal, and a young man Dinah recognises - Speedy, Ollie's ward and one time partner, in his regular clothes, pale and bloodshot, and looking about ready to throw up on her doormat.

"Dinah," Hal says, "Speedy needs a place to stay. He'll explain."

And then - he's off.

"Right," says Speedy, "lady, get ready for a sob story."

It's 7pm.

He tries to tell her how: why he started taking heroin, how he felt when Ollie turned away, what he was thinking, but she doesn't really think it's important. What matters now is what he's going to do now, his choices tonight and from now on. He stops trying to explain himself away.

His name is Roy Harper. she tells him hers.

They make small talk: he talks about growing up on the Reservation, she tells him about the Justice Society, and her Mom, and especially her dad.

By 8pm they've lapsed into silence. Dinah orders Chinese food, he declines.

At 9pm, Roy is shaking, sitting on the floor, shying away from Dinah's touch so violently she can see him barely suppress the urge to lash out at her. He runs away to her kitchen, and she watches him run his head under the tap. Only when he is sitting on the linoleum, sopping wet, does he let her hug him, and he sobs into her shoulder.

At 10pm, he's sleeping fitfully on her couch, having refused the bed.

At 11pm, Dinah is napping in her armchair when a movement wakes her. Three seconds after opening her eyes she's pulling Roy away from her door, blocking a punch he throws at her and throwing him gently to the ground.

He stays down.

Quietly, he says: "Thank you."
raptorcanaria: ([young] flowers)
2013-05-24 09:28 pm

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 The plan was simple: Barry packed the boxes quickly, Clark and Diana carried them out to the truck, and when they were out of the city, Hal picked up everyone who couldn't fly, Clark picked up the truck, and they covered the three thousand miles to Star City in a matter of minutes.
 
And then, just as they were pulling up outside Dinah's new apartment building, just two doors away from Pretty Bird Florist, Clark said he heard something, and Hal jumped on it.
 
Alien invasion in Metropolis. Apparently requiring the attention of all the Justice League. Even Green Arrow, who hopped onto a construct from Green Lantern, leaving Dinah with a truck full of boxes and no one to carry them.
 
There's really only one way to deal with this.
 
She opens her door straight into Milliways and announces: 
 
"Everyone here is now helping me move! Get out here."
raptorcanaria: ([young] flowers)
2013-05-22 11:04 pm

Welcome to Star City, Pretty Bird

Queen Industries has gone into receivership

This could be worse than it is, apparently. Ollie himself hasn't gone bankrupt, he's just lost a lot of money and the business his parents left it. He's been stressed and angry about it, which is stressful and infuriating for Dinah, when she's trying to sell up, find a new place, and organize moving for herself and her mother.

(It's resulted in some incredible hot sex though, so she can't really complain.)

It means that most of the looking for her new place has to be done by herself. Even when he asked her to move in with him, she turned it down flat.

"Too soon, hotshot. Isn't archery supposed to be about the waiting?"

But he's doing okay. He hadn't lived in his family home for years, and the selling of that and everything not directly related to his Green Arrow persona has supported him through the loss of his fortune, and he's even cashed in on his name by landing a job at a local newspaper.

He's not Oliver Queen: billionaire philanthropist anymore, but that's not why Dinah liked him in the first place. He's still Green Arrow: crusader for justice.

But when he gives her his 'moving present,' it blows her away.

Over breakfast at his place, he drops an envelope by her plate.

"What's this?"

"Your moving present - don't open it." He wraps his arms around her, hands tucking into the shirt that's the only thing she's wearing (it's his) and kisses her neck. "you need to open it in a certain place. Just put some pants on and come with me."

"Ollie, what...?

"Trust me, Pretty Bird."

"I'm not sure I do."

But pants are acquired, underwear as well, and she's soon sitting shotgun in his convertible as they race through the part of Star City she'll never afford to live in. It takes almost thirty minutes to get through the city traffic, but he refuses to say where they're going. She only notices that the buildings get considerably more grandiose, and the stores let less 'boutique-y' and more 'grocery.'

She's so busy looking at the mural on the side of a public school that she doesn't even notice it until they pull up.

"What?"

She gets out of the car, looking up at the storefront that's already painted; Pretty Bird Flowers.

"You were so busy looking for an apartment for your mother and then for you," Oliver says, coming up behind her, "that I noticed you hadn't even been looking at stores for weeks. So I asked around, and talked to my lawyers and... open it."

It's ownership papers. The entire deed, made up in her name. Not leasing the space. Owning it.

Dinah stares, and looks through them.

There's another sheet that has Oliver's name on, and hers, and mentions money and payment.

"It's a loan," Oliver says. "I found the space, and then I had my lawyers draw up the contract. A personal loan, between you and me, but you own the store, and everything associated with it. But we had to come up with a business name to put on the paperwork, so... ta da?"

She stares at him. Then it turns into a glare and she shoves the paperwork in his face. "What the hell is this?!" she demands.

"What?"

"Is this supposed to be romantic, Oliver? You buying me a store?"

"No! No wait, I mean yes, kind of? It was supposed to be... I thought you'd like the help."

"I don't need your help, Queen!"

She's carefully regulating her voice - she has to, of course - but she's suddenly aware of the potential for a scene, so she storms towards the store.

She doesn't have keys.

When she looks over her shoulder at him, he's following, and on catches her eye, throws her the keys and she lets herself in.

It's -

The light is amazing.

The space is wide and shallow, with lots of storage up high and a sturdy looking ladder to access it all. The paint is fresh and looks sturdy. The cash register is in front of a roomy and private office space, and there's a perfect little alcove beside it that Dinah suddenly envisions holding a work table and all her arrangement tools.

She's standing in the middle of the store just staring at the empty space when Oliver comes up behind her, clearing his throat to avoid taking her by surprise. He stands behind her, and doesn't touch her while she walks slowly around him.

"Are you furnishing it in your mind?"

"Shut up, I'm still mad."

"It's not a gift. It's a favor and a loan."

"You had no right."

"You like it though?"

"Oliver."

She turns to face him, places her hands on his shoulders and gives him a firmly disapproving frown. That doesn't last long.

"I love it."
raptorcanaria: (Dinah snr)
2013-05-06 09:48 pm

And forward

Dinah Lance snr is sitting in a rocking chair surrounded by flowers, one hand full of deli sandwich, the other looking through mail from a pile by the cash register. Her daughter is up a ladder, sorting out the ribbon supplies. They've done a pretty good job so for today - since the surgery, in fact - at not fighting at all.

"Dinah?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"Why does the hospital say all my bills are cleared?"

"Because they have. My insurance covered it."

"All of it?"

"All of it."

"What kind of insurance do you have?"

"Justice League insurance."

"Oh." Mrs Lance is quiet for a second, then gives a small smile. "Which one is it?"

"Does it matter?"

"No." She looks up at her daughter. "You’re lucky to have such generous friends."

"We both are, Mom. We always have been."

"Don’t I know it."




Dinah’s return to the satellite is met with grins so wide they only just stop short of audible cheers. There’s a lot of shoulder patting and ‘how are ya?’s and she finds herself suddenly buoyed up, realized how much she'd been bearing with the two weeks spent on leave, alone with her Mom.

Shes not back to monitor shifts yet, but she’s welcomed back to all League meetings, and confirms that her communicator will be back online, and she is to respond to all emergencies as normal.

The only problem is Green Arrow. Somehow the kind man from the hospital is missing, and instead the loud, brash patronizing jerk is louder, brasher, more patronizing and more of a jerk than he’s ever been.

And he’s saved her a seat at the table right next to him.

And it really annoys her that she finds this flattering.




After closing the store, Dinah jumps onto her Thunderbird and runs to her favorite Chinese place, taking some time out while they’re making her order to drop into the local video rental store. She returns to their apartment with one bag full of pork dumplings, and another full of Richard Gere, finding her mother sitting on the couch, glaring at a tangle of yarn.

Dinah stares at it.

"What..."

"Ted thinks I should take up a sitting down hobby," her Mom says curtly. "Knitting isn’t it."

"Are romantic comedies a sitting down hobby?" Dinah asks. "Because that’s what I’ve got."

She exchanges the yarn for a pre-made blanket, puts a tray of Chinese food on top of it, and once the tape is in the VCR, curls herself under the other side.

"Aren’t you going to Milliways tonight?"

The hidden bitterness behind the word surprises Dinah, but she pretends to ignore it.

"Not tonight."

And maybe not for a while. She has other priorities.




She’s being very careful not to fight with her Mom, and trying to focus her stress and frustration into fighting the bad guys. Sometimes this comes out sideways into snapping at her teammates. When it’s directed at Ray or Barry, she can see it upsets them, and instantly feels bad. Diana and Clark are infinitely patient with her, which makes her feel worse. Bruce and Hal both take it, and she feels safe. Oliver, she’s sure, takes pleasure in encouraging it.

He infuriates her. He teases her. He will not stop making reference to her looks. He provokes her, and he annoys her.

And she can’t help thinking that’s what she needs right now.

Maybe it’s what she wants.



Eventually she realizes she needs advice about this. And immediately rules out both her Mom and any of her uncles.

"Batman, do you have a minute?"

This is the worst plan ever. And immediately it gets Arrow’s head raised, his eyes on them. "What do you have to be talking about on your own?"

The entitled tone in his voice, the accusation even, provokes Dinah into snapping. "It is none of your business whom I talk to about what, Green Arrow!"

He practically storms off, and leaves her alone with the man who, she suddenly realizes, should be the last person she talks to about this kind of thing.

But he was the first person to approach her when she first got the news. And he hasn’t been as obvious about it as some people, but he’s been there for her as much as anyone, in his own way. She gets that, and she appreciates it, is grateful for his friendship.

Bruce is waiting for her to says something. She takes a breath.

"I need advice. About Oliver."




"Hey, Mom?" Dinah asks one evening.

"Yes, love?"

"You didn’t mind that whole hospital billing thing, did you?"

She smiles. "No. No, I thought your friend was very generous, and I make a rule never to resent gifts."

"Oh." Dinah smiles. "Good. Because another friend," (or maybe the same one, but at least she knows who this friend is) "got us seats at Katakana on Carmine street tonight."

Dinah snr stares at her. "Dinah, we can’t afford to breathe in Katakana."

"Well, he’s covered that, too."

Her mother shakes her head, but she’s smiling.



It’s Oliver’s turn to chair, and it results in him being the first to stand after the meeting, but Dinah stays sitting at the meeting table, watching him. He takes the hint, and hangs back as everyone files out to teleport home (well, except Hal, who has monitor duty). Then he comes over to her chair.

"Canary?" His tone sounds concerned, unsure. Dinah smiles quickly to reassure him.

"I wanted to thank you," she says.

"You think I paid...? No, we all...."

Dinah shakes her head and stands. He takes a step back to give her space, and she reaches for his arm, catching his wrist.

"Not for that. For everything. For being there for me during all of this."

He seems to break through confusion and offers a smile, his cockiness still failing him.

"Well, we’re a team. We stick together."

"Yes."

Dinah smiles. And then smiles wider, feeling the blood rush to her face. Under his mask, Oliver’s forehead crinkles.

It gives her the opportunity to reach up and pull his mask away.

"We’re a team," she says. "And I’d like... I think we’d make a good team."

She counts the seconds as she watches realization dawn. Then he grins, and bodily picks her up, sitting her on the meeting table.

His mustache doesn’t scratch nearly as much as she thought it would.





Alan and Molly come over for whist, and leave as soon as Dinah snr looks tired, which is a little before she says she wanted them to. Dinah jnr suspected it was a little later than was really good for her.

As mother changes for bed, daughter cleans up and makes them both some hot cocoa. It’s waiting when Dinah snr comes back into the living room in robe and slippers.

"Tonight was nice."

"Yes. It was..."

"...what?"

Her Mom just shakes her head. "I’m sorry. I’m being a silly old lady. I’ve really appreciated having you around these last few weeks, Dinah."

"But?"

"But I know you’re putting up with a lot. You shouldn’t have to look after an old woman on top of everything else in your life."

Dinah sits down on the couch, hard.

"What is it?" her mother asks.

She takes a breath.

"About that..." she says. "I’ve been thinking of selling the store."

"What?"

"Well, to you, if you want it back. But... um."

"You’re moving out, aren’t you?"

Her voice is so steady, so calm, that Dinah looks up to check her countenance is the same.

Her mother smiles at her. "You should. You need to. Sell it and move. I’ll find a new place, small enough for one. Maybe close to Ted, try out proper retirement. It’s about time we lived apart."

"I’ll be a teleporter ride away..."

"I know. Have you thought about where?"

Dinah sighs heavily and looks away again, steeling herself for the next part.

"I was thinking, maybe Star City."

"Green Arrow?"

"Yes. Green Arrow."

Dinah Drake-Lance smiles at her daughter. "Don’t take any of his crap."

Dinah Laurel smiles at her mother. "I never would."
raptorcanaria: ([young] reflective)
2013-04-28 08:28 pm

Got your back

Dinah watches the door to the surgery close and is shown to some less than comfortable chairs on which she can wait.

And wait.

She slumps against her seat back, where she can do nothing but listen to the voice in her head tell her all the different things that could go wrong on the next few hours. All the things she should have done and said before the anaesthetic. Before the diagnosis. Before. The things it might be too late to say now. The knot in her throat tightens and it feels like all the screaming she's doing inside has finally turned sonic, and her power is causing her to  implode.

Breathe. Wait.

She fixes her gaze on the floor a few yards away and stares. Hours, they said, it would take. But she daren't move from here in case something happens. She just stares and breathes and tries not to think.

She is nowhere close to success when a pair of expensive sneakers step into her field of view.

Dinah raises her eyes past a pair of jeans and a tailored shirt, to an enormous fruit basket, behind which she is surprised to see a familiar blonde beard and friendly grin. She stares in disbelief.

“Oliver?”

“How's it going, Pretty Bird? I figured you'd have enough flowers, but no one can have enough vitamin C, right?”

He places the basket on the floor, and pulls out an apple, which he hands to her as he sits down next to her. She stares at the apple, then at the basket, then at him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I got Hal to cover my monitor shift. Left my communicator at home. I thought you might like some company.”

“I...”

Staring stupidly at him, Dinah realizes how tired she is, and when she yawns, she feels the strain in her jaw.

“I'm sorry, I'm not really up for conversation right now.”

Or coherent thought, she realizes.

Oliver smiles.

“Didn't think you would be. But hey, if you want to nap: I'll wake you when there's news.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

She doesn't know what else to do. She leans on him, her head first on his shoulder, then his arm, then on his knee as she lies down.

The voices, for a while are quiet.





Dinah is woken by Oliver's hand on her shoulder, and the realization that someone said her name. She pulls herself out of sleep to face a smiling surgeon behind his clipboard shield.

“Ms Lance,” he repeats himself. “Just to let you know that everything went swimmingly. We think we got the entire tumor, but we need to run some tests to be sure. Your mother is sleeping on her own under observation. Would you like to wait in her room?”

Oliver leaves before her mother wakes, leaving mother and daughter alone.
raptorcanaria: ([young] surprised)
2013-04-22 09:20 pm
Entry tags:

Labyrinth

Here's the thing about Milliways: It's not the Real World. Dinah has a very clear delineation in her mind: there're things that happen in the bar, and there are things that happen at home, and even if people visit from one to the other, they're very different places.

Justice League, supervillains, Oliver. Those things don't follow her in. Which is good and bad, because it becomes a place to escape. And escape becomes too safe, somewhere where actual threats aren't real. That's the problem with the place. It's not home, and it doesn't touch home, and if she wanted, she could stay in the bar, rent a room, and never have to worry about outside. And that's what's so dangerous.

Not that she's thinking of danger right now, even deep in the forest where there might be demon rabbits. She's just thinking of the run, and the exercise, and also where she wants to take Ollie for dinner tonight. That's how she manages to get lost.

And how she finds herself facing a rough hewn stone wall, with a door cut into it.

Dinah stands in front of it, stretching out her warm muscles, staring at the door. Has that always been here?