( The After-Party... )

( Dinah and Monet, freezing in a tree... )

Just because there's no crime to fight doesn't mean Dinah is just going to let herself go. Maybe in part because there isn't much else to do, she's actually taken to working out with a whole new level of dedication. She's been spending part of almost every day at the gym, going through the most punishing routines she could come up with, working ( Read more... )

[continued from HEREAfter leaving the club she'd run. Run as fast as she could, as far as she could, before taking the hottest shower she could stand. It didn't make any difference ( Read more... )

01.) Full name? Dinah Laurel Lance ( Read more... )

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The walk out to the middle of nowhere was incredibly tense, and nothing Dick said during the trip had helped ease her panic. Not in the slightest. She might not be quite so ready to punch someone, but the fear is practically choking her and she just needs to find out for sure already. If he's right, and her cry is gone... ( Read more... )

Dinah had no idea how long she'd been staring into her coffee cup, but it was long enough for the contents to go cold, and she nearly spit it out when she took a sip. Cold coffee was just so gross. Dick had left her sitting at the kitchen table trying to work through everything he'd told her, but it wasn't getting any more clear, no matter how ( Read more... )

“You're not supposed to drive when you're angry," Ollie says from the back of the motorcycle. If it didn't mean taking her focus away from the chase, she'd turn around and punch him for that one. But there's no way she's letting Question and Huntress get away, not now. So she shouts, "They're heading towards the waterfront. Hang on!," over the ( Read more... )