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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"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?"

"Or rival mobs," she says, leaning back to check for nearby fire escapes. "Maybe a deal going down. I'm going to have to get high to figure out what's going on."

"Have to be careful," Tommy points out. "They could have guys up top too. Or see you through skylights."

Starting her climb, Dinah looks at him sideways, and smirks.

"I'm always careful," she points out. "You coming with?"

"Hey, sometimes people aren't." Like his team. >>

"Of course."

Climbing fire escapes is a pain in heels, but Dinah's agile enough. There do turn out to be a couple of guys up top, that she spots by peering over carefully. Fortunately, they have their eyes up, looking for a Bat.

"Two," she says. "We should get them quietly. If I surprise them, can you get the guns?"

"Yeah," Tommy says, looking up too. "Now?"

Silently, she holds up a thumb and two fingers.

Three.

Two.

One.

Folding her thumb into a fist, she somersaults onto the roof, hitting the first gunmen neatly on the back of the neck and taking him down silently.

As soon as the thumb is down, Tommy's off, pulling the guns out of there hands as he runs.

The second guy has just enough time to wonder what happened to his gun, but not enough time to raise the alarm before Dinah's on him, bringing him down as well.

It's much, much easier with a meta on her side.

Grinning at Tommy, she drops to a skylight and peers in.

Tommy grins back, and follows her lead, peering in beside her.

There are a lot of people milling about below them, and Dinah frowns.

"Looks like an exchange of goods," she says. "Which is kind of good, because I'm really not prepared for bringing down any big bosses right now."

"I don't think I'm really qualified, either," Tommy points out. "Not my world. But I'd help."

"Not if it's start a gang war in my city, you wouldn't," she hisses back.

"OK, see that guy and that guy? They're the muscle, and they're probably expecting a cape to show up so get them down quickly. They might even be metas. Those bags there contain the money and goods; they need to get to the police station, but if they just disappear everyone will open fire on each other."

"Right, sorry.

"So how do you want to handle this?"

Dinah makes a tiny tapping noise with her tongue as she works it out.

"OK," she says finally. "I'm gonna scream, should disorient them and focus them on me. Can you get the bags out? We can drop them at the police station after."

In other words: Dinah runs distraction, Tommy gets the goods.

"I can definitely get the bags out," Tommy assures her. "And if you tell me where the station is, I can have 'em there and back before anything happens, pretty much."

She gives the directions, quickly but fairly accurately.

"I'll be OK for a few seconds, anyway."

All she has to do is to not let anyone get killed. "Ready?"

"Ready."

He mimics her hand motions from before: two fingers and a thumb.

Three.

Two.

One.

And he's gone, running to grab the bags and run them to the station.

On three, Dinah spins around so she's sitting facing forward, knees drawn up. On two, she leans back and lifts her feet.

After one, she rolls forward, jamming her heel through the skylight and sending herself forward. Before the shouting can start, she screams.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

By the time she's landed, the nearest guns aren't much of a problem, and it's just her against a gang of heavies.

She doesn't use her cry again, settling into the barehanded fight comfortably.

Tommy's back ~~in a flash~~ after a few seconds, and then he joins in, taking after a particularly large guy with a combination of some of the judo moves Dinah's been helping him with and superspeed.

[[Sorry about the slow; I was at a swim meet all evening.]]

Dinah usually fights with intense, quiet concentration, making up for her lack of relevant powers with pinpoint accuracy and above normal speed, but she notices Tommy using her moves, and grins suddenly.

"Hey, that was really good!" she shouts, while flooring another guy purely on instinct.

"Thanks!" he calls back, darting around another guy to confuse him and then taking him out from behind.

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