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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]

While following Dinah to the rooftops would be easy enough, Triela figured it was unnecessary. She could see her goal, after all. Only eight blocks away. Two minutes at the most.

Easy enough.

Of course the crowd was thickening, so dodging around them wasn't really going to work for much longer. Oh well, running a few people over was probably okay.

Faster faster only seven blocks-- six blocks now-- to go!

At three blocks left, Dinah jumped onto the awning over the vegetable sellers (to the squawks of the owner), flipped down, and ran to the traffic circle right before Amusement Mile.

C'mon c'mon c'mon break traffic breeeak--

Triela was right behind her.

And wasn't waiting for a break in traffic.

She picked up speed, planted one foot, and made a literally inhuman leap. Fifteen feet up, and thirty-five feet forward, landing with a heavy thump on the far side.

"Well, damnit," Dinah muttered on the other side, biting her lip and bouncing on her toes. And hoping like hell that no one had a camera for that. Airwalking could've gotten her across, but yeah, no.

A break-- and she darted through traffic, fifty feet behind Triela, pouring on the speed and dodging around bystanders who were staring.

Fast enough, no one would get a look at their faces--

Almost at the entrance, but Triela was still a good thirty feet ahead--

And not slowing down, either. Triela wasn't the sort to get distracted by gloating.

Not until after she'd locked in her win, at least.

And then she had arrived. So she slammed to an abrupt stop. Going from sprint to standing nonchalantly and waiting for Dinah with a tiny, triumphant smirk.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Dinah said as she came up, panting, then very gently punched Triela in the arm. "Subtlety! You no has it!" But she was laughing.

"Says Miss Jumping-off-of-that-fountain."

Dinah had enough breath back to giggle still more, and looped her arm through Triela's, tugging her into the amusement fairway. "C'mon. Let's get lost in the crowd before someone asks us for our autographs for the 2012 track team." She grins. "Funnel cakes!"

"You're going to have to eat enough for both of us," Triela said with a grin, letting herself get dragged along.