There’s no reason for her to sneak out of the house the way she does: on her tiptoes, quietly collecting her things in a rush — careful to not wake him up because what could be worse than looking up to see the man you’re sneaking out on without so much as a word staring —
@InArgumentation — her voice natural, and continues to play with her handcuffs just to keep herself busy.
“Right. Speaking of ‘Black Canary’, you realize this is about to get the attention of the press very soon, I hope.”
Possibly also some super-powered friends of hers, but she —
@untodevil — smoking right outside. “I hear something about illegal guns around here. You two would happen to know anything about that?”
Before they can reach their guns, Dinah moves to throw a kick to the closest one, and maneuvers with its force, driving her elbow right into the other.
@untodevil — with pretty much a Tech Goddess, and a quick text to Oracle gets her more information dumped than she could hope for.
The roar of the engine dies down as Dinah’s bike comes to a stop right in front of the abandoned shop.
“Hey, fellas,” she calls to the two men “casually” —
Oh, my God. I... might've phrased it wrong there. We don't /need/ to do anything. The séance is something we do to commune with our ancestors.
Guess I really am tired, huh?
We could always ask her. Later, I mean, after your trial. Because, you know, we're gonna need to do a séance.
Fine. As the West Virginian between us, I'll take the blame for this one instance.
I kinda had to. Cook, I mean. When my mom got sick, I took care of her during the day while my dad was at work in Morgantown.
Alright. Let's not make this sappy. Time to thaw the dough. This is where hell breaks loose.