WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language, violence,
and mild sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
**AUTOR'S NOTE** I've been fighting with myself on whether or not to completely screw up the time line more than I already have, or just leave it as is. I wanted to have the relationship between Bruce and Sasha just before the whole "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series BUT I need Gordon as Commissioner. And as probably you know, if I stick with the timeline as it is, I can't have both. So I leave it up to you guys, the readers, to decided whether or not to screw up the timeline even more and get my chance to build the relationship between Bruce and Sasha, or I just leave it as is, with Alfred living with Bruce instead of Sasha. So you guys decide!
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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It was supposed to be an easy assignment. In and out, Oracle had said.
Boy was she wrong.
Dressed in her turquoise and yellow, Black Canary really wished she had donned her civvies today. Not that her suit wasn't comfortable, actually completely the opposite. It was more comfortable than any civilian wear she had ever owned. And seeing as how she would probably be staring at the same ceiling from the small cot for who knows how long, it should be perfect. But if she had just decided to wear something nice, like a dress suit that showed off just enough leg, maybe she wouldn't be in this mess at all.
Not even JLA clearance could get her out of this one. In fact they only seem to hate her more when she announced it. They actually threw her into a wall. Now that was no way to treat a lady.
She figured they must not like Superman, because it surely couldn't have been her. It had to be him. What kind of a man wears blue spandex?
Lethargically, she threw her arm over her head and peered through the bars of the cell. The young man on the other side of the bars, who despite his handsome face, looked like he hadn't smiled in years. He sat behind a plain wooden desk, never taking his eyes off his prisoner.
"Hey cutie, ain't I supposed ta get a phone call or something?"
The man's eyes squinted into an even more sour face. "No such luck."
She sighed and slumped back onto the cot. There was no doubt in her mind that Oracle would come up with something, but it would be better if she could have some kind of contact with her. At least that way she could have a clue as to how long she was stuck in the cell with no one to talk to, aside from Mr. Personality.
"So, are they just going to leave me in here until I die of boredom? Or are they-" Her remark was cut off prematurely as a loud siren filled the small room. The first sign of emotion crossed the man's face. He jumped out of his chair, almost knocking it over.
A voice came over the walkie-talkie attached to his belt.
"All available personal! Code 5, code 5!"
And without a second thought he ran out of the office leaving the blond captive alone.
"Don't be too long," she called after him. "I might get lonely."
She sighed, her head already beginning to throb from the alarm. Hadn't the government ever heard of silent alarms? Suddenly another beeping noise accompanied the already annoying alarm. Canary cringed, but annoyance suddenly turned to intrigue. The bars imprisoning her retracted leaving the cell opened. Dinah sat up straight and cocked her eyebrow at the lack of restraint.
"Hmm . now doesn't that look tempting."
With a slight hop, Dinah Lance got off of the cot and made her way out of the cell. Momentarily she peered out into the hall leading to the present room. It was going to be like trying to get out of a labyrinth, only the centaurs had guns. She needed help.
She turned back to the desk where the guard was stationed. "I know it's in here somewhere."
Top drawer, middle drawer, bottom. It had to be here somewhere. She had seen one of the Suits put it in this desk. Last drawer, locked. This one had to be it. With one good pull she ripped the drawer out, breaking the lock.
"Never made like they used to be." She rummaged around in the drawer until she found what she was looking. She grabbed the transmitter and put it in her ear.
"You can thank me later," a voice greeted her through the earpiece. Canary smiled knowing Oracle had somehow hacked into the government's 'un- hackable' systems and released her.
"Okay girl, you be my eyes. Get me out of here."
"Not quite yet. I need something from a lab about a hundred yards from your position. Up to it?"
A smile flitted across the Black Canary's lips. "Always."
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
**AUTOR'S NOTE** I've been fighting with myself on whether or not to completely screw up the time line more than I already have, or just leave it as is. I wanted to have the relationship between Bruce and Sasha just before the whole "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series BUT I need Gordon as Commissioner. And as probably you know, if I stick with the timeline as it is, I can't have both. So I leave it up to you guys, the readers, to decided whether or not to screw up the timeline even more and get my chance to build the relationship between Bruce and Sasha, or I just leave it as is, with Alfred living with Bruce instead of Sasha. So you guys decide!
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
It was supposed to be an easy assignment. In and out, Oracle had said.
Boy was she wrong.
Dressed in her turquoise and yellow, Black Canary really wished she had donned her civvies today. Not that her suit wasn't comfortable, actually completely the opposite. It was more comfortable than any civilian wear she had ever owned. And seeing as how she would probably be staring at the same ceiling from the small cot for who knows how long, it should be perfect. But if she had just decided to wear something nice, like a dress suit that showed off just enough leg, maybe she wouldn't be in this mess at all.
Not even JLA clearance could get her out of this one. In fact they only seem to hate her more when she announced it. They actually threw her into a wall. Now that was no way to treat a lady.
She figured they must not like Superman, because it surely couldn't have been her. It had to be him. What kind of a man wears blue spandex?
Lethargically, she threw her arm over her head and peered through the bars of the cell. The young man on the other side of the bars, who despite his handsome face, looked like he hadn't smiled in years. He sat behind a plain wooden desk, never taking his eyes off his prisoner.
"Hey cutie, ain't I supposed ta get a phone call or something?"
The man's eyes squinted into an even more sour face. "No such luck."
She sighed and slumped back onto the cot. There was no doubt in her mind that Oracle would come up with something, but it would be better if she could have some kind of contact with her. At least that way she could have a clue as to how long she was stuck in the cell with no one to talk to, aside from Mr. Personality.
"So, are they just going to leave me in here until I die of boredom? Or are they-" Her remark was cut off prematurely as a loud siren filled the small room. The first sign of emotion crossed the man's face. He jumped out of his chair, almost knocking it over.
A voice came over the walkie-talkie attached to his belt.
"All available personal! Code 5, code 5!"
And without a second thought he ran out of the office leaving the blond captive alone.
"Don't be too long," she called after him. "I might get lonely."
She sighed, her head already beginning to throb from the alarm. Hadn't the government ever heard of silent alarms? Suddenly another beeping noise accompanied the already annoying alarm. Canary cringed, but annoyance suddenly turned to intrigue. The bars imprisoning her retracted leaving the cell opened. Dinah sat up straight and cocked her eyebrow at the lack of restraint.
"Hmm . now doesn't that look tempting."
With a slight hop, Dinah Lance got off of the cot and made her way out of the cell. Momentarily she peered out into the hall leading to the present room. It was going to be like trying to get out of a labyrinth, only the centaurs had guns. She needed help.
She turned back to the desk where the guard was stationed. "I know it's in here somewhere."
Top drawer, middle drawer, bottom. It had to be here somewhere. She had seen one of the Suits put it in this desk. Last drawer, locked. This one had to be it. With one good pull she ripped the drawer out, breaking the lock.
"Never made like they used to be." She rummaged around in the drawer until she found what she was looking. She grabbed the transmitter and put it in her ear.
"You can thank me later," a voice greeted her through the earpiece. Canary smiled knowing Oracle had somehow hacked into the government's 'un- hackable' systems and released her.
"Okay girl, you be my eyes. Get me out of here."
"Not quite yet. I need something from a lab about a hundred yards from your position. Up to it?"
A smile flitted across the Black Canary's lips. "Always."