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The Clocktower, New Gotham City
So Dinah's new job was going well. Nikki and Peter had agreed to let her do some skip-tracing on the computer, and shadow them on a few other cases. So far, it was completely confirming her hope that private investigation was the job for her. Even the slow parts were interesting.

Granted, her irregular hours had been even *more* irregular lately, which was why she was crashing at the Tower this morning, instead of back at the apartment.

Also, there were waffles to be cajoled out of Alfred.

[ooc: expecting someone, but open for phone calls/texts.]

"As long as we get evidence, they can go any way they want." Dinah grinned at him. "And maybe this time no one will kidnap or threaten you while you're here."

But where's the fun in that?

"Well, not any more," Priestly said. "You just jinxed it."

Dinah made an attempt to steal his hash browns. "Stick with me, it'll all work out."

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