14500/A day at the Roost

A day at the Roost
Date of Scene:	04 August 2022
Location:	Mezzanine, Monarch Theatre
Synopsis:	Tim and Dinah make prep to give some bad men a bad night.
Cast of Characters:	Black Canary, Red Robin

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Black Canary has posed:
The alarms go off. Big time. Intruder in the theatre! Currently located, by appearances, in the mezzanine, opposite the library in the ... museum? Is that the right word?

When Tim makes it there, a figure in a long hooded jacket is holding one of the memorabilia in its hands. Green Arrow's boxing glove arrow, to be specific.

The figure turns.

"Hey cuz," the familiar face with the familiar blue eyes and the familiar (bottle) blonde hair says. "Your security is still really good. I need to up my game I think."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake had started to gear up but his security after a moment told him who it was, and he walks in with a smile, in normal jeans and a t-shirt. "Well, I would hope so." He does walk over to the wall, taps on the security panel and the alarm goes off. "Well, I do try to make sure I have the best." He offers with a smile.

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah twirls the arrow in her fingers a moment as she talks. "I'm trying, after all these years, to decide if this is the dumbest thing ever made or the most ingenious thing ever made."

She rests the arrow back in its stand.

"Or can it be both?"

She turns to face Tim and opens her arms for a greeting hug. "Nice to see you again, Tim. It's been too long. I figured I'd drop by as both the cuz, and to talk about the Outsiders, to catch up on status quo."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake nods, and steps in giving her a hug and says "Maybe a bit of both, always wondered how he got the trajectory with it. I have done a little bow use but not much. So, hope your doing ok."

Black Canary has posed:
"He has an instinct for trajectories that is close to supernatural," Dinah says. "He pulls crap off that people think is impossible in the same way that you and I pull crap off with our bodies that people think can't possibly be real. Just ... he's such a dork about it."

Dinah laughs and shakes her head.

"I'm doing fine. Alpha Flight's got me busy, and being their official representative to SHIELD means I'm always running and never have time to meet people. And of course there's the shop. I've been in NYC for a while on business, though, and figured, Gotham's a hop/skip away and, well, I really needed to talk to the Bats, and who better to talk to than the smartest Bat?"

Beat.

"But since Batman wasn't around I dropped by here instead."

Dinah steps back and into a defensive crouch by reflex, laughing.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smirks a bit and says "Oh, I am sure I have Oracle's number around here somewhere." He offers her in return, not seeming upset with the playful jab. "You know ya need something all ya got to do is ask, needing to get a few new gadgets on the bike?" He asks her. He will motion for her to follow him down towards the kitchen "Want something to drink?

Black Canary has posed:
"I'm down for anything, drinks-wise. Whatever you're having," Dinah says. "And gadgets? For the bike? You know me better than that, Tim. I prefer things that are steady and reliable, not these infernal things that break if you look at them wrong."

Dinah's infamous technophobia rearing its ugly head again.

"So how have you been keeping yourself busy these days? Still fighting all the crazies in Gotham or have you got yourself a hobby?"

Beat.

"Or a girlfriend? Any spandex-wearing chickadee catching your eye? Need a winggirl to help you with one? I'm here. Just sayin'."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over and smiles and says "My gadgets do not break when you look at them." He will get himself a soda, and her one as well. "I have been keeping Gotham held down, since the others have been busy for a while. As for a girl, not since Phoebe and I went our separate ways. Still friends and all but she had to go to Africa looking into her history."

Black Canary has posed:
"Aw, Tim, I'm sorry to hear that. Need me to break out the rolodex and organize a few mixers for introductions?"

It's hard to read Dinah's face. Is she joking or serious? It could go either way here.

"And what about the meta hunt? Any issues in Gotham, or is it the usual crazies and whatnot?"

Beat.

"I really miss the Gotham crazies, truth be told. I don't know what it is about this city, but you have the best crazies. Starling's ... boring. Either we have normal people, or crazies best dealt with just by ambulance. We don't get the Condiment King or people like that."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake chuckles a bit and shakes his head and says "I think I am good, and I am sure, I can talk the commish into shopping a few of them out your way. Heck am sure he would pay the shipping and handling even." He jokes. "Seriously nothing much beyond the normal, which I know maybe a much higher bar than most places.

Black Canary has posed:
"I really should do a patrol here in Gotham for old time's sake. Just hit the streets in the bike, look for trouble, and kick it into submission before zip-tying them together creatively and calling the cops."

Dinah frowns. "I'm not sure if Bats will tolerate guest stars in his city, though. He gets really possessive sometimes. Remember when he tried to revoke the Birds' license to operate in Gotham because we HQed in Metropolis?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake says, "He has gotten a bit better about it, just prefers to keep the power use down if at all possible, so we don't have the goons go looking for something to give them an even edge and such ya know?" He grins a bit and says "Maybe hit around Ted's gym and make sure all is good."

Black Canary has posed:
"Last time I was in Uncle Ted's place he got grumpy because I drank all the bourbon he thought was hidden behind the counter," Dinah laughs. "If I go there this time I'd better take some as a peace offering! But that's not a bad plan. There's usually trouble in Ted's neighbourhood. It's one of the ways I got workouts back in the day. Go to Ted's for practice, then get a workout on the way home. Should I go in the fishnets, though, or in civvies?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake hmms and says "Well depends on what type of work out you want, if you want help I would say I can accompany you in the red and black." He says of the Red Robin costume. "Help or sit back and watch giving you a bit of back up if there tends to be a dozen more than you expected or something

Black Canary has posed:
"Well if we're going to go out together, might as well dance together," Dinah opines. Just fishnets, the black, and the red and go out looking for trouble. It'd be nice to see how you've developed. Hell, maybe you've picked up something interesting for me to look into."

She shrugs, then, draining her soda in a single pull.

"Or we could go out clubbing. Know any good places with baby seals?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake chuckles a bit and just shakes his head a bit and says "The Zoo, has a new exhibit, but they are way to cute for that." He offers with a smile and will walk over to the fishtank and slides his hand to flip a switch behind it and it opens a doorway into the secret area.

Black Canary has posed:
"OK, so no clubbing. Just go out and beat up the bad guys. Maybe find their bosses and beat them up even harder!"

There's something some might find a little bone-chilling in the casual way Dinah talks about going out and picking fights with hardened criminals. Of course these are people who don't know about her habit of going into a randomly-selected biker bar in civvies and cleaning it out after the first one tries to grab the goods...

Does that make it better or worse, come to think of it?

"I've got the fishnets in the saddle bags. Mind if I change in one of the spare rooms?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake nods, and says "Sure, I got a spare costume of yours down in the locker room as well." He offers her showing her the way down and to where she can change while he heads to change as well. Soon back out packing his utility belt.

Black Canary has posed:
For her part, Canary just heads out to her bike and brings in the saddle bags before disappearing into the proffered room and stepping out in record time later dressed for action. "This is going to be fun, Cuz," she says. "It's been ages since you and I played. You still favouring sticks, or have you switched it up to limbs?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over and says "I still use the staff, but I am pretty good hand to hand too." He offers her with a smile. Once he has the few special things he is putting in the belt, he runs it through a machine for the more standard filling and then slides it on.

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah watches the belt filling with amusement. "Bats has an obsession with those and he's passed it on, hasn't he?" she laughs. "I've just got the jacket and a bunch of pockets. Knuckle dusters. Knives. Zip ties. Notebook. Flask of bourbon. Flip phone. Just the essentials. You need to travel lighter, Tim!"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over to her, and says "Well I wager my belt does not weigh much more than your jacket, and it gives me quite a few more options than just punches." He looks to her, and says "We are going to have to get you past being a technophob." He jokes

Black Canary has posed:
"Why?" Dinah's question seems an honest one. "I mean I do great the way I am. Why do I want to add gadgets to it?" She shrugs. "I mean communication earpiece, sure. Got mine right here." She points to her ears. "When I'm doing infiltration, some infiltration kit, obviously. But what does gadgeting up bring me in day to day work?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks to her, and says "Well a few smoke pellets, can set you up so they don't see which way your coming from. Lock picks of course, one of my personal favorites." He detaches a small micro drone from his wrist and sets it to hovering.

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah opens up one side of her jacket to show the pockets. "Pellets and lockpicks, both having room if I need them." She checks one of the pockets. "I didn't bring picks with me this time, though," she confesses. "But if I'm on an infiltration job, of course I'll have picks and others. For things like we're about to do, picks don't really have any need. Why not just kick the door or Cry it down?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks over and says "Well one I can't cry it down, but two, what if you find you want to get the jump on them, sneaking in and making the fight happen where you choose is a good thing.

Black Canary has posed:
"I just make sure I'm good enough I can fight wherever, whenever," Dinah teases with a wink. "But yes, I agree that sometimes you need the kit. That doesn't mean you need the dorky-looking belts. 'That's a badass set of belt pouches!' said nobody ever. Compare with 'That's a badass leather jacket!'." She pats her cousin on the shoulder. "It's a little thing called 'style', Tim. Now let's get out there and cause some damage!"

Beat.

"Bats is still opposed to unnecessary structural damage, right?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake chuckles and says "Style yea." And with a button push his red bike shows up all sleek lines and speed even standing still. "Depends on where it is, if it is something that needs to be tore down, and you know there is no bystanders or innocents going to be hurt then it is ok."

Black Canary has posed:
"OK, just wanted to refresh myself on the rules," Dinah says.

Appreciative eyes roam over Tim's bike. "Good taste in bikes," she begrudgingly admits. "I've switched over to an electric myself, but it's still shaped like my classic. Just ... quieter." She makes a wry face. "I kinda miss the noise, so sometimes I make engine noises myself."

Tim's new task: figure out if Dinah is joking or telling the truth here...

"So, I'll get set up on mine outside, then you and I can go beat up some bad guys for old times' sake!"