Well, her most recent case was over. Dinah had gotten popcorn and swung by
Bab's for a girl's night in, but Babs was too busy coordinating the big JLA
sting. Bummer.
Now she was driving around town, trying to figure out who she could go to talk with. Cass was out on patrol and the boys were no good for talking with.
She saw that she was about to drive by that gargoyle Wingster had told her about. The one Babs had taken her first flight off of. Well, Wingster had said that it was a good listener, and she had nothing better to do...
"Hey there! I'm Dinah, otherwise known as that blond bombshell, the Black Canary. Ya'd think people would stop calling me that once they found out it was a dye job, but nooo."
Canary slumped down and used her popcorn to gesture. "Seems like that Bat thinks he owns Gotham. It's all, do this, don't do that, go here, go there." Dinah glanced down and realized that her wild gestures had spilt perfectly good popcorn all over. "Pity Gotham's so dirty that the three second rule can never apply. And it's not like the Bat was Gotham's first, anyways. Alan was here long before him. And the JSA was here for years. So what right does he have to order me around? Grrr.
"Okay, not thinking about Batman. Not thinking about Batman. Though he is kind of cute... NO! Not thinking about Batman, not thinking about Batman...
"Babs. She's a safe subject. I mean, she's like my best friend, but she's really gotta get out and live a little. She's always telling me I've got to be more cautious, but I'm young, vital, and wild. I could never deal with that snail pace she wants. Grrr...
"Hey, I've got a great idea. See that sign down there? This building you're sitting on is having a banquet next week. All I gotta due is slip it to Wingster and he'll get Babs to come dowm here. Eh, maybe it won't be that great, but at least it'll get her out of that tower.
"She and Wingster are so crazy for each other. I mean, I know they both deny it, but it's so obvious. He'll get her to go, and I'll have fun teasing her about it." Dinah looked down. Her popcorn was gone. She crumpled up the bag and got up to go.
"Ya know what? Wingster was right. You are a good listener. Ta."
Now she was driving around town, trying to figure out who she could go to talk with. Cass was out on patrol and the boys were no good for talking with.
She saw that she was about to drive by that gargoyle Wingster had told her about. The one Babs had taken her first flight off of. Well, Wingster had said that it was a good listener, and she had nothing better to do...
"Hey there! I'm Dinah, otherwise known as that blond bombshell, the Black Canary. Ya'd think people would stop calling me that once they found out it was a dye job, but nooo."
Canary slumped down and used her popcorn to gesture. "Seems like that Bat thinks he owns Gotham. It's all, do this, don't do that, go here, go there." Dinah glanced down and realized that her wild gestures had spilt perfectly good popcorn all over. "Pity Gotham's so dirty that the three second rule can never apply. And it's not like the Bat was Gotham's first, anyways. Alan was here long before him. And the JSA was here for years. So what right does he have to order me around? Grrr.
"Okay, not thinking about Batman. Not thinking about Batman. Though he is kind of cute... NO! Not thinking about Batman, not thinking about Batman...
"Babs. She's a safe subject. I mean, she's like my best friend, but she's really gotta get out and live a little. She's always telling me I've got to be more cautious, but I'm young, vital, and wild. I could never deal with that snail pace she wants. Grrr...
"Hey, I've got a great idea. See that sign down there? This building you're sitting on is having a banquet next week. All I gotta due is slip it to Wingster and he'll get Babs to come dowm here. Eh, maybe it won't be that great, but at least it'll get her out of that tower.
"She and Wingster are so crazy for each other. I mean, I know they both deny it, but it's so obvious. He'll get her to go, and I'll have fun teasing her about it." Dinah looked down. Her popcorn was gone. She crumpled up the bag and got up to go.
"Ya know what? Wingster was right. You are a good listener. Ta."