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Outside the Clocktower, New Gotham City, Friday evening
Dinah checked her watch, checked the alley, and really hoped the portal would be on time, and that Triela had remembered to catch it. Maybe she should've called?

[for an Italian gun girl]

"I don't think I did know that," Dinah said, but started cleaning up the mess from the food. "if you're sure..."

Alfred came in and tutted at them with only one pot left, and shooed them out to have fun.

"C'mon." Dinah stopped at the Clock first, though, to show Triela the view. "My city." The sun was just starting to set, lighting up the sky in pinks and golds. "Pick a building, we'll head there."

Triela looked out thoughtfully. "There." She pointed at an old Gothic-style building with a flat, open rooftop.

Dinah grinned. "One Metro Plaza; cop shop central, here we come."

She lead Triela out of the Clocktower and down onto the street, feet nearly dancing as they headed for the Metro station two blocks down. "A couple guys who work with us keep threatening to take me train-surfing on this too," she said, climbing the stairs up to the station. "But we would so get busted in four blocks, they monitor it pretty carefully."

She took a breath; it wouldn't help to avoid the subject. "Can I visit you, when you go back to Rome?"

"Of course," Triela grinned. "I'd love to have you meet the other girls."

Dinah's face lights up, not quite as brightly as the idea of Triela getting cured, but still. It's something.

The ride is uneventful, for the most part. There have been times when some of Gotham's scarier denizens have climbed on, but not tonight. They disembark at the One Metro station, and Dinah looks up, and up, then spins. "Center of the city!" She grinned at Triela. "We swing down on top of it. Sometimes." She tilted her head. "Want to race me to Amusement Mile? They have the best funnel cakes."

"I'm pretty sure that you knowing where we're going gives you an advantage," Triela snorts.

Though Triela figured that she'd probably win despite that.

"C'mon, you can at least see the Miracle Ferris Wheel from here," Dinah wheedled, pointing toward the bay, where it was starting to light up. "And I gotta have *some* edge, it's my home turf!"

"True. Otherwise it'd just be humiliating."

Triela smirked. "You're on."

Dinah stuck out her tongue, but was already jogging in place, turning toward the curb and calling over her shoulder, "Ready--"

And then taking off through a break in the traffic, snickering.

Like Triela hadn't seen that coming.

Still, Dinah could take whatever advantages she could manage. She'd need them.

Triela took a moment to get her bearings and took off at an actual run, dodging around pedestrians without needing to break stride.

Dinah was picking up speed, and whipped around one corner to climb the steps to the Metro station, knowing that there was a way over the tracks here that would save her time.

By climbing on top of the ticket kiosk and leaping to the next walkway, to catcalls and a few commuter train officer yells. She wasn't going to check on Triela. Yet.

Triela didn't know any shortcuts, but she was fast.

Conspicuously fast, in fact. It wasn't that she was moving all-out, but moving at the equivalent of a spring wasn't something that many people could do for very long.

Especially not while dodging people who were yelling after her as she shot by.

Aaaaaand leap! And there was the fire escape down down down, then unrolled to let Dinah slap onto the top of a dumpster, vault off and down the street, two blocks ahead of Triela, if the view she'd gotten from above was still accurate.

Faster faster faster bus bench around the lamp faster--

The lights of the midway were fifteen blocks off. Faster!

Triela's way was actually working pretty well until she ran into the little fact that she had to cross traffic. She couldn't slow down, so she darted through.

She had to leap upward, planting her foot on the hood of a coup in order to get enough of a boost to launch herself onto the roof of a passing bus. That was enough for her to leap the last two lanes of traffic, tucking and rolling as she hit the sidewalk on the far side and came up into a sprint without missing a beat.

She wasn't sure where Dinah was, at this point, but she couldn't think about that. She had somewhere to be.


Traffic crap crap crap, Ooo--

Dinah hopped into the back of a flatbed going east for two blocks, caught her breath and hopped out again to run through a pocket-park, frightening the pigeons and gaining catcalls from the rollerbladers and skateboarders going up and down the steps.

She chanced a look behind her, and thought she saw Triela only one block behind.


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