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Room 312, Thursday late afternoon
After her spar with Tahiri, Dinah wound up with enough bruises and aches to need a break, and watching the episode of Darkest Night that she'd missed last night seemed like a good idea. Lying on her bed, she cued up the website on her laptop, and promptly started laughing four minutes into the ep.

"Oh, c'mon! He's just a big puppy!"

The door is open, and Dinah is giggly.

[and so is the post!]

"Ooooo," Dinah said, straightening. "You could! They have that class in Heroing, right? Maybe they'll have it again next term. Or, first aid, and hacking, stuff like that." She gave him a hopeful look. "In between the political theory. Which I'm going to go look up stuff for on Sunday, I think."

"Dude, I rule at political theory." He kind of didn't. "I should be your Alfred guy."

Dinah was totally thinking this would rule. "You could! Which means you get to drive the motorcycles and cars when they're not at crime scenes and stuff. And weapons! And and throwing parties... you would so rock at this."

"And I totally already know how to cook!"


Somewhere, Barbara was facepalming.

Dinah offered him a fistbump. "Superheroes Unite!"

"Fight the power!" Yeah, that totally wasn't entirely appropriate. Shut up, Priestly was still new to this superhero business.