The hospital had released Priestly on Tuesday, and after some discussion, wound up at the Clocktower, where Alfred was happy to make meals and check on meds, and Dinah was happy to distract him
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So, Dinah and Priestly had decided to camp out on the beach Sunday night. The weather was warm enough, they'd gotten a tent and a double sleeping-bag in town, and a cooler full of drinks and snacks. It had been really, really nice
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The portal dropped Dinah off on a runway. (Thanks, Portalocity). But at least it got her to El Paso within six hours of when she was hoping to arrive. Heading over to the Reyes' house after that was just a matter of grabbing a cab.
Finding a cop on the doorstep talking to Jaime? Not so much with the expected.
So. Momoko was missing. Dinah was not panicking. Nope. Nope. That wouldn't help. She had a ticket to El Paso for Portalocity tomorrow, which was as fast as they'd get her one. She'd considered calling in Raven and asking to be taken there immediately, but she trusted Jaime to call her if he turned up anything dire before then. She was still mad
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After certain hilarious phone calls yesterday, and various other stuff going on, Dinah was not about to phone her BFF to check in. So she was here in person, with snacks and amusement.
"Candy-gram!" she called out, ringing the doorbell.
[open for non-crazy phone calls, and the one mentioned.]
There had been plans for Valentine's Day. They weren't Important Plans, or life-changing plans, but still. Dinah had meant to be there for Leo's band playing at the Icicle Room, and then there was supposed to be dancing, and maybe who knew what afterward
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Priestly had called and asked Dinah to meet him at the Clocktower-- surprise tea party! Like she wasn't up for spontaneous foods at any time. Maybe he had something new to show off for Alfred
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You hear it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung. Written in neon paint across the recently robbed First Gotham Bank
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"Sorry, Dinah. No one new's been in here lately. No one old, in the sense of someone I would recognize and avoid like hell, either," Gibson told her as she picked up her drink. "I think the Arkham escapees are all hiding out. And you know there's tons of places they can do that
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