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Taystee Diner and bits of its street, New Gotham, Valentine's Day
Priestly and Dinah had had plans, darnit. Romantic, schmoopy, sexy plans! ... which were now foiled, at least temporarily, by Priestly's day-job-boss, who had him working late. Bah.

So, if Priestly couldn't come to the Valentine's Day, it was going to him!

Okay, that was for later. But it was under the coat, and it was going to motivate him to close up the Diner as fast as he could.

[ooc: for the boyfriendBFFguy, with a guest appearance on its way.]

That catcall faded out into a scream, somewhere not too far away from them.

And then a second one, from another direction, along with the sounds of something flying through the air.

"Cupid, draw back your bowww," Carrie Cutter, aka Cupid sang to herself. And shot another coupley-couple, another romantic, ungrateful, blind, stupidly-in-love pair in the derriere. "And let, your arrow gooooooo."

ZING!

Excuse you, random passerby. They had apartments to get back to! And they could get a cab, maybe--

The scream made Dinah open her eyes, and then pull back just a little bit, starting to ask, "Do you hear--"

That second scream had her ducking and looking around wildly, because that was the sound of New Gotham mayhem starting up again. "Awww, COME ON!"

"Oh my god why does anyone live here?" Priestly wasn't quite as fast at the duck and weave. It still just wasn't instinctual. He stared as another couple got shot. "Are those arrows?!"

"I can't believe she has the nerve to show up here," Dinah fumed. "I can't believe I left my uniform at home!" She pulled them into a nearby alley, and under the overhang of a fire-escape for cover. "Can you see where she's shooting from?"

Funny, Dinah. It's like you know who this is.

Yeah, Priestly noticed that too. "All I'm seeing are people screaming." One of the first victims was still down on the ground, their date hovering above them, panicking. "Shit." Priestly tugged himself out of her grasp. "Shit, they need help."

And then he was dodging back out into the street.

"What? No, Priestly, wait!" Dinah made an ineffective grab at him when she turned back. He'd already gotten out of arm's reach while she'd been trying to narrow down where Cupid was perched. She'd pulled out her phone to let Barba know what was going on, and failed to pay attention to her fray-adjacent BFF. The call connected as she turned around, and yelled after him, "No, don't, that's the kill-zone! PRIESTLY!" And took off after him, ignoring her own advice.

Edited at 2017-02-15 04:39 am (UTC)

"Oooo, there's a pretty target."

Guess who Cupid had in her sights. She even leaned out a bit, so she could aim better.

"~Straight to my lover's heart, for meeeeee...~"

Fortunately, while she was a good shot, she wasn't that good a shot. You didn't have to be, when you tipped your arrows with poison.

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"Hey man." Priestly said, as he made it to the victim's side. "Got you in the ass, huh. Damn." He gave the guy and his date a cheeky grin. "You're gonna be alright, okay? I know it hurts --"

*thunk*

It was probably a bad sign when the feeling of an arrow smacking into you was familiar wasn't it.

The victim passed out. His date screamed bloody murder. Priestly looked down at the arrow sticking out of his shoulder and sighed.

"The fucking shoulder again?"

Then the pain hit.

"Priestly!" Someday, he wasn't going to do this: try to help someone and get hurt. Someday, he would quit doing that. It would be a sad day. If that day ever came. (But it would be a day that Dinah wasn't furious and worried and scared and pissed off and really really wanting to scream in, too. Maybe she felt about that day the way he'd feel about if she gave up crimefighting.)

Dinah got to Priestly's side 10 seconds after the arrow hit, and turned toward where the archer had to be, her body in between his and that line of sight. "Don't move don't move, don't move, remember last time?" Arrrgh. She did. "I am not going to pull that out this time! We are getting an EMT!"

That was getting her some weird looks. And some squawking from her phone. Dinah leaned her forehead against Priestly's as she lifted the phone to talk into. "Barbara, send an ambulance, send lots of ambulances to my location, Cupid's on a rampage--"

Somewhere in the background, Barbara could probably hear a woman shrieking about he dumped me! He was supposed to be my true love! And I know who to blame!

Dinah petted Priestly's hair and said, "I am going to kill that bitch, I really am."

"Yes, I remember last time!" Priestly said. Oh god, why did this hurt so much? Wasn't he supposed to be in shock a little longer? Last time he'd run all the way the rest of the way out of that weird hell dungeon room before he felt it.

And it didn't burn last time, did it?

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why the crazy arrow lady wants to kill you."

Also until the EMTs arrived. Oh hey, everything was getting swimmy. Maybe this was why the victim guy passed out. Priestly had figured it was shock but hey, swimminess might be it, too.

"I thin'th're mighta been somethin' on th'arrows."

Yeah, the crazy arrow lady might be ranting about Black Canary now. Very loudly. "I'm pretty sure that's Cupid. From Star City." Dinah grimaced, and shot a glare upward. Had Cupid run out of arrows? Well, no. But now they weren't hitting their targets. At all. Telekinesis was great, when Dinah knew where to aim it. Take that, stupid Cupid.

"And, uh, she's Green Arrow's-- stalker. And there've been rumors, off and on, about Green Arrow and Black Canary..." And you can probably fill in the blanks, there, Priestly. "Which are 100% false and I know for a fact that you are a much better kisser, and what do you mean something on the arrows?"

Oh, Priestly was so going to have to have words about rumors of superheroes in love, just as soon as his brain stopped skipping tracks on him and someone put out the fire in his arm.

He'd probably have fallen over by now if Dinah didn't have such a fierce, protective grip on him.

"Y're strong," he muttered, kind of into her leg. "'S one of what I love 'bout you. One of th' -- things. Di' I see Momo earlier?"

There was definitely something on those arrows.

"Nooo. I don't think so?" Dinah frowned, then shook her head. "No, if she was really here, we'd, uh. See her by now."

As she flew up to the top of the nearby building and punched out Cupid with her yo-yo, probably.

The sound of ambulances was getting closer, much to Dinah's extreme relief, and she looked around at the other people who were wounded. "..three, four. Okay. Okay. Nobody dead." Because reflexes of the average New Gothamite were *good* once they had some warning. "...I love you too, you know. Even when you keep getting shot while being a good Samaritan. Please stay awake, it freaks me out when you pass out."

One of the bystanders was looking at her weird; the other one just looked long-suffering, and muttered, "New Gotham."

Meanwhile, on top of the building, Cupid was working up to a really high level of rant.

"I mean it! Black Canary! I am calling you out!" Now Carrie was shooting arrows at random, letting her voice bounce off the nearby buildings and echo into the street. "You come up here and face me for my man! Arrow knows we belong together! He knows it in his heart! You are just a distraction! You are a whey-faced, cowardly--"

A bird-of-prey boomerang whizzed by, snapping the string on her bow, and Cupid startled, spinning toward a dark shadow that moved.

"Say that about my sister again," hissed one of the shadows.

With a tiny 'eep!' Cupid jumped down onto the nearest fire escape and yell out, "This isn't over!" Then eeped again as a weight jumped onto the fire escape after her, after which she just concentrated on getting the hell out of there.

Oh hey, the creepy shouting stopped. That was nice.

"HI'm awake," Priestly promised, sagging even more firmly against Dinah. "I fuggin' hate arrows." He flopped the hand on the non-shot arm at the shaft still sticking out of his shoulder. That whole side didn't want to work properly anymore. "Thass my fav'rite shoulder!"

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