Dinah Laurel Lance (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
raptorcanaria) wrote2010-11-02 09:05 pm
raptorcanaria) wrote2010-11-02 09:05 pm
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Wayne Manor is, it turns out, surprisingly easy to approach on a lone motorcycle. Dinah expected more intense security and maybe one of those gates you have to speak your name into before you're even allowed on the approaching road.
Instead she rides right up to the building and rings the front doorbell.
"Flowers for Mr. Wayne."
The door is answered by a tall, well spoken, honest-to-God gentleman's butler, who holds his hand out for the bouquet. "I'll make sure he gets them."
...and he's actually British, as well! Dinah immediately thinks that's adorable. But that doesn't mean she's going to let him take the flowers. Despite herself, she holds on to the stems and inserts her foot into the door, smiling.
"We at Dinah Lance Flowers like to put the flowers into the recipient's hand. It's our quality guarantee."
"I'm afraid Master Bruce is out right now, Miss. I'll assure you, if you gave them to me, no one will." He glances down at the foot over the threshold and up to Dinah's innocent face. "You're not a photographer, are you?"
She doesn't get the reference, obviously, and shakes her head. "Why don't you tell him I'm here?"
"I'm afraid He'll be quite some time..."
"I'll wait."
The butler takes a momet in which he appears to be assessing the situation, and he gives her an second, apprasiing look. "Hwy do I get the feeling that this ishn't about flowers?"
"Because you're remarkably asute and there's no keeping secrets from you?" Dinah suggests.
She looks at him. He looks at her.
"I'm going to need to shut the door while I see if he's returned," Jeeves says after a moment. She raises an eyebrow, and aquiesces.
It's less than a minute before the door re-opens.
"Mister Wayne will be with you in a few moments, Miss Lance. Do come in."
Gaining entrance to the manor, Dinah relinuishes the flowers to the butler's care hiwl she's shown into a parlour the size of her whole apartment. There, she flops down into a large leather armchair. While she waits for Bruce to show up, she removes the portfolio of papers from inside her leather jacket.
Before Bruce Wayne turns up, Dinah's aware of someone else in the room, watching her. Twisting around, she spies a boy who looks about fourteen, bbut she knows him to be older, standing in the door and watching her.
"You're Dinah?"
"Right," she says, "and you're..." wait, what was the kid's name? "Dick, right?"
"That's me," and he flips backwards into a handstand as naturally as someone would shift their weight from foot to foot. "Are you goin go ask Bruce to join the League?"
Dinah is shocked into a silent second before replying. "That's not up to me, you know."
Dick frowns, clearly unhappy with thisidea while he continues bending his feet back until he's in an arch on all fours. He looks about to says soemthing else when he's interupted.
"Dick," Bruce – who Dinah thinks now only looks a little bit like Bruce from the bar, is tying up a robe as he enters. He looks like he's between changes, and she's willing to lay money that he had to get out of her cotume to see her. "If they wanted Batman, they hae ways of contacting Batman. This is about Bruce Wayne, am I right?"
Dinah nods, and Dick looks sullen, for like a second. It doesn't suit his face anyway. Then he flips over and over, into another handstand, interested, but not enough to sit down. Bruce, however, takes a seat opposite Dinah.
"I'm not the anonymous funder of your League," he tells her, without preamble. "And I don't know who is."
As much as Dinah suspects he's lying on the second, she grins and shakes her head. "That's not it either, Bruce.
"I need to warn you about the earthquake."
...
"Earthquake?"
She opens the folder and spills out the contents, the maps from the USGs, the tectonic data and the graphs she's still not sure she understands. "Gotham's on a faultline."
"Gotham's on limestone."
She shrugs. "Yes, but it's on a faultline. Look."
He does, and he's silent for a few minutes. Eventually, even Dick has made his way over, peering over Bruce's shoulder.
"You think there might be an earthquake?"
"I know there will be," Dinah says. "In about ten years time."
Bruce barely moves his head to look up at her. "How do you know this?"
"Time travel."
It's hard to tell if he approves or not, but he does accept it. "What do you want me to do about it?"
"You own a good portion of the buildings in the city, right?" says Dinah. "You can make sure they're reinforced."
"For an earthquake? In Gotham?"
"Bruce..." She's sure she doesn't need to tell him how devastating an earthquake would be if it hit the island city, with the buildings as they are.
He nods. "I already have."
"You have?"
"Dinah," it's the first time he's used her first name. "I have geological surveys carried out every time Wayne Enterprises builds a new building. I know about the faultline. Knowing that the quake is an inevitability just means I will redouble my efforts to secure the city. Thank you."
And with that, the biggest burden is taken off her shoulders.
Instead she rides right up to the building and rings the front doorbell.
"Flowers for Mr. Wayne."
The door is answered by a tall, well spoken, honest-to-God gentleman's butler, who holds his hand out for the bouquet. "I'll make sure he gets them."
...and he's actually British, as well! Dinah immediately thinks that's adorable. But that doesn't mean she's going to let him take the flowers. Despite herself, she holds on to the stems and inserts her foot into the door, smiling.
"We at Dinah Lance Flowers like to put the flowers into the recipient's hand. It's our quality guarantee."
"I'm afraid Master Bruce is out right now, Miss. I'll assure you, if you gave them to me, no one will." He glances down at the foot over the threshold and up to Dinah's innocent face. "You're not a photographer, are you?"
She doesn't get the reference, obviously, and shakes her head. "Why don't you tell him I'm here?"
"I'm afraid He'll be quite some time..."
"I'll wait."
The butler takes a momet in which he appears to be assessing the situation, and he gives her an second, apprasiing look. "Hwy do I get the feeling that this ishn't about flowers?"
"Because you're remarkably asute and there's no keeping secrets from you?" Dinah suggests.
She looks at him. He looks at her.
"I'm going to need to shut the door while I see if he's returned," Jeeves says after a moment. She raises an eyebrow, and aquiesces.
It's less than a minute before the door re-opens.
"Mister Wayne will be with you in a few moments, Miss Lance. Do come in."
Gaining entrance to the manor, Dinah relinuishes the flowers to the butler's care hiwl she's shown into a parlour the size of her whole apartment. There, she flops down into a large leather armchair. While she waits for Bruce to show up, she removes the portfolio of papers from inside her leather jacket.
Before Bruce Wayne turns up, Dinah's aware of someone else in the room, watching her. Twisting around, she spies a boy who looks about fourteen, bbut she knows him to be older, standing in the door and watching her.
"You're Dinah?"
"Right," she says, "and you're..." wait, what was the kid's name? "Dick, right?"
"That's me," and he flips backwards into a handstand as naturally as someone would shift their weight from foot to foot. "Are you goin go ask Bruce to join the League?"
Dinah is shocked into a silent second before replying. "That's not up to me, you know."
Dick frowns, clearly unhappy with thisidea while he continues bending his feet back until he's in an arch on all fours. He looks about to says soemthing else when he's interupted.
"Dick," Bruce – who Dinah thinks now only looks a little bit like Bruce from the bar, is tying up a robe as he enters. He looks like he's between changes, and she's willing to lay money that he had to get out of her cotume to see her. "If they wanted Batman, they hae ways of contacting Batman. This is about Bruce Wayne, am I right?"
Dinah nods, and Dick looks sullen, for like a second. It doesn't suit his face anyway. Then he flips over and over, into another handstand, interested, but not enough to sit down. Bruce, however, takes a seat opposite Dinah.
"I'm not the anonymous funder of your League," he tells her, without preamble. "And I don't know who is."
As much as Dinah suspects he's lying on the second, she grins and shakes her head. "That's not it either, Bruce.
"I need to warn you about the earthquake."
...
"Earthquake?"
She opens the folder and spills out the contents, the maps from the USGs, the tectonic data and the graphs she's still not sure she understands. "Gotham's on a faultline."
"Gotham's on limestone."
She shrugs. "Yes, but it's on a faultline. Look."
He does, and he's silent for a few minutes. Eventually, even Dick has made his way over, peering over Bruce's shoulder.
"You think there might be an earthquake?"
"I know there will be," Dinah says. "In about ten years time."
Bruce barely moves his head to look up at her. "How do you know this?"
"Time travel."
It's hard to tell if he approves or not, but he does accept it. "What do you want me to do about it?"
"You own a good portion of the buildings in the city, right?" says Dinah. "You can make sure they're reinforced."
"For an earthquake? In Gotham?"
"Bruce..." She's sure she doesn't need to tell him how devastating an earthquake would be if it hit the island city, with the buildings as they are.
He nods. "I already have."
"You have?"
"Dinah," it's the first time he's used her first name. "I have geological surveys carried out every time Wayne Enterprises builds a new building. I know about the faultline. Knowing that the quake is an inevitability just means I will redouble my efforts to secure the city. Thank you."
And with that, the biggest burden is taken off her shoulders.