Dinah Laurel Lance (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
raptorcanaria) wrote2008-08-13 09:38 am
raptorcanaria) wrote2008-08-13 09:38 am
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"What do you think you're doing?"
She's been tracing them for days: shadowing both in and out of costume, breaking into her Dad's now-empty office, rifling through her Mom's notes, She planned this, knew how it was going to go down, had a system, wanted to grill that one for more information after taking down all his buddies. She knew what she was doing.
Then the stupid stupid Bat showed up, gave them one look, and they spilled everything and ran away.
"I think I'm saving you a fight," he says, watching them run. Dinah scowls and forces her hand down from an itch on her scalp. She's been staking out this hideout for hours, and is sweating like crazy under her wig.
"I could have taken them," Dinah objects.
"I know." he turns and faced her, showing a face almost entirely covered by a cowl, not even the eyes showing under white lensed panels. "You're an outstanding hand-to-hand combatant. I've been watching you."
"Watching me?" She feels fists forming at her hips. Watching her? Watching her? "I'm not a criminal."
"But I had to be sure about that," he said, his voice as ever infuriatingly steady. "Just as I had to be sure that your methods weren't going to cause me trouble or get in my way. Your mother's friends taught you well, Dinah."
The punch hits home again, but this time Dinah's on the same level at him, staring him straight in the face, having just been denied the satisfaction of a good fight. She wants to scream at him- and right now, she could scream loud enough to throw him against a wall - but instead she throws a punch.
Which he blocks.
He blocks.
And in the same instant, punches her back.
She's so shocked she doesn't even blink until after he's swept away.
She's been tracing them for days: shadowing both in and out of costume, breaking into her Dad's now-empty office, rifling through her Mom's notes, She planned this, knew how it was going to go down, had a system, wanted to grill that one for more information after taking down all his buddies. She knew what she was doing.
Then the stupid stupid Bat showed up, gave them one look, and they spilled everything and ran away.
"I think I'm saving you a fight," he says, watching them run. Dinah scowls and forces her hand down from an itch on her scalp. She's been staking out this hideout for hours, and is sweating like crazy under her wig.
"I could have taken them," Dinah objects.
"I know." he turns and faced her, showing a face almost entirely covered by a cowl, not even the eyes showing under white lensed panels. "You're an outstanding hand-to-hand combatant. I've been watching you."
"Watching me?" She feels fists forming at her hips. Watching her? Watching her? "I'm not a criminal."
"But I had to be sure about that," he said, his voice as ever infuriatingly steady. "Just as I had to be sure that your methods weren't going to cause me trouble or get in my way. Your mother's friends taught you well, Dinah."
The punch hits home again, but this time Dinah's on the same level at him, staring him straight in the face, having just been denied the satisfaction of a good fight. She wants to scream at him- and right now, she could scream loud enough to throw him against a wall - but instead she throws a punch.
Which he blocks.
He blocks.
And in the same instant, punches her back.
She's so shocked she doesn't even blink until after he's swept away.