raptorcanaria | [OOM: Crimefighting date in Gotham]

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[OOM: Crimefighting date in Gotham]

Dinah's room would be fairly sparse, except for a bad habit of hers to leave clothes scattered on the floor: school clothes, sports clothes and fishnets mingle together where she's left them, and it's only the realisation that she can't move faster than Tommy can see that stops her racing to hide the underwear she swears wasn't there when she left.

Other than that; her bed is made,her writing desk is covered in homework, and a Justice Society fan poster older than Dinah herself is pinned above the bed. Photos of her uncles out of costume cover the pinboard above her desk, and the only framed photograph an early one of her parents; her mother in costume and her Dad obviously pleased to be on the arm of the Black Canary.

"And this is my room," Dinah says quietly, shutting her closet door behind her and Tommy. "Can you race out without my Mom catching you?"

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Tommy winces a little. "Oooh, ouch. But it's cool you worked through it, right?"

"Oh yeah," Dinah agrees quickly. "Really cool. She doesn't like it, but she's given up trying to stop me. Now she's just all pushy about it."

"That's what parents do, though, right?" he asks, pleasantly. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he's watching Gotham as much as he's watching Dinah. He's curious.

"I guess."

Gotham is, around here, much like any other city; Dinah lives in a neat working class neighbourhood, peppered with few local stores, but she's leading him deeper into the city, and the occurrences of vandalism and abandoned worn down buildings begin to pick up. She's heading deep into the nearest slums.

It's a lot like New York, too; similar enough that it gives Tommy a little pause. The weird thing, though, is that the farther into the slums they go, the less like New York it feels, even though it looks more similar.

Maybe it just smells different or something.

"This is your stomping ground?"

"Sometimes I go deeper in," she says. "But that requires taking the bus. I swear I'm going to have to get myself a bike if I'm going to do this properly."

She gives a small, helpless shrug and nods towards a particularly derelict building. I'm going to get into costume."

"Alright," Tommy says. He changed into his back in Milliways, so he's good. "I'll keep on the lookout."

She nods and heads off - not that it takes long, the harder part is stashing her street clothes - coming back in a few minutes in full costume.

"I just don't like coming out of my house in costume. Defeats the point of a disguise."

"Definitely. It's what we have the clubhouse for." He refuses to say 'had.'

Of course.

"Exactly," she agrees, taking just a second to pull up her fishnets. It's a little self-conscious making, with him here. It hadn't been before.

"If I gave away my identity, my Mom really would kill me."

She's moving more stealthily now though, sticking to the shadows, and keeping an ear out for trouble.

He's not watching her or anything; he's really trying to be good.

"I'd give her away too, right?" Tommy says quietly, following her, darting a little ahead and then darting back to watch out.

"Only if you made a habit of it," Dinah replies. "You can at least use your power to not be seen."

[[Meant to type "It'd." Oops.]]

"Yeah," he says, peeking around a corner in front of her. At least this is good practice for New York.

[OOC: *shifty* I knew that]

They don't need to go far before running into the kind of trouble they were looking for: three tough looking guys menacing a scared looking woman not much older than our heroes. One already has her held from behind, another in the act of snatching her purse when the costumed types appear on the scene.

Tommy zips in, taking the purse and the woman away from the baddy to give Dinah an opening to beat up on the muggers, grinning all the while.

The woman gasps in surprise, and then in relief to be whisked away like that. The muggers, however, just shout out in surprise and anger, and one of them swears loudly, cursing 'the bat'.

Dinah, smirking from Tommy's move, flexes her knuckle as she steps forward.

"He'd look terrible in heels," she says, and they lunge at her.

A few minutes later, she's dusting herself down. "They're not always that weak," she says, almost apologetic.

"It's okay. It was a good start, you know?"

"Yeah."

She nods to the woman and suggests she "call the police", before offering a hand to Tommy to head back out of the alley.

"Some nights it's all muggings. Which can be boring."

"It's not bad," Tommy says, squeezing her hand. "Maybe there'll be robots or something."

"We dont' get many kiler robots in Gotham," Dinah says thoughtfully. "We're more your psycho killer mindgames town."

"Ugh, let's hope we don't run into many of those?" Even Tommy remembers when they brought Spiderman in.

"Hoping so," Dinah says. "They weird me out, so I leave them to Batman."

"Don't blame you... I don't want to get anywhere near to neurotoxins if I can help it."

"So, we'll stick to muggers," Dinah confirms, but she slows down suddenly.

Ahead of them is a large, abandoned factory, with a couple of large, suited gentlemen standing outside, both with guns and both looking out of place in this neighbourhood.

Dinah heads abruptly into a side street and stops.

Tommy follows her lead and is waiting when she gets there.

"Mob?"

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