Chapter 18: Cry for Justice : Part Two
Harry was glad for his quick reflexes because otherwise he would not be able to adequately shield himself and Dinah to the point that he did. Unfortunately, the explosion impacted both of them. The shield charm blocked a good brunt of it, but his shirt and jacket was shredded fro mthe impact. The burn marks made his life less than pleasant.
Dinah would have been turned into mush, her insides would have been liquefied. The combination of Harry's body and the shield charm averted this fate.
He could smell the fire and brimstone, nearly swallowing the ashes that shot up into the air. He adjusted his vision and could see the damage.
Despite the blurred vision, Harry could see everything. He kept his eyes locked onto the limo and assessed the damage. The heavy clouds of smoke slowly parted as the limo doors were cracked and the windows were busted. It was almost like it had been rammed with a hummer but thankfully, it a dangerous fate was averted. The magical spells put on the limo worked to protect it.
Still he had to check. 'Penny….Penny are you there?'
'Yes, Yes Harry, hang on, I'm going to get the door opene,' Penny said, although she had put up her own shield charms when she heard Harry scream. It was instincts that saved her life. She blew the limo door opened and could smell everything. She saw Dinah on the ground and there was only one thing that she could say. 'Bloody hell!'
'She's fine….call 911, I'll take care of her,' Harry thought to her after he checked Dinah for a pulse. The explosion did not raise too many eyebrows because they were in Gotham City.
Harry remembered that Dinah's father was inside. He proceeded to scan the wreckage, with debris having been scattered everywhere. It took less than a minute before he found what he was looking for.
He saw Dinah's father all worse for wear in the bathtub. Harry could still hear his faith breathing, but his sufferings should not be minimalized at all.
Harry deduced that he had been worked over a bit before the explosion. Not that the explosion helped matters. Harry tried to piece things together as Penny scrambled over, her mouth hanging halfway open.
'Sweet Circe, if he hadn't been in the tub, he would have been….' Penny thought; her thoughts trailed off and there was no need for her to say anything further.
Harry made sure the watch was in one piece, it was. The pain on his back was just minimal compared to what could have happened. Penny helped him move Dinah's father from the danger zone.
Dinah stirred and coaxed herself to open her eyes. She watched in horror as her father was gently levitated from the wreckage. Penny did the best that she could do but with this level of injuries, medical help was required.
"Dad," Dinah whispered and she nearly tripped her haste to get to him. Thankfully Harry caught her in his arms which was a strong comfort for her at this present moment.
"It's going to be okay, help is the way," Harry whispered as he stroked her hair. It gave her ease, although she could not get the image of her father, looking like he was clinging to life, out of her head.
"Good….quick thinking," Dinah commented as she managed to stand up straight on her own. Her legs felt like Jelo.
"I don't think you have a concussion but it's best to get that checked out," Harry whispered to her.
"Yes," Dinah said, glad to get that out of her mind. They both looked up the street but so for the ambulance was a no show.
Penny moved over to give them the damage report, something that they both dreaded hearing. That being said, it was a lot better to know than to be left in the dark.
"I did all that I could, stabilized him," Penny said to them both as Harry pulled her in. Her eyes widened as she got a good view of Harry's back. "You look…."
"I don't look like a prize, I know," Harry said as he wondered where the EMTs were. It was almost like someone delayed them and Dinah felt as restless as Harry was.
'They should have been here by now,' Faora thought as she paced around like a caged animal. The sudden explosion jarred her out of her work and it was hard to focus now.
'They should have,' Jaime agreed but the ambulance arrived, about five minutes later than it should have. That proved to be extremely suspicious.
The paramedics arrived to load Larry into an ambulance. Harry wondered what the delay was but he supposed that he would find out in due time. For the moment, he would ride with Dinah, just in case.
Penny would also be with them and Jaime and Faora were being summoned to conduct their own investigation. They would get to the bottom of this, the sooner the better.
"We heard the clicking noise when we returned, I don't really know what happened."
Harry finished giving his interview to John Jones, the Detective. It was almost the man was giving him an appraising scan. The wizard was trying to recover from what happened, right now there was a blanket wrapped against his shoulders as he shivered. His shirt and jacket were damaged so bad that they could not be repaired by any conventional means
Jones nodded as he looked at them. It appeared to line up with what he saw.
"It checks out with the scene of the crime…..what…."
"We were out on the town, we just returned back, to visit my father and pick up my bike," Dinah told him firmly, not liking that her and Harry were being treated like potential suspects. Even though they knew that the police were only doing their jobs.
The two of them sat in Gotham General, waiting to hear the news. She hoped for the best but feared the worst. Harry squeezed her hand and that calmed her down. It also was a reminder of how lucky she was and how lucky her father was that they were there.
One could debate the merits of him being lucky with the fact that he was in critical condition. Dinah was not going to be someone who was going to do that. Her thoughts were brought back to reality with a bright surprise.
James Gordon walked through the door and Barbara followed, making a beeline for Zee. She was extremely frantic. Zatanna followed second and Pamela followed up the rear. Both of them were frantic but they did not look as frantic. Pamela carried in her arms a sweater as she smiled at Harry, looking over his injuries.
"Harry, Dinah, what happened?" Barbara asked as she greeted her friend with a long hug. The two girls lingered with each other.
"No greeting for me?" Harry asked teasingly and Barbara smirked.
"Fine," Barbara said, glad that Harry was in good spirits because that put her in good spirits. She hugged Harry tightly, inadvertently scratching up against the injuries on his back. She pulled back. "Sorry…."
"Not a problem," Harry said, waving off her frantic apology even before it started. "My shirt has been totaled, kind of sucks as Lavender and Parvati spent ages trying to get the design right."
He was sure that magic could repair it but it wasn't the same.
"Here," Pamela told him as she handed him the sweater. Harry appreciated it, Gotham could get cold on these nights. The blanket fell to the ground and Zatanna and Pamela helped him into the sweater.
"Are you alright?" Zatanna whispered to her bonder.
"Little sore, have had worse," Harry said as he squeezed Zee's hand in reassurance.
"What happened?" Gordon asked, deciding to get down to business. Jones might have gotten information but he wanted to give information.
"Well….I was getting back with Dinah, and I heard this weird clicking, I just managed to cover her and it was lucky that I did….because….I don't know if you've seen the building or not," Harry muttered and Gordon nodded gruffly in affirmation. This was all the prodding that Harry needed to wrap up his story. "Well I covered her and after the explosion…..I heard someone coughing….and that's where I saw Larry Lance."
Questions went through Gordon's mind. He knew the case that Larry was on but he doubted that being caught in the act of infidelity would have lead for such an extreme reaction.
"Lucky you got out of there," Gordon said, given what happened in Gotham City, he would not have been all surprised if Harry had been another statistic in the nightly obits.
"Yes, lucky," Harry said, although that might be pushing things to describe that as lucky.
'So you're okay, aren't you?' Diana thought, she had been passing around like a cage animal.
'Diana, please calm down, you're giving me a headache,' Donna thought.
'I AM CALM!' Diana demanded.
'O-kay you're doing an impression of someone who is really not calm,' Kara replied and Harry cleared his throat.
'Sorry, but that didn't answer the question,' Diana said, pressing on and Harry answered.
'Okay, yes, physically, but I'm trying to figure out who did this because this was no accident,' Harry thought back to the dark haired female.
Kara chimed in seriously. 'Well duh, but it's lucky that you thought quickly enough.'
'There were a couple of things I could have done differently, I could have teleported us out of the way, but that might have raised some questions,' Harry thought. Practical situations seemed so when you were not in the line of fire. Most people would have frozen up completely so Harry felt that he did what he had to do.
'These things are far easier to come up with when you're thinking about things later, than they are when you're actually in the battle,' Faora thought, pretty much elaborating on the thoughts in Harry's mind. 'No one was around, not sure if they determined whether or not they finished the job.'
"It must have been rough to be there….thankfully you arrived when you did," Barbara was telling Dinah and she nodded up and down in an erratic manner.
"I just wish I knew why they took so long to arrive," Dinah grumbled, that was going to a mystery that was going to bug her until the end.
"Miss Lance….I need to speak to you for a moment."
The doctor arrived, and she knew that this was coming. She dreaded it but if the worst was to come, she was better off knowing.
'The type of injuries he likely would have received….would not have responded well magical healing,' Penny explained, answering an inquiry that a few people in the bond. 'Magic healing tends to work best with people who are witches and wizards regardless and on Muggles….well it sometimes complicates matters. At least the invasive things, simple healing spells, that does work, just enough to stabilize them.'
"Your father will survive," the doctor told her and Dinah nodded as Harry stood next to her. They did not let go of each other's hand. "He will need surgery because of the internal injuries he suffered."
Gordon half heard the list of injuries as the doctor said it; something was not adding up here.
The doctor lead Harry and Dinah into the next room to visit her father. Larry was sprawled out on the bed and he was not conscious, likely having been put under to spare him the pain.
Dinah saw that her father was wrapped up like a mummy and she made his way over to him. Even though it was unlikely that he would hear her in his state, she still wanted to be at ease with herself.
"Don't worry dad, it will be okay, this will be made right," she told him as she kissed him lightly on the forehead. She stepped back to lean against Harry.
Harry rested his arms over her chest and the blonde lazily leaned into him. This was a calm before something happening, he could feel it.
'And I have no clue what's happening, but I'm going to find out,' Harry stated, in full Nightwing attire. His back was still tender but he had work to do. Carefully, as to not disturb any potential evidence, he lowered himself into the ruins.
'It's Gotham, of course there's going to be something happening,' Jaime chimed in.
'Yes, thank you, Madam Obvious,' Karen chimed in cheerfully and Jaime pulled a sour face but Harry gave them a stern expression. 'Well, they didn't try and finish the job yet, did they?'
'No, which means they're really biding their time,' Harry said as he got his sneaky on in the shadows.
Harry would have really liked to avoid the cops if he could help it. That was why he did not enter the area right away, creeping around on the outside. They had the same idea that Harry did, comb the area for any evidence. To find it or perhaps to remove it, given the rumors of the GCPD being on the take, but thankfully Harry was able to look in from across the street.
'You might be there awhile, you know,' Amanda commented, seriously, or at least what passed as seriously for the redhead.
'Yes, I know,' Harry told her as he kept his eagle eyes peered. When they let off, he would slip in. X-Ray Vision was a good benefit to keep an eye on everyone but he had more things. He switched on something in his mask that would help him highlight anything. It was something that, he, Peve, Alura, Karen, and Faora developed.
It became utterly apparent that someone paid them to take an entire sweep of the compound.
'Well whoever set this bomb up obviously knew their shit,' Harry thought. 'Some kind of chemical accelerate that would cause the bomb to burn through everything and erase any traces of evidence.'
'That makes sense, they'd want to cover their tracks,' Faora agreed, it was almost genius. Not that she would give this lot any credit.
'Lance was fucking lucky that he got in the tub, and fucking lucky to survive even after that,' Jaime concluded grimly.
The cops were gone and Harry snuck his way inside. He could get a closer look at the chemical and learn even more about it. He skidded to a stop when he saw something. It was the charred remains of a wooden desk and he only noticed it because he pretty much practically ran into it knee first. He noticed something.
It was a disc, slightly damaged in the explosion but it was hanging out of the side of the desk. Harry could barely contain his glee. This might be the clue that he was looking for. He could restore it, he had the capabilities.
He heard the door open and then there was someone coming. James Gordon opened up the door and saw him standing in the shadows.
The ninja in red and black, Gordon saw him before his eyes, and the man widened his eyes, unable to believe what he just saw. Then he blinked, the ninja in red and black, he was gone. Even though Gordon could have sworn that he saw him as clear as day.
"Is there a problem, Jim?" Jones stated as he popped up to join his partner.
"Too much coffee, not enough sleep," Gordon muttered sullenly and the officer looked at him in a sympathetic manner, nodding.
"Yes, I understand, nothing downstairs and nothing on your level?"
Gordon paused, he stared to where the mysterious ninja was. He looked things over but he did not see anything ,not even a scuff mark.
"No, nothing," Gordon said as he turned to his partner. "Let's do one final sweep of the wreckage, I can't help but think we missed something."
"Of course," Jones said as he sipped the coffee and the two cops continued their search.
Two days had passed since the incident and Dinah managed to pull herself away from her father to take a short break. It had been the longest two days of her life and he now lapsed into a coma-like state thanks to his injuries.
Barbara was a godsend when she showed up and Harry stopped by whenever he could although she understood that his responsibilities mandated that he could not be there. And she understood. Right now all she needed was a cup of coffee to refresh herself and recharge her batteries.
"Yes, hey Harry, what's up?" Dinah asked, waiting eagerly for his response. She always anticipated hearing the sound of his voice because it brightened her day more than any cup of coffee.
"I'm just checking up, seeing if everything's fine on your end," Harry told the blonde and she smiled. She would not classify things as fine but perhaps they could be worse.
"Yeah, I'm doing about as well as could be expected," she admitted quietly as she returned from the coffee shop to go and see her father once more. "Babs was here for a little bit….for a while actually but she had to go home to get some rest."
"Had to, or you made her?" Harry asked, which caused the blonde to crack up into laughter.
"Obviously you should be smart enough to figure that out yourself, Harry," Dinah stated as she paused at the door. She was not quite ready to return yet. "Zatanna….she should be coming up here a bit later to keep me company, likely she's reporting back to you, isn't she?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry told her. Whilst Zatanna would likely keep him up to date on any problems, she was there on her own accord.
"Oh, okay, of course you don't," Dinah replied in a patronizing voice. She was grinning though but Harry was not about to wrap up the conversation.
"So, your father is he….being guarded?" Harry asked.
"Yes," she confirmed, and she was fairly more at ease. "Despite the fact that he got booted off the force so fast that his head spun, he still has a police escort. They're treating this as attempted homicide, there's no way they can spin it off as an accident."
The cops of Gotham City might not be corrupt but stupid they were not and they did take care of each other. Some were more corrupt than others but there were a fair share of honest cops that got buried in the system. Her father was one of the force and when they were in, they were in together.
Unless the cops had something to do with it which in that case, Dinah had no idea whatsoever what she was going to do.
"So did you find anything out yourself?" Dinah asked.
"Nothing tangible," Harry replied, although Dinah could almost tell that he some ideas. He did not want to get anyone's hopes up, especially her own "I'll keep you posted if I learn anything and I think that you'll do the same so we can compare notes."
"Right," she said, knowing how busy Harry was. She did feel sorry for him some days, but he could handle things better than most could with his level of responsibility. I know that you're busy….it's fine."
"So did you recover your bike?" Harry asked and this brightened Dinah's spirits.
"Yes it was in the garage, slightly damaged just a tiny bit, but it wasn't all that bad all things considered," she confirmed with glee dancing in her voice. "I've got it next to the flower shop and it's actually in pretty good shape. Might want to make a few tweaks but not really too shabby."
"If you need anything you call me, don't worry about it, I'll be there," Harry reminded her. "And I'll be in touch."
Speaking of anything out of the ordinary, Dinah craned her neck and she watched something through her fathers room.
"Dinah?" Harry inquired, wondering if the cell phone had dropped the call.
"Harry, I'll call you back, something's come up," Dinah said as she noticed something peculiar. The door was half open and obviously the person who entered wanted to enter the room fairly quickly. They were sloppy and could not avoid detection.
Dinah's eyes widened as she saw a scuzzy looking man standing over her father. He had a pillow in one of his hands and a handgun in the other. Both of them were close to doing some kind of damage to her father.
"HEY!" Dinah yelled and the man looked up just in time to get scalding hot coffee hurled into his face.
"You dumb b…."
Dinah blitzed him in the face with a high kick that rocked him. A series of rapid fire punches caused him to be put on dream street. The scuzzy man staggered forward as she practically tackled him through the bathroom door which was opened.
He reached for his gun but she punted it from his grip. It slid underneath the stall door and out of reach.
Dinah clenched his arm behind back, twisting it, and she ran him head first into the mirror. He grunted and his hand bounced hard off of the mirror, knocking the wind out of him. His head collided against the mirror twice and the wall once. She rattled the side of his head with a knee strike for good measure.
He attempted to scramble from the bathroom but she stood on the back of his neck. It was days like this where he regretted his decision to climb out of bed.
She pinned his arm behind his back in a chicken wing armbar. She could dislocate his shoulder from where she stood. Leaning down, she angrily hissed in his ear. "Who sent you?"
He spat in her face, big mistake given that he already had made the critical error in trying to kill her father. He was sent back into the bathroom for one trip into the mirror and again, until she was sure that he got the message. Blood splattered out of the side of his head as she kicked him in the thigh to force him down once again. She only eased up when she did not want him to say anything.
"WHO?"
Blood splattered from his mouth but he choked out two words. "Black….Mask."
He fell to the ground, looking a bit worse for wear and Dinah's adrenaline pumped through her body. She still had far more questions than she did have answers.
The door swung open to allow another man entrance. He was obviously a few donuts overweight although not too many. He had long black hair and a rough face. He carried a box of donuts in one hand and a revolver gun in the other hand.
His mouth hung open in abject shock as he looked around. He tried to process all of what was going on around him.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Harvey Bullock corked an eyebrow, he wanted answers and he wanted them.
Harry redefined the term "burning the midnight oils." He was heavily at work on a project in the subbasement of the Penthouse. Alura's holographic image was active to keep him company.
Hermione bit down on her tongue as she tried to research companies that might have made the chemical compound. Pamela was down there as well, to lend her expertise.
"Any luck?" Harry asked them and Hermione bit her tongue as she took a moment to collect her thoughts.
"Well there are a few companies who might have the capabilities to make it, other than RAO of course, who we can safely rule out," Hermione commented and Harry nodded. He made a motion for her to continue which she picked up on. "Wayne Industries is out for the same reason."
"Could it be LuthorCorp?" Pamela asked her and Hermione looked thoughtful for a second.
"Well they have the capabilities to make it but they aren't really based in Gotham, more of the Smallville/Metropolis area type of thing really," Hermione summarized, adopting a Thinker style pose as she weighed the pros and cons. "Doubt very much it's them personally."
Click, click, click, that was the sound that went on in an never ending loop in the background.
Harry watched the progress of the hard drive being scanned by the master computer. It was taking far longer to repair than he thought. As it was getting closer to be repaired, he could start downloading the information, which might not be that big of a problem. If he had anything to do with why Lance was attacked.
Given his line of work, Harry was willing to bet money that it did. Or it could be from entirely different case, Harry would only be sure when he looked over the information. He turned to Alura and raised an eyebrow. "So…."
"These knives are second to none," The AI said gushingly.
'Exactly like Harry,' Kara said and there were several instances of agreement all throughout the bond.
They were crafted from a special alloy that was for private use only. Harry always looked for new ways to fight his enemies, knowing that he could not always rely on magic.
"So what are you working on right there?" Pamela inquired curiously.
"These throwing knives….are not just your average knives, they are useful for disarming people and also I can stab people with them," Harry explained as he twirled the knife in his hand.
"Yes, that will come in handy," Pamela agreed, she knew that Harry had some good ideas up his sleeve and many projects, although some of them were not about to come true as of yet. That was the nature of the long term project.
"And magic can be channeled through them," Harry said as Hermione continued with her research over on the other side of the room. "And there's a second set….where I'm going to put explosive chemicals in them. They will be able to penetrate through any surface, watch."
A practice dummy rose out of the ground and his hand was wrapped around the handle of the knife. He twirled it in his fingers as he lifted up his hand and took aim. He proceeded to launch it at the dummy.
The knife hit into the surface and with a whine, it exploded, blowing the head of the practice dummy cleanly off of its shoulders. He turned to his group, looking for feedback.
"Well it's not pretty, but it will do for now," Alura agreed with a half of a smile on her face. "That's why we run these tests, so we can really iron out the kinks."
"Why do you do it though?" Hermione asked and Harry raised an eyebrow. She wondered if she had stepped out of turn but he waved towards her and invited her to press on. So she did. "Well….you know, you are a wizard, so why the gadgets?"
Harry paused and Hermione once again pushed on. She folded her arms and locked eyes with Harry. "I mean you're a wizard, so you can do magic with anything, so you should only bother with the magic that you're going to do…."
"Hermione, why do you think that….it's surprising that you think that, given that you're a Muggleborn and not a pureblood idiot," Harry said as he surveyed her over his glasses.
Hermione shivered a little bit and felt insulted at the comparison to those people. "Well it's just…."
'Don't worry Harry, it's just Hermione's issues with her father coming through, she tends to forget how excited she was about magic because that meant that she would not have a normal life, 'Charlotte explained
'Oh she has Daddy issues, doesn't she?' Astoria asked with a teasing grin on her face. 'You know, you should call Harry, Daddy during sex like Astoria and I do.'
Hermione's jaw hung open in abject horror, especially with how aroused that she got about the thought. Astoria, Kara, Amanda, Emily, and Ginny all laughed through the bond.
'You walked right into that one, you know,' Donna replied sullenly. Hermione was not her favorite person in the world. She was bossier than Diana was when Donna was younger and that was really bad.
"The disc restoration is complete, the information can access," the computer informed him and that was the news that Harry wanted to hear. He scooted over to the desk, cracked his knuckles ,and got to work.
Most frustratingly he was hitting his dead ends but he refused to be put down. He pressed on and was going to find something that made all of the trouble that he went through worthwhile.
'Well that's curious?' Harry asked as he once again clicked through it.
'What's curious?' Kara chimed in and Harry enlightened the blonde along with the rest of the group.
'There's a rather large attachment to Harvey Dent that was sent by Lance, the last thing he done, but it's coming up corrupted, I can't access the file,' Harry thought in frustration.
'That's a dead end then,' Karen suggested but Harry was smiling.
'Maybe not, maybe not,' Harry thought to her and Karen raised her eyebrow.
'What the hell are you planning, trying to break into Dent's office at IA or something?' Karen thought flippantly. Harry smiled one of those "what do you think?" smiles that projected to everyone in the bond that told them that's precisely what he intended to do.
"Well this is….this is interesting," Pamela cut in and turned the attention onto her.
Harry looked at her, way too interested for his own good. "What…per say is curious?"
Pamela did not hesitate for a second in her explanations. "Crossing off RAO, Wayne, and Luthor, we've got three other chemical companies that could make the chemical. We have Stagg Industries and give what he's been involved with, I wouldn't be surprised at all. Then there's Ace Chemicals….yes, they're quite the shady operation, and then we've got….and this is the weird one, Janus Cosmetics."
'Why prey tell is it odd?' Lindsey asked, she had heard about Janus and it's particularly questionable business practices.
'The other two….they're companies that I've heard of, they're murder to the environment, and since I'm an environmentalist, I'm going to have to go with what I know here,' Pamela replied, frowning.
'That does make perfect sense,' Daphne stated, she did her homework, with her responsibilities with Harrison it would be foolish not to. 'And Janus….well they've done the vast majority of their….crimes against the animal community.'
'Which is why they don't register….although some people would likely have my neck for my uncaring attitude against animals but….the environment is kind of essential for them to live, so in a roundabout way I do care,' Pamela protested, frowning as she did so.
'I know, I know,' Harry thought, he began to stick together the pieces but there were more than a few missing. 'So Dent, he has an office at City Hall and that's going to be the next place where I'm going to head to.'
He needed to find that attachment it could give the vital clue and Nightwing's night was just beginning.
Dinah had smoothed things over with Harvey Bullock but it was easy because he knew her father and her by extension. He was like the surly drunk uncle that made an ass out of himself during family outings.
It was settled, Bullock and Renee Montoya would be taking shifts watching over her father. Gordon would be involved as well, in other words, people Dinah trusted.
Bullock and Renee Montoya would be those who would be taking over watch of her father. Gordon would be lightly involved as well but those were two that they trusted and Dinah trusted. She knew that things were going to get intense.
'Maybe it's going to come the time for decisive action,' Dinah said as she peered out the window.
She considered doing something drastic since the incident two days ago, getting closer to three now. The words "Black Mask" made her wonder about something, whether there was a new crime boss in Gotham City and her father was a target of him. Bullock almost said as much, although he did not mean to do so.
She recalled the stories that her mother told her about the JSA and maybe it was time for her to draw inspiration from them.
'Let's see what I can do myself,' she thought, now in the shower, mostly to wash the blood off of her from the douchebag that she roughed up in the hospital.
The shower gave her time to think and she returned to her room, a renewed determination the likes of which had never been seen before. An old trunk greeted her, it had not been touched in a couple of years. She ran her finger over the top of it, the dust from it accumulating on it.
It belonged to her mother and contained something that was…..well it contained something that she used during her days as Black Canary back in the JSA.
Dinah Drake was one of the greatest heroines of her time and Dinah wondered if she could excel to that degree someday. There was really only one way to find out.
Her hands were on the dusty old trunk and she pushed it open. The costume was still in pristine condition, all things considered although she wondered what she was about to get herself into.
'So do you do this or do you not?' Dinah thought as she slid the towel off of her body.
First she slipped on the mask, okay it was kind of goofy but really it was just a black mask that covered her face. The gloves slipped on next, so far so good.
The costume part…..well Dinah had a bit of trouble with it. It fit her, just barely. In fact, it formed tightly around her breasts and she winced as she managed to figure out a way to move with ease. It was black one piece, looking like something that a woman on the wrong side of town would wear or maybe a Playboy bunny. It looked like it was more for role playing purposes than for actual crime fighting. Only one thought went through her mind.
'Well, I guess it was more practical….oh well, it's going to have to do,' Dinah said as she kept testing the movement.
She bent over to pick up a heavy bag, so far so good now, other than the killer wedgie the custom was giving her.
She had to make a call to one person who might be able to get her the dirt on Black Mask and she slipped the jacket on as she dialed up the phone.
"Hey," Barbara said and Dinah jumped in without any hesitation.
"Barbara, I need….some help….."
"What kind of help?" Barbara asked, granted she was eager to help. However her natural curiosity was her defining factor and she wanted to understand the full disclosure on the situation.
"My father…..well I think I might know who attacked him or at least who sent goons to attack him," Dinah said to Barbara and the blonde hitched in her breath. "Tell me, do you know anything about a guy named Black Mask?"
"Just a second, I'll check," Barbara told her and she was getting on the line, trying to figure out more about this Black Mask character.
Dinah waited patiently as her friend worked some hacking magic in an attempt to find her some information. She once again shifted in the two sizes too small costume but she had a surprisingly amount of mobility. Perhaps things weren't going to end out all that badly.
After about fifteen minutes, Barbara came back with some information for Dinah to sink her teeth into.
"He doesn't seem to have much on him, but it seems like he's been taking over after Maroni and his men have been pushed out," Barbara said. "He's taking advantage of the power vacuum that has opened up."
"Right," Dinah muttered, she had an inkling, being a daughter of crime fighters, why wouldn't that be?
"He's only really in the industrial district of Gotham, one of his rumored locations is 44 Finger Ave," Barbara said but there was a note of warning her voice. "Dinah….just don't do anything that you're going to regret later."
"Don't worry, I won't regret what I'm doing," she confirmed and that was not the reassurance that Barbara was searching for.
"Okay well be safe out there, I guess," Barbara muttered, hoping that the dread did not overwhelm her.
"Don't worry, Babs, I will, take care, bye," Dinah answered.
She made her way down to the garage making sure that her costume was adjusted properly. Once again, she was taking that final step and there would be no turning back once she went down this road.
It was in her blood so she was going to push forward. She threw one leg over one side of the motor cycle and then started it up, slipping a helmet on her head.
The Black Canary was going to ride again in Gotham City.
Harry was perched, hanging upside down behind the office of the district of attorney of Gotham City. He knew Dent had an office inside City Hall but it was all about finding that right moment to strike.
Dent was burning that midnight oil and Harry frowned. There was a second where he debated something in his mind. Either this was going to work out well or he was going to place his own neck inside a noose. Either way, it should be a calculated risk and he needed to take those calculated risks.
With one movement, he slipped his way inside the window. And with the second movement, he made himself at home in a chair in front of Harvey Dent's line of sight.
Harvey Dent looked up, there was this one moment where he thought that he would yell or jump in surprise. He blinked and commented in an extremely casual voice. "You know, I suspected that you'd look more like a bat."
"I'm really sorry to disappoint," Nightwing remarked. "Afraid to say I'm the other one."
"Right," Dent replied as he leaned back, half of his face submerged in shadows. That was an interesting effect for him. "So you've been busy the last few days with your activities. The brutal attacks on Gotham city mobsters, circumventing any police procedures, the destruction of private property, need I continue?"
"I get the picture," Harry said smiling as he looked underneath the folder. He could read it at any time but he felt that he would give Dent the courtesy to explain.
"Why shouldn't I bring you in?" Dent asked him and Harry's lips curled into a half of a smile, smug as it might be.
"Do you really want to do that, Mr. Dent?" Nightwing asked him "Like it or not, Falcone and Maroni have been benched for the time being and the mob influence is going to get uglier from here. You need my help, but I need yours as well. The two of us, we can help each other."
Dent paused for the briefest moment; he was pondering what he needed to do. He held a silver dollar in his hand and he flipped it over in his hand.
The flipping was agreeable and he looked Harry in the eye. "So what do you need?"
Harry wondered if he was going to do but it seemed like the option came up extremely favorable.
"So what do you need?" Dent asked him and Harry smiled, everything was coming up well. He decided that he would now tell him what he needed in detail.
"Larry Lance sent you an e-mail attachment, it might have a vital clue to his attacker," Harry informed Dent and for a second, he thought that he could be pushing the limits of this arrangement.
Dent paused. "I wonder how you know about this…."
"That part isn't important now," Harry said as he waved it off. "The important thing is that someone tried to kill Lance and I want to figure out who's behind it."
"Fine," Dent grunted, he was pretty sure that they were going to run around like a hamster on a wheel with this one. "I got it last night, but I didn't have a chance to look at it…you know, I don't have a name."
"Not important right now," Harry said and Dent decided to get down to business and open the file.
The video link was attached and Dent frowned. For a brief second, he thought that this was nothing but some rich douchebag getting a booty call from someone. Roman Sionis was not lost on him and he doubted very much that Larry Lance would send him badly done pornography starring Gotham's rich and famous.
'Hello,' Dent thought as he looked at it.
"Black Mask," Dent whispered as he saw it and Harry, having heard certain things, decided to play it calm for now.
"I beg your pardon?" Harry asked him.
Harvey Dent managed to stop being struck speechless long enough to say something else. "It's Black Mask…Sionis is Black Mask….new crime boss, he's rumored to be operating in the Industrial District and….that's one of the Roman's employees."
The grisly conclusion of Carmine Falcone's mob enforcer was caught on tape for the entire world to see.
"So what do you think?" Harvey asked him and Dent was not the reflective type although he had his thoughts regarding what happened.
"Sit on it, until you can find a way to bring in Sionis, but with his money, he's likely bought a few people," Harry said and Dent paused.
The evidence was concrete but perhaps not good enough to get anything accomplished. Dent gritted his teeth immediately.
He wanted to talk to his new associate and ask him another question but he was gone the moment that he left. He shook his head.
He was in quick, he was gone quick, Dent had no idea why he did that, but given the life that he lived, he was going to take a lot of these things in careful, careful stride.
'Harry, Barbara's…..well she's not too happy, she wants to call you, so if you want to take that call….she sounds pretty upset actually,' Kara thought seriously and Harry paused.
'I'm free, I'll take the call,' Harry thought to her. 'Put her on.'
From her position, Kara switched the communication call to Harry and it came in through his headset as clear as day.
"Harry, I think that Dinah's going to do something a bit….well she's going to do something a bit reckless," Barbara said fretfully over the phone and Harry watched and waited to see where this was going to go.
"Now, Barbara, I'm sure…."
"No, Harry, listen, she asked for information about someone who was called Black Mask, and….I found out a bit more about him but he's a dangerous crime boss and….." Barbara rambled but Harry cut her off before she could choke on her own words.
"Barbara, I need you to tell me exactly what you told her," Harry said and he waited as Barbara unloaded the information on him.
Harry figured that this would be close to being the case. He needed to track down Dinah and immediately before she did something that she might regret. The emerald eyed wizard slipped off to meet her.
Thunder clapped in the air, lighting flashed in the sky, and rain pulled down. Dinah rode down the streets of Gotham City to the warehouse, intent for a fight, and determined to find one. She had been preparing for this her entire life but her preparation was almost over, it was now do or die time.
Her mother, her mother's friends, they had all trained her from the moment that she was able do so . One could argue that she was born for this.
She stopped, ignoring the chills of a Gotham City downpour. The clouds in the air added to the already dismal atmosphere. She made sure that her bike was parked a block away as she took a careful look at her surroundings.
She saw two guards but she could barely hear what they were saying. Then again, they were just making conversation and it was hard to hear them all over Gotham City. The blonde watched as she heard the snatches of conversation between the two of the guards.
"Did you hear anything?"
"Not a damn thing."
Dinah paused and walked back over to the bike. She placed one leg over her bike and another leg over the bike, mounting it.
A grin spread over her face as Dinah began to rev up the engine.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"
That panicked shout was given by one of the guards. The debris from the impact caused the guards to thump down onto the ground for an extremely long nap.
As the bike skidded to a stop, she did a back flip. The bike continued to skid and took out a pair of its goons on its trajectory of crashing into the wall.
She landed on her feet, pulling out a pair of sticks, no more than about a couple of feet long.
The goons were bemused for a second, until they remembered that they suddenly had guns that they could fire upon this woman. She braced herself for the impact that was to come.
A pair of throwing daggers flew out of the shadows and hit the goons in the hands. Their guns flew up into the air and landed down. The impact also caused them to become unbalanced and fall flat upon their asses.
A second set of daggers took care of any guns that they could use to rearm themselves. Explosions destroyed the guns in a fiery flame.
The mysterious ninja clad in red and black jumped down from the ceiling and stood back to back with her, as the goons moved their way in. Someone finally managed to take charge.
"GET THEM!"
The ninja snapped them down by the ankle and followed up the attacks by kicking him straight the mouth. He shocked two of the goons and watched Dinah attack the leg of a rather large goon and knock him unconscious. She tricked two of the goons into plowing each other in the face and knocking the other out.
'You know, if these guys spent a lot less time yelling to get you and actually just got you, they might have had a better chance, 'Faora commented idly.
'As if they had a chance to begin with,' Amanda chimed in just as one flew through the wall with a bone breaking fury.
'I know that, but now they have chance and look like complete and utter tools,' Faora said to them as she watched Dinah take out another with a swift and brutal takedown at the legs through the corner of Harry's eyes. 'Oh she's pretty good, although she did get in a bit over her head.'
Harry channeled magic through the palm of his hand and blasted his enemy back with a palm thrust. This was a shot that was ninety percent skill and ten percent magic. In other words, it worked fairly perfect.
"I've got a quick way to take care of these guys," she said as she knocked the wind completely out of them with a vision kick to his stomach. "Trust me but you need to cover your ears."
Harry, without any hesitation, clapped his hands upon his ears.
She slipped around and opened her mouth. A super-sonic cry knocked the goons out. They did not see this Canary cry coming as it rendered them completely and utterly unconscious.
"So….I wondered if you would show up….." Dinah said as she grabbed him by the arm and lead them out of the building. "I know who you are."
"Oh do you?" Harry asked as he smiled. He suspected so never the less but this was confirmation. "Well I didn't want to insult your intelligence by saying it outright to your face."
"Understandable, besides I pretty much put two to two together and seeing your fighting style really sold it," Dinah admitted as the two of them quickened their pace.
"I didn't know you could do that, by the way," Harry told the blonde and she shrugged her shoulders, taking a moment to collect her thoughts.
"Well we all need our secrets," Dinah told him with a bright smile and he nodded, conceding that point as he placed his arm around her. They could hear the sounds of sirens as they left, which was the sign that they needed to make themselves scarce.
Harry and Dinah edged over to the blonde's bike and with a swift movement, Harry transfigured the bike into a Portkey and it got them onto a rooftop across the street and out of harm's way. Seconds later, the cops made their way inside, to join them.
The moment that they were away, Dinah's lips pressed on Harry's and she hungrily kissed him. He returned the kiss, his hands roaming down, exploring, enjoying every last inch of her sexy well formed body. His green eyes burned with a lustful passion that was powerful.
"It's obvious….well to me," Dinah reminded him and she smiled. "And that pretty much told me all I needed to know because no one kisses like you."
Harry would have asked what if she would have been wrong but then again, he respected Dinah enough to understand that she would have not made a mistake like that.
"So, Dinah….why are you dressed like a Playboy bunny?" Harry asked her and her eyes widened at the question.
Dinah paused for a second, her mouth hanging open. "It….was…my mother's!"
Harry smiled at her agitation, given that she may have had similar….misgivings about the suit. "Your mother was a Playboy bunny?"
Dinah rolled her eyes at that moment. "No it was hers when she was a member of the JSA."
Harry offered her one of his extremely charming smiles. "Dinah, that doesn't make my theory any less valid you know."
"God, I swear, sometimes you're worse than Ollie!" Dinah raged but Harry acted insulted.
"Actually I'm charming, quite charming, compared to Queen," Harry told her and he looked at Dinah. "So, that was a fight….so how did you enjoy your first time?"
Dinah smiled at the innuendo that was dripping from his voice. "It was quite pleasurable….but I think that our performance demands a celebration."
Without another word, Dinah threw her arms around him and kissed him harder than ever before. Her hands hungrily roamed his body and she ground up against his crotch. Her legs tightened around his waist and she placed her hands on the back of his head.
He was down on the roof and she straddled him. Harry managed to put some privacy spells up.
"You're so fucking hot and I want you so badly," Dinah breathed hungrily as she ran her hands down across his chest.
Dinah could not wait and she pulled down the bottom half of his costume, exposing his cock and balls to her. It was extremely erect and all twelve inches pulsed in her face. Her tongue trailed over the bottom of her lip and she placed her hand on his balls and squeezed them.
"Just relax," Dinah purred as she placed her lips on the head of his penis and prepared to push it into her mouth.
Harry grunted as her lips enveloped his penis with a solid embrace. Her mouth worked him over with a hungry blowjob as Dinah's hand groped his balls. She stroked him and worked him over. The slurping and the popping his dick deep into her mouth, taking it halfway down her throat.
Harry decided to give her as much pleasure as she gave him. She allowed her breasts to spill out of her top. They were D-Cup Breasts with erect and perfect nipples. Harry inhaled her glorious scent and fondled them, grabbing them, and causing her whimpering to increase as he worked over them.
Dinah popped his cock between her lips, hungrily dragging it around the top of it. She blew him, determined to get his cum down her throat. It was something that she was working with.
Harry had to play with her sweet little pussy and he rubbed her clit to cause her to moan. She nearly gagged on his cock but it was worth it.
He rested back and Dinah's warm thighs were inches away from his face. Harry groped her ass and prepared to drive his tongue into her perfect hot pink box. His tongue worked deep into her dripping cunt and worked her over. His tongue rattled inside her, vibrating at a super speed and that caused her to go down hungrily on his cock.
Dinah closed her eyes, she was determined to gulp up his cum, drain his balls. Her hands fondled him, rubbing him like a madwoman. She kept trying to coax every drum of his seed from his balls.
Eventually Harry unleashed his load deep into her throat. His seed spilled into her throat and she gulped it down. Rope after rope of heavenly cum splashed into her mouth and she pulled off, a few strings of it dripping down her lips.
Slowly, Dinah made sure Harry's eyes were locked on her as she licked her bottom lip off.
"So hot," Harry grunted as he watched her lip her lips clean and she smiled as she locked her eyes burningly onto his as she placed her hand on his crotch.
"And so hard," Dinah purred as she lifted her hips up with her legs spread inviting towards him. "I need that in me, now."
Dinah pushed her hips around his hard rod and her walls collapsed together around him. The blonde closed herself around him and began to furiously ride him.
Harry felt the burn as she impaled herself over and over again on his cock. It felt so good, this tight heaven wrapping around his cock as her pussy lifted off until the tip was almost out and she forced herself down onto it.
"Oh, fuck Harry, like that," Dinah moaned as he grabbed her breast and pinched her nipples, placing his lips around them and giving them an extremely hungry suck. He kept sucking and licking at them which drove Dinah to the edge of passion.
Dinah rocked her hips back against his tool as it probed inside her. She was really enjoying the feel of it, how much it stretched out her walls. She closed her eyes and kept herself tightened around him. His rod pulsed inside her as she rocked her hips back against him. The blonde was riding his member for everything that it was worth.
He thrust back into her and he used the next time she cum to reverse the position.
Dinah watched as Harry pulled out of her and her legs were spread. He pinned her arms down. Juices flowed from her thighs as he was hovering right over her and about ready to penetrate her body. The blonde panted heavily as Harry was this close to entering her hot and warm hole.
He grabbed her breasts and gave them a hungry squeeze. Then with another motion he plunged his thickness straight into her quim. She tightened around him as he hammered into her.
"Fuck, fuck, more, more!" Dinah begged him as his rod assaulted her body. The blonde's hot walls tightened around him as Harry drilled into her willing and wet pussy. He had his mouth down and he licked and kissed her breasts.
"You're insatiable, aren't you?" Harry grunted as his balls dribbled against her thighs. He could feel her arousal and it was wet. She was so tight, wet, and hot that Harry felt in heaven as she worked around him.
"YES, HARDER!" Dinah begged him as she squeezed his bicep roughly, digging her nails into it. She moved her nails over and sunk them into the back of his neck. This gave him encouragement to plow into her tight body.
Harry grabbed her legs roughly and she squealed with delight on that. His hands pinched the lovely flesh and then moved around to grope her tits. He slammed his rod deep into her body and stretched her out, causing her screams to get even more vocal as he hammered her tight, dripping, lovely cunt. The deeper his rod plowed into her, the more she screamed.
"I know you want it hard, but you got it," Harry grunted as he emptied her all the way, touched the tip against her dripping slit.
Then he grabbed her thighs and pushed into her. Her legs kicked up with her ankles resting on his shoulder.
Dinah clenched him as he rode her into the roof. It could give way and she would not be any the wiser until she hit the ground. She trusted Harry not to bring them down that much but in many ways she was brought to new highs. Her fingers or any toys would never pleasure her again.
"I always knew you like something strong and powerful between her legs," Harry grunted as he cupped her breast and sucked it which she moaned from his actions. He grabbed her tits.
She used her legs strength to flip him over onto the pavement and she placed her hands down on his shoulders, giving him a rough kiss, biting down on his lip. She trailed down his body and played with his ball sac before his cock was pushed all the way between her moistening thighs.
"Yes," Dinah moaned as she worked her hips around him, fucking him hard. She bounced up and down, she was not the least bit tired and she was pleased to see that he kept up with her stroke to stroke. This was everything that she imagined that he would be and more.
His hands groped her ass and she reared her head back, giving a powerful moan. She managed to hold herself back as to not defean him.
"Fuck, I feel it," Dinah mewled as her thighs clamped around his rod and she brought him deeper into her body.
His cock speared between her thighs, digging deep into her slit and she closed her eyes, moaning at the top of her lungs. He was this close to causing her mind to be blown and he pressed as far deep into her as he could manage.
Eventually, Harry managed to speed up his thrusts and blow her mind even more. He was about to pump into her.
"Cum in me, I want it, I need it," Dinah said as she clenched his base with her pussy and rode him up and down like there was no tomorrow.
His cum exploded into her, shooting several thick spurts of his seed deep into her. She closed her pussy on him, milking his rod as he fired his load into her.
Dinah saw stars as she pulled out of her.
"You want it, don't you?" Dinah asked as she exposed her sexy ass towards him. "I see you staring at it; I'd like you to fuck it."
His cock rose up at attention at the thought of fucking Dinah's ass and his cock was already well lubricated by a combination of their juices.
Dinah's tight ass wrapped around his pull and he grunted as she sat down onto his erect cock, her ass being stretched out.
"Fuck me," Dinah moaned as she felt it up her ass. This was a better feeling than fighting for sure. He grabbed her breasts and eased her anal cavity down onto her ass as she threw her head back. Harry placed his fingers onto her pussy and collected the excessive juices off.
He continued to fuck her ass hard. Her tight anal cavity wrapped around his rod as she bounced up and down him. Her tight buns worked him down up and down, hugging his cock.
He placed his fingers up towards her mouth and she sucked the juices hungrily off of his fingers. She licked him hungrily and rocked herself up and down his ass. She squeezed around his cock and rocked herself all the way down on his balls.
Harry grabbed her pussy and hammered her hard. She hung onto him, her ass tempted and played with him as he prepared to inject her with his love juices.
"Oh cum, cum in my ass," Dinah breathed and the thunder clap was not the only bang that resounded through them.
His cock unloaded his cum into her ass. She moaned as he grabbed her breasts and pussy, breathing at the top of her lungs as her mind was blown as she came down from a climax.
Smut/Lemon Ends.
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