Dinah Laurel Lance (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
raptorcanaria) wrote2008-07-11 07:34 am
raptorcanaria) wrote2008-07-11 07:34 am
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Something weird but not too weird happens with time when Dinah's in Milliways. It doesn't stop, but it might well do. She's beginning to suspect that maybe there's some greater force at work about the timing that means she can spend hours at the bar at a time without her parents ever worrying about why she's spending so much time alone in her room.
Not that they ever have.
Dinah. Is not. Resentful.
She shuts the closet door just as there's a the faint sound of magic downstairs and she hears voices: a few voices, but the first one she really recognises is Carter. So instead of staying up in her room and reading, Junior puts on her standard I-love-my-uncles smile and bounces down to see them.
"If I'd know you were all coming back I'd've put the coffee on," she says cheerfully when she's halfway down. It's easy to be mad at her mother for perceived neglect, but all that is thrown out for her uncles.
"Hi, Junior," Ted - Wildcat- says, as his large arms enfold around her. But it's not a hug of I'm-glad-to-see-my-niece. It's tight, possessive, and at the same time ridiculously gentle for a large man who knows exactly what his student can take. Dinah pulls back out of the hug and peers up into his face. For a fleeting moment, she sees a fond but sad smile, and then it's gone, and all that remains is sadness.
"What's wro..."
She turns around. They're all there: Carter, Alan, Wesley, Rex, Kent, Charles, even the other Ted, who doesn't come over often. Johnny has his arm around her mother's shoulders, and her head is turned away and down, the wig obscuring her face. All in costume, all the men with their masks off. And all (except Charles) looking at Dinah Jr with the same mixed expression: regret, sadness, and above all of that, pity. Pity for her.
Dinah actually physically feels the warmth drain out of her body.
"Where's Daddy?"
Not that they ever have.
Dinah. Is not. Resentful.
She shuts the closet door just as there's a the faint sound of magic downstairs and she hears voices: a few voices, but the first one she really recognises is Carter. So instead of staying up in her room and reading, Junior puts on her standard I-love-my-uncles smile and bounces down to see them.
"If I'd know you were all coming back I'd've put the coffee on," she says cheerfully when she's halfway down. It's easy to be mad at her mother for perceived neglect, but all that is thrown out for her uncles.
"Hi, Junior," Ted - Wildcat- says, as his large arms enfold around her. But it's not a hug of I'm-glad-to-see-my-niece. It's tight, possessive, and at the same time ridiculously gentle for a large man who knows exactly what his student can take. Dinah pulls back out of the hug and peers up into his face. For a fleeting moment, she sees a fond but sad smile, and then it's gone, and all that remains is sadness.
"What's wro..."
She turns around. They're all there: Carter, Alan, Wesley, Rex, Kent, Charles, even the other Ted, who doesn't come over often. Johnny has his arm around her mother's shoulders, and her head is turned away and down, the wig obscuring her face. All in costume, all the men with their masks off. And all (except Charles) looking at Dinah Jr with the same mixed expression: regret, sadness, and above all of that, pity. Pity for her.
Dinah actually physically feels the warmth drain out of her body.
"Where's Daddy?"