Title: Almost like the mob
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: MAHAHAHA, you're funny!
Distribution: link. me.
Note: Long awaited, I know, surry surry.
Barbara looks at me intently, "Do you remember when you were with Reese last?" I nod my head, hearing a slight growl come from Dinah's direction. How endearing in that...gutteral animalistic way.
"Well, apparently you two weren't alone. Reese just contacted me saying that he suspected an eavesdropper, someone else knows about the plan to stop the Ring."
"So, you're telling me, all our stratagizing and hard working and not to mention MY many, many hours spent with the super cop was for nothing?" By now, I'm pacing and trying to keep my migrane down.
"If you want to be blunt, yes."
"So what are we supposed to do now?" Dinah asks firmly, "We're not just going to let a bunch of underground thugs take over New Gotham."
"If we don't come up with a new plan, we're going to be forced to," Barbara rolls out, motioning for us to do the same, "These are not just your regular thugs..."
"Right, because thugs have layers." I mutter as we follow her down the ramp into the main room.
"It seems that these guys knew what they were getting into. They have connections all over," she pauses to show us a couple pictures of suspects on the flat screen, "including some of the most well known businessesmen. I have a feeling that they've been planning this for awhile, taking the time to gather the muscle and brains."
I study a couple of the faces, recognizing some of the more well-to-do characters.
Running a hand through her hair, the blond reiterates, "That still doesn't tell us what we're going to do."
I turn around, raising my brow, "'We,'" I point to Barbara and myself, "are going to handle it. You are going to stay here and get some sleep for school."
"Helena, I appreciate your albeit, poorly displayed concern but if you don't get all the help you can get, there will be no school." That came out a lot more mature than I expected. Usually she just calls me a bitch then hides the peanut butter from me the morning after.
"She's right. Besides, I'm pretty sure we all know that Dinah can handle herself." Barbara gives a little smirk.
I scoff and she stands there smugly when we suddenly realize the implications of that remark.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" We say in unison.
Facing towards the computer she coughs, "Ah, nothing. Nothing."
We're all standing around, thinking to ourselves, when Oracle speaks up, "So now that the Ring knows what we were planning to do, they're probably change what they're going to do."
"But how are we supposed to know what they're going to do? I mean, if they know we're on them they could change the whole plan, even hiding out for awhile longer. They've waited all this time, what's another week or two?" Dinah brought up.
"I'm pretty sure that if they're going to do anything, they're going to do it soon," all eyes turn to me. Leaning against the desk I continue, "I mean, these guys are supposed to be pros right? They're incorporating the biggest and the best, it's organized crime. And when you're dealing with these kinda guys, they have to be, well, organized."
They're still giving me blank stares.
"Ok...I'll put it this way, they have a deadline. You make a deadline, you keep it."
Comprehension washes over their faces.
Dinah scrunches her forehead, "So, exactly when was the deadline?"
Barbara, after typing something into the computer quickly, replies, "In three days."
"So we have three days to figure out where these guys are going to strike, devise a new means of attack, and prepare for the fight?" The teen eyed us.
I nod as Oracle mumbles, "Yeah."
She exhales, dropping herself into the chair behind her, "Cool, this is kinda like my history paper," we both turn our heads to her, "which I so finished like weeks-ages-ago."
Barbara focuses on the computer once more and I say to her as I walk towards the kitchen, "Good answer."
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I'm sitting on the kitchen island, snacking on a well deserved pb&j sandwhich when Dinah strolls in, snatching the sandwhich from me.
"Hey!"
She stands infront of the fridge, looking up at me, "'We,'" pausing to take a bite, then says in a little whiny voice, "'are going to handle it. You are going to stay here and blah blah blah.'"
I jump off the counter, "Would you please drop it, you're in. Don't rub it in." I'm trying to open the door for a glass of milk, when she pushes it closed using her whole body. "Aw come on, what's the problem now..."
Setting the sandwhich aside, her eyes stare straight into mine. She gives me her best pouty look, "You never said sorry."
Grinning, I lean into her, my lips hovering over hers. Inching my way with every word, I drawl, "I...am...soooo...sorry." Our lips touch briefly, just enough contact to get her to shut her eyes. "Will you ever forgive me?"
She mumbles something like a 'mmhmm,' wrapping her arms around my neck, crushing our lips together. Doesn't hurt that the woman's a good kisser.
Ensnaring her upper lip between my teeth, I smile to myself, then pull back. She blinks, a little dazed, and I give her a grunt.
"Wha?" she breathes.
"Can I have my drink now?" Smirking, she sticks her tongue at me, then moves out of the way. "Oh, so mature Dinah." She rolls her eyes and heads to her room.
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**a/n: I know this took long...been busy. surry.
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: MAHAHAHA, you're funny!
Distribution: link. me.
Note: Long awaited, I know, surry surry.
Barbara looks at me intently, "Do you remember when you were with Reese last?" I nod my head, hearing a slight growl come from Dinah's direction. How endearing in that...gutteral animalistic way.
"Well, apparently you two weren't alone. Reese just contacted me saying that he suspected an eavesdropper, someone else knows about the plan to stop the Ring."
"So, you're telling me, all our stratagizing and hard working and not to mention MY many, many hours spent with the super cop was for nothing?" By now, I'm pacing and trying to keep my migrane down.
"If you want to be blunt, yes."
"So what are we supposed to do now?" Dinah asks firmly, "We're not just going to let a bunch of underground thugs take over New Gotham."
"If we don't come up with a new plan, we're going to be forced to," Barbara rolls out, motioning for us to do the same, "These are not just your regular thugs..."
"Right, because thugs have layers." I mutter as we follow her down the ramp into the main room.
"It seems that these guys knew what they were getting into. They have connections all over," she pauses to show us a couple pictures of suspects on the flat screen, "including some of the most well known businessesmen. I have a feeling that they've been planning this for awhile, taking the time to gather the muscle and brains."
I study a couple of the faces, recognizing some of the more well-to-do characters.
Running a hand through her hair, the blond reiterates, "That still doesn't tell us what we're going to do."
I turn around, raising my brow, "'We,'" I point to Barbara and myself, "are going to handle it. You are going to stay here and get some sleep for school."
"Helena, I appreciate your albeit, poorly displayed concern but if you don't get all the help you can get, there will be no school." That came out a lot more mature than I expected. Usually she just calls me a bitch then hides the peanut butter from me the morning after.
"She's right. Besides, I'm pretty sure we all know that Dinah can handle herself." Barbara gives a little smirk.
I scoff and she stands there smugly when we suddenly realize the implications of that remark.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" We say in unison.
Facing towards the computer she coughs, "Ah, nothing. Nothing."
We're all standing around, thinking to ourselves, when Oracle speaks up, "So now that the Ring knows what we were planning to do, they're probably change what they're going to do."
"But how are we supposed to know what they're going to do? I mean, if they know we're on them they could change the whole plan, even hiding out for awhile longer. They've waited all this time, what's another week or two?" Dinah brought up.
"I'm pretty sure that if they're going to do anything, they're going to do it soon," all eyes turn to me. Leaning against the desk I continue, "I mean, these guys are supposed to be pros right? They're incorporating the biggest and the best, it's organized crime. And when you're dealing with these kinda guys, they have to be, well, organized."
They're still giving me blank stares.
"Ok...I'll put it this way, they have a deadline. You make a deadline, you keep it."
Comprehension washes over their faces.
Dinah scrunches her forehead, "So, exactly when was the deadline?"
Barbara, after typing something into the computer quickly, replies, "In three days."
"So we have three days to figure out where these guys are going to strike, devise a new means of attack, and prepare for the fight?" The teen eyed us.
I nod as Oracle mumbles, "Yeah."
She exhales, dropping herself into the chair behind her, "Cool, this is kinda like my history paper," we both turn our heads to her, "which I so finished like weeks-ages-ago."
Barbara focuses on the computer once more and I say to her as I walk towards the kitchen, "Good answer."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm sitting on the kitchen island, snacking on a well deserved pb&j sandwhich when Dinah strolls in, snatching the sandwhich from me.
"Hey!"
She stands infront of the fridge, looking up at me, "'We,'" pausing to take a bite, then says in a little whiny voice, "'are going to handle it. You are going to stay here and blah blah blah.'"
I jump off the counter, "Would you please drop it, you're in. Don't rub it in." I'm trying to open the door for a glass of milk, when she pushes it closed using her whole body. "Aw come on, what's the problem now..."
Setting the sandwhich aside, her eyes stare straight into mine. She gives me her best pouty look, "You never said sorry."
Grinning, I lean into her, my lips hovering over hers. Inching my way with every word, I drawl, "I...am...soooo...sorry." Our lips touch briefly, just enough contact to get her to shut her eyes. "Will you ever forgive me?"
She mumbles something like a 'mmhmm,' wrapping her arms around my neck, crushing our lips together. Doesn't hurt that the woman's a good kisser.
Ensnaring her upper lip between my teeth, I smile to myself, then pull back. She blinks, a little dazed, and I give her a grunt.
"Wha?" she breathes.
"Can I have my drink now?" Smirking, she sticks her tongue at me, then moves out of the way. "Oh, so mature Dinah." She rolls her eyes and heads to her room.
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**a/n: I know this took long...been busy. surry.