Black Dahlia -- if the papers were calling her that, she wasn't objecting -- moved through the shadows of the alleyway. James Gordon would be arriving at his apartment building any time. Luckily, the building wasn't in the greatest neighborhood and the streets were already dimly lit. It would make getting his attention (and keeping hidden) ( Read more... )

Dalia looked in the mirror ( Read more... )

It was after midnight when she left the company of the Huntress. Dalia's adrenaline was high. She couldn't just go home and sleep. There were too many thoughts swimming in her head. What was she getting herself into? Could she keep up with Huntress? Would she ever know the woman's real identity? Would she be able to keep her new identity a ( Read more... )

Dark, shadowy streets on the other side of the City from her own apartment ( Read more... )

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Dalia's words to Andrew echoed in her head as she walked to the cafe that her sister (when not wrecking peoples' lives or doing others' dirty work) frequented. She glanced in the window and immediately noticed Duela, alone with a coffee and a book. Dalia sat by the fountain not far from the cafe and waited--no,

Dalia knocked on the door of Andrew's office ( Read more... )

As the mayor smiled in front of the press and told them about the research permits that were being given to Strohman Chemicals, Dalia stood behind him, trying not to look as upset as she felt. When the Strohman representative came forward to tell the press (in vague terms) all the benefits this would bring Gotham City, Dalia couldn't take it any ( Read more... )

"How was the meeting?" Dalia asked as soon as Andrew walked through the apartment door. She practically leaped off the couch ( Read more... )

A week had passed since the library fundraiser. The mayor was at the doctor's getting the major bandages removed from his shoulder wound. He'd been regaining his strength in the last few days, which Dalia was glad for, since that meant she wasn't needed as much. He wouldn't need the sling any more and he would be self-sufficient again. They still ( Read more... )

[Takes place after the fundraiser.]Dalia followed Andrew onto the elevator in silence. They were quiet until they reached his apartment. He fumbled with the door lock ( Read more... )