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New Gotham City, Saturday evening
Pool cue
blondecanary
"Weren't all you heartless CEO types supposed to have gone underground in 2008?" Dinah asked the man trapped in the car with her.

Mr. Fisher had been about to gut his employees' retirement accounts and flee to Aruba when his car broke down... and Dinah conveniently appeared in one of Helena's cars to offer him a lift to the gas station. Only the conversation wasn't going quite how he'd expected when he'd seen fishnets on the driver, and not paid any attention to the hood over her face.

(She was never, ever, telling anyone she knew that she'd resorted to the fishnets to hook a bad guy.)

Now he was much more concerned with getting out of trouble. "I had to do it! I'm being blackmailed!"

In which this conversation has tragic potential consequences, Dinah goes to mitigate damage, and Mr. Fisher isn't the only one trapped.Collapse )

[ooc: WARNING: For canon-level violence, and threats of suicide.
Thanks to bearmaidenfair for beta'ing, and Ana's Happy Preplay Coder for the template.
Characters, plot (and some dialogue) taken from Birds of Prey comic #56, "Of Like Minds" by Gail Simone.
To Be Continued!. ]

New Gotham City, Saturday evening (later that night)
New Gotham
blondecanary
Continued from part 1 here.

When Dinah woke up, she was handcuffed to a bed, comm earrings and necklace missing, and her lower legs were beating out a steady rhythm of pain.

Creote came in for a minute; Dinah whispered what she thought of him in English, Spanish, what few Japanese curse words she knew, and every other swear word in every language she could dredge up. Her throat was too swollen to even think about the Canary Cry. When he put a hand over her mouth to make her quieter, she bit him. Which may not have been smart; trying to telepathically get into his head might have helped, for however long that could've lasted. With her gloves on and wrists cuffed, she hadn't a chance of grabbing anyone to try.

But it was really satisfying anyway. And he went away. For long enough for her to get very nervous.

"...she bites," she heard Creote complaining outside the door.

"And she's a biter, evidently," Savant said, sounding amused. "Now, I don't want either one of you upsetting her. Let me do that."

Dinah's a prisoner, Savant's more than a little nuts, Fisher's guilt-stricken, and Oracle must be freaking out back at the Clocktower.Collapse )


[ooc: WARNING: For canon-level violence, and threats of torture.
Thanks to Ana's Happy Preplay Coder for the template.
Characters, plot (and some dialogue) taken from Birds of Prey comic #57 & #58, "Of Like Minds" by Gail Simone.
Almost finished-- one more To Be Continued! ]

New Gotham City, Saturday evening (and yet still later that night)
Angry
blondecanary
[Previous posts here and here.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow freaking ow. Hand hurty. Legs... ugh. And get ready....

Rolling office chair. Candelabra. Open door.

Set.

Footsteps outside, coming closer. A pause of surprise at seeing the bed empty of Dinah.

GO!Collapse )


[ooc: WARNING: For canon-level violence.
Thanks to Ana's Happy Preplay Coder for the template.
Characters, plot (and some dialogue) taken from Birds of Prey comic #58 & #59, "Of Like Minds" by Gail Simone.
DONE! ]

The Clocktower, Saturday night ( after all fighting)
*pout*
blondecanary
So. Fisher had come back and helped them because Savant had let slip that his wife and kids were in the wine cellar. He was now very sorry and definitely paying back the money he'd been about to take off with.

Savant had been hauled off by the police, along with Creote, on charges of kidnapping and blackmail, and of course, evaluation for Arkham.

Dr. Leslie Thompkins had set Dinah's thumb (ow), and put casts on both legs (Ooooooow), pronouncing the damage as hairline fractures of the tibia. No concussion, but an ice-bag for her throat. And a certain amount of drugs that had her feeling sulky and loopy when Dr. Leslie said she had to stay off her feet for six weeks.

"Don't you dare get up," Barbara threatened her. "You have telekinesis and we have a butler. Stay on the couch!"

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