Dinah Laurel Lance (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
raptorcanaria) wrote2013-04-22 09:20 pm
raptorcanaria) wrote2013-04-22 09:20 pm
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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?
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?
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He sends another shoot rocketing towards Voodoo, crashing through the cash register as it does.
Dinah breathes in, taking a huge lungful of air, but then the shoot around her foot yanks her towards the plant, and she falls to the ground, the wind knocked out of her.
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She's not dying today. Not if he can help it.
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"Voodoo," she says firmly, nodding at the destroyed counter to his eight. "Take cover. Now. You've got three seconds."
The plant, meanwhile, is just laughing at them both.
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(Because martyrdom is a Dick Move, Dinah.)
He's hacked away the one on her foot, and it just about to get the one on her arm when-
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"Dammit Vood..."
Her words are cut off by a jerk on her broken wrist pulling her towards the plant, still laughing and shouting about how delicious she looks. But on her feet now, looking into that leafy mouth she has the second she needs to finally draw a breath, look the plant straight in the mouth, and...
Cut off mid-laughter, the plant as room for a surprised scream, that can't be heard above Dinah herself. The ruined building starts to shake - despite the fact that the sound is mostly muffled by the plant's open mouth - and cracks on the ceiling deepen until a chunk starts to fall.
But then suddenly the plant explodes under the force of the sonic scream, chunks of leaf and vegetable flesh flying through the room. The last force of the scream before Dinah shuts her mouth causes another block of masonry to fall in.
Exhausted, she falls to her knees.
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Well, Voodoo's lying in a crumpled heap in the corner, under a pile of rubble, unconscious.
(Knocking your head against concrete will do that, helmet or no.)
The rubble has torn the bandage off. Fresh blood, red and coppery, mixes with the old on his BDU. The tomahawk is clenched in his hand, and the MP5 lies on his chest.
All is quiet.
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Dinah says it quietly from where she's kneeling, panting hard from the effort.
"Voodoo."
Then she makes herself stand, biting her lip with the pain as she unravels the dead shoot from her fractured wrist. Looking up, she finds him, and sprints over.
"Voodoo!"
She kicks the rubble from him, clearing a pace to crouch down next to him.
"God, don't you dare do this to me now." She reaches for the bandage, but hisses in pain when she tries to move her hand.
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Then he slowly opens his eyes, blinks once, twice, and draws in a shaky breath.
"Dinah Lance..."
A gloved hand claps onto her right shoulder, and he glares up at her from the rubble, brown eyes looking into blue.
"You - are a fucking asshole."
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"Yeah, I know," she says, and angles herself so he can use her shoulders to stand.
"But we have to get the hell out of here, okay? Because the building's really unstable and I don't really want it to fall on us."
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He kicks over the rubble, and the remains of the bandage-cape appear, ripped to itty-bitty shreds.
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"Under the plant pot, on the floor. You ready?"
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"And this time, you really are staying behind me."
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She kicks the pot aside and stands aside to let him at the triangle.
"At least listen to me the next time I tell you to take cover."
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He shakes his head and sighs. This rates a minor ass-chewing, sure, but now's not the time.
"Come on. Through here," he says, tapping the triangle.
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The rumbling of the shifting floor causes concrete dust to fall from the ceiling above them.
"Gee," Dinah says, heading down the slope quickly, "I guess I should have just caused a cave in on us earlier, huh?"
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Voodoo follows her, his weapon up and scanning the way ahead.
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She pauses, waits for Voodoo to get so close that she can feel his body heat, and then starts forward again completely silently.
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That is not something that sounds like a light at the end of the tunnel.
Voodoo stops, then falls in behind Dinah. Each of his steps are deliberate, precise, measured.
(One can only hope it's not something out of the Mythos.)
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Only the room looks smaller because it's almost entirely taken up by three large - no one large dog with three enormous heads, fast asleep and snoring, a paw resting on the trapdoor.
Dinah pauses, then relaxes, breathing out in a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank god.
"Okay, I got this. You ready to get to the door?"
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Greek mythology. Should've figured.
Voodoo doesn't dare speak. Instead, he nods, the front sight post of his weapon centered over one of the heads.
It's go time.
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"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Not quite silently. There's a thickness in the air that comes from the supersonic noise that fills the room, and makes first one head, and then the others stir, look up and focus on Dinah.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
She steps forward, and they wince backwards, turning their heads away from her submissively as she carefully pushes them back, until that paw moves from the trapdoor.
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"WhoaFUUU-"