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Dick Grayson	Sunday is a day for laziness for some. It's a day when people take what time they can and spend it on decompressing, relaxing, and finding something to help push them through the next week and the trials that await them. But for most of the members in the Batfamily, it's just another day. Though a visit to an old friend, that's something that can be done in a civilian guise and fits the storyline of a young Dick Grayson paying a call on them just to catch up...     Which, to a degree, is what the young vigilante intends to do. It's been some time since he last saw Dinah on the rooftops of Bludhaven and hadn't had near enough time to chat and shoot the breeze. It's just this particular chat... it's predicated on an entirely other matter.     The bodies that were dropped in the Moreau caper, the systematic execution of the fallen gunmen, the number of casualties. It sat ill with the Bat. Intel is needed about what happened, and if needs be a warning. Dick would try and take this duty ahead of the others, however, since he might be able to impart such words with a little more politeness than might be coming from some of the others.     So it was with that reason that Dick Grayson, in blue jeans, white sneakers, and a red t-shirt shows up at the young woman's apartment and makes his presence known, by doorbell if possible and phone if that doesn't work for whatever reason.
Black Canary	Really, there are two ways into her house. Through the florist shop on the ground floor, or at the door to the attached garage at the back. That's where the doorbell is, for deliveries originally, now for ringing up to the loft on the second floor.     After a moment, you can hear footsteps coming down the stairs, before someone stops on the other side of the door. Then you can hear it be unlocked (which are fairly sturdy from the sound of it), before the door swings open, revealing Dinah wearing a black tank and grey sweatshorts, barefoot, and looking like she was in the middle of exercising, her hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail. "Hey, you! Long time no see, come on up?" she offers, turning to start heading back up the stairs.
Dick Grayson	"Yeah, it'sa me." Dick grins and sets foot on the stairs, starting to follow her up with his hand on the railing as is proper. But he takes a moment to close the door behind him, locking it and then rounding to follow her back up. Of course he averts his eyes a bit until they reach the top and he reaches the loft with her.     "I drew the short straw to check in with the miscreants in the city, and you're first on my list. So what's the haps?" He says as he strolls in, giving her new digs the usual once over and trying not to over-analyze her life from whatever odds and ends are about the house, despite Bruce's training.     He slides his hands into his pockets and looks across the way to her, "Though it's good to see you."
Black Canary	Dinah looks back over her shoulder, smiling a bit. "Miscreant, am I?" she says amusedly, padding into the kitchen. "Want something to drink? Water, beer, diet soda?" she offers, opening the fridge to rummage inside. Her loft seems...lived in, for once. It often hasnt' been, especially when she was more full-time on League business. There are a few new things, a couple posters for a band called Ashes on Sunday...which seems to feature...her? Or someone who looks spot on like her, though dressed in much more metal clothes than she normally wears.
Dick Grayson	"Water's fine," He says as he walks after her, even as he looks over the place he at least tries to not look like he's looking over the place. A glance lingers at the Ashes on Sunday poster, before he turns his gaze back on her, "And maybe miscreant is too strong of a word. Ne'er Do Well?" His smile is a bit gentle as he meets her eyes and then takes up a place against the wall, leaning there with his hands still in his pockets.     "This is a social visit, I promise. /But/," He says with a small apologetic turn to that smile, "I do have some business to bring up and get your read on. What went down the other night with the casualties and the komodo dragons." His blue eyes meet her own as he murmurs, "Wanted to hear what went down from you and see if there's anything I can do."
Black Canary	There's a snort from the fridge, before she pulls back, carrying a pair of water bottles and bumping the fridge shut with her hips as she underhands one gently to you. "Mmmm ne'er do well DOES sound somehow classier, I'll admit." she says thoughfully, flopping down on the couch, then motioning you to the other side. Her expression turns more serious at that, all business now. "Yes. Met the new girl. She's...interesting." She smiles faintly. Now that you're closer, you can see she's getting a nice shiner and below where the tank top hangs you can see a nicely developing bruise against her ribs, which she idly touches as if remembering. It also shows off what looks like a cut running along the top of her leg, and another against her left bicep that look more jagged. "Haven't had a good sparring partner who had a style like that in a long time. Girl of few words though."     She inhales, then lets it out slowly. "I don't know. Batgirl and I were inside the building. We didn't realize someone was taking out the baddies there until after it was all over, mostly because there was so much gunfire going on aimed at the building we were in we couldn't distinguish the shots." She frowns. "And Moreau's gang had some heavy hardware...grenade launcher, even a RPG. The grenade going off, we didn't even realize it was aimed at the gang types, not us."
Dick Grayson	"Yeah, she's pretty great." Dick likes her, gets along well with her, and that much is evident in the smile as he nods to Dinah. But really that's all that needs to be seen though he does add, "She's fit into things, is amazing. She pushes me to improve and I like to think I help her a bit as well."     But he stops as she starts to speak on what happened that night. Though she may catch his eye as he considers those injuries upon her, just small glances gauging what must have happened for that contact to be made with someone as skilled as herself. "So you didn't get an angle on or a glance of the gunmen who did this? Did you shake up anything on the street? A new gang or some element moving in?"
Black Canary	Dinah wrinkles her nose, taking a long sip from her bottle. "Got some of the shells; Batgirl does too so I'm sure she's going to give them to Bats to analyze. But no...we didn't. Was good, took out about ten guys by themselves." Her eyes narrow. "...the problem was, he went back and doubletapped all of them afterwards. Professional. Ruthless. Could have been a rival gang, but if so, why take out the mooks outside instead of coming in after Moreau herself?" She raises a finger. "Which, I'm mildly embarrassed to say, I don't know who drove her off either, though it involved one of the komodo dragons she was trying to steal growing to monsterous size and exploding, apparently. Batgirl and I were busy saving the hostages inside, we hadn't gotten to her at the time that happened."     She leans forward a bit. "But, that was too....focused. They came in ready to hit them, whoever it was. And there aren't many vigilants with the cojones to operate in Gotham like that. My first thought was the Hood, but I thought he's moved on from here."
Dick Grayson	"Mmm," Dick nods as he looks to her, still holding his bottle unopened for now. It's only after she finishes telling him her point of view that he'll sit down on that couch at the other end, turning to the side and resting his knee on the seat beside him, his arm on the back of the couch. "I have a feeling this is going to be my homework assignment." He gives her a nod. "I'll need to run some things down, get some contacts working on it, and a visit to the hit site."     He chews his lower lip for a moment and she can imagine the gears turning and clicking in his head. It's just a span of a few heartbeats before he exhales faintly, then smiles to her. "Alright, sorry. Enough about work. So what's been up?"     He asks that of her but then he also adds, "You look a bit roughed up. That all Cass?" He asks with a quirk of his brow.
Black Canary	She mmmms, then gets up, padding over to where her jacket is hanging on a hook, reaching into a pocket to rummage and pulling out an evidence bag that she tosses to you. "Knock yourself out...saves me a trip if you can analyze those, and I trust your eyes on something like this." she says, walking back over to sit crosslegged on the couch.     She smiles faintly at the question. "Bruises, yup. Girl knows how to hit. She was probably at a disadvantage as well, having to hold back when I could hit full strength against armor." She runs a finger along the jagged cuts. "This, however, was shrapnel from the dumbass with the RPG firing it in the air above me, breaking his arm in the process to do it, and another dumbass setting it off with a spray of automatic fire." She wrinkles her nose. "...Moreau's boys are pretty hard core, I'll give them that." She shrugs. "NOthing serious though, don't even need stitches."
Dick Grayson	Catching the evidence bag he flips it over in his hand to look at it, long fingers pushing the casings in the bag and taking a gander at them, turning them this way and that. His brow knits, then he pockets it in his left back pocket. Turning back he offers her with a smile, "Well you play a bit rough too."     He only then opens the bottle, twisting the top off and tilting it back for a few swallows. "So other than our shared crazy hobby, what else have you been up to?" He gestures absently to the posters behind him, "Is that... you?" He asks with a hint of incredulity to him, "I mean... your voice is pretty amazing. But never figured you to be all metal."
Black Canary	Dinah's lips quirk at that as she smiles faintly, glancing at the poster. "...it did feel a little, eh, immodest to hang that, but...yes. After what happens with the Birds, I just..." She frowns. "...I took a step back with things. Tried some new stuff. That was one of of them." She shrugs a bit, smiling. "Not exactly my best moment for hiding in plain sight...I go by just Canary as the lead singer. But..it's...good. Helps me get out some things, and I like performing for a crowd, the energy of it."     She shakes her head, smiling. "Even got a contract for an album. I just...can't commit, I guess.' she says, rolling her water bottle in her hands absently, then sips from it again. "...still don't know exactly where I want to be, honestly." she says. Because if she can't be honest with you, she doesn't exactly have a lot of people she can be, right?
Dick Grayson	"No Dinah," Dick smiles and leans forwards a little, "I mean, not no, but I mean... I can totally see how you could do that and take a lot of happiness from it." He looks over again at the poster and tilts his head to the side, as if looking at her all anew. Then he looks back at her, "If that is something that tilts your wheel, then you should go for it. Your voice is amazing, and really if you share it with people and they find it great, then that's something."     He looks again at the poster and seems a little thoughtful, then tells her, "The things we do, they help people. We make a difference. But it's also important for there to be joy in the world, you know."     He tilts his head to the side, "Just don't forget me when you get all famous."
Black Canary	She pssssh, shaking her head as she laughs. "I'm sure I'm at best internet famous." she says amusedly, then sighs a bit. "....I don't know, Dick." she says softly. "Sometimes I'm not sure where I'm going." She frowns. "...I went straight from military to the League, to the Birds...and then, suddenly...I dunno." She shakes her head. "...I messed that up bad, not sure if I trust my judgement anymore as a team leader definitely...not that I had anyone until relatively recently to really think of as a teammate. "She smiles and raises the bottle in a little toast. "Lady Blackhawk...ended up running into her, being part of her new Blackhawks, which is...different. Little more grey than I'm used to, honestly, but heart's in the right place with her."
Dick Grayson	"That's good," Dick tilts his head the other way, "No harm in setting out and doing your own thing for a while. And there's no rush on things. We're both young." There's a pause as he smirks and adds, "ish... relatively." But he'll make sure to be just out of arm's reach in case she's feeling ornery. "But I mean there is time to do things, explore yourself, and figure out where you're going and what you want to do. If your time is good with the Blackhawks, then heck... spend time with the Blackhawks."     Dick is definitely more easy-going than the Bat, but it's not like he hasn't walked a similar path himself. Speaking of which, "By the bye, I acutally have been considering making a choice myself." He lifts a hand to rub the side of his neck, "Been having problems in Bludhaven, the police force up there is like Gotham's used to be before Batman. So I've..." He scrunches up one eye, looks away, then looks back, "Been thinking of going to the police academy."
Black Canary	She blinks a bit at that, leaning forward. "...huh. You think you can make more of a different inside, then?" she murmurs softly after a moment of thought. "Might be a bit harder to balance both jobs, if you're staying rooftop...but you'd have a lot more resources close to hand too." She smiles a little. "But I could see that...you always had the gifts to be a detective, obviously." She leans back again. "Do you need a hand over there then, while you're doing night school, or whatever?" she says amusedly. "Bludhaven isn't that far. I can help out if you need it."
Dick Grayson	"If you find you have free time, of course Dinah." The young vigilante offers a bright smile, "You'd always be welcome." He gives a nod then and adds, "But that's the idea. I'd have some time where my roof time might be limited because you have to live on the campus while training, I'd need to figure out what my arrangements might be and see if I could still get out decently. But I think I can balance it."     Dick flares his hands as he gestures to the side, "But this depends on a lot of things. Some things are still a bit... up in the air with Bruce." He furrows his brow and looks to the side, as if wanting to say more but instead he just shakes his head. "I still sort of," His smile shifts rueful, "Haven't told him... I was planning on doing this."
Black Canary	"Ah." That one short word carries quite a bit, both understanding and sympathy. "Yeah...I'm not sure how he'll feel about it either." Dinah admits, ruefully. "But then again, you're not him." she points out. "And you're the one who's there. You shouldn't second guess yourself because he might disagree. He might even approved." She makes a face. "As much as he ever approves of anything he doesn't set up himself, anyway."
Dick Grayson	"Yeah," For a time there's silence after he says that, thoughts drifting introspective, but then he comes back to the here and now by saying again, "Yeah." His smile broadens and he takes a sip of the water. He leans to the side, "But if you do come up to Bludhaven, I'll need you to promise me one thing."     He holds up a finger towards her, eyes narrowing behind it as he meets those blue eyes of hers, "If you do another concert, I get tickets. Alright? Alright. It's settled." He then spreads his hands, "Anything else going on? Got any plans for today?"
Black Canary	Her lips twitch. "I'll save you front row seats and a backstage pass." she promises, nodding as she leans back, resting an arm on the back of the couch comfortably. "Hmm, other than that? Not really, mostly pondering my next moves with the Moreau thing and working off some steam. So, open?" she says, waggling a hand. "We could grab some dinner if you havent' eaten yet?" she offers.
Dick Grayson	A nod is given, "Can grab some dinner, and I can swing by the site of the shooting, play it by ear." He gestures towards her garb, however and lifts his chin. "Did I interrupt you, or you just being all slacker and lazy today?" Dick Grayson grins and takes another pull of his water, then leeeeans over to the side to put the mostly empty bottle on her coffee table before settling back into his seat opposite her.     "But I figured I'd put my time in your hands, you have one Mr. Grayson at your disposal for the next..." He squints across the way towards the clock, "The next six hours." He looks back towards her and his voice slips deadpan, "Entertain me."
Black Canary	There's a short huff of amusement at that, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, do I now? Well...something to eat would be nice, if you don't mind giving me a little bit to make myself presentable." She adds, archyly "And this is not slacker, this is working out clothing and appearance...no point in making myself pretty when I'm just going to be soaked in sweat and needing a shower afterwards anyway." She finishes off the rest of her water, then snags your near empty, standing up as she unscrews it and pours it in one of the plants on her windowsill, then carries them off to toss in a rcycling bin in her kitchen. "Unless you're meaning you'd like to check out the scene in uniform, of course. In which case, I should probably change in an entirely different way?"
Dick Grayson	Gaining his feet, Dick /streeeetches/ smoothly, his arms reaching up and his long spine curving with that supple flexibility of an acrobat, then he turns the other way and back again, shaking out the kinks. "No, let's stay civvie for now. I've got a big night ahead and figure I could just use some 'me' time." He says that lightly as he rests his hands near the small of his back and turns to the other side, loosening up.     That's one thing about Dick, his mentor is The Bat, and even when he wears the facade of Bruce Wayne... he is the bat. But the young Grayson, he is the reverse and seems alright with that. "You go get changed, I'll just snoop around and look for your high school diary. Something to read while I wait." He grins a bit, feigning some level of innocence with that open smile.
Black Canary	Dinah sticks her tongue out at you as she wanders back to her bedroom. her hips swaying under the athletic shorts she wears as she disappears inside, kicking the door shut lightly with a foot. "Won't be long!" Her voice says through the door.     Sadly there's not a lot of incriminating evidence just lying out that you might find, other than a...photo? Which stands out as a polaroid mostly. It shows a mussed looking Dinah and a similar Grace Choi standing in what looks like one of the more villainous dive bars in Gotham, posing. From the look of it, they've just dispatched pretty much the entire bar in what must have been a hell of a bar brawl.     A minute or so later you hear the shower flip on. True to her word, it's a quick one...she's back out in about five minutes, having changed to a royal blue short sleeved blouse and jean shorts with comfortable looking sandals. She gives a little twirl, her hair a bit damp still. "There...presentable."
Dick Grayson	To be fair, despite his claim, Dick wouldn't do that much snooping. Alright so he did do a perimeter check and gauged the sight lines and approach angles from the street at the windows he had access to. And alright so he did make several mental plans on what to do and where to move should a point of entry be breached at various points in the room. But /other/ than that, he didn't really snoop around too much. And then she appeared.     A small shake of his head is given, "You always have a way of embracing such casual beauty, Dinah." The erstwhile Robin slides his hands into his pockets and gives her a nod, "Do you have an idea of where you'd like to go? I figure you know the neighborhood better."
Black Canary	"Oh, well...flattery gets you all sorts of kudos, Mr. Grayson." she says cheerfully, snagging a purse from a side table and sliding it over her arm. "Well, there's a nice Thai place a couple blocks from here, if you're in the mood for spicy? Great green curry, nice and and spicy." she offers, heading over to open the door for you. "Shall we?"
Dick Grayson	Stepping through the door and heading towards the stairs, Dick gives a nod, "Thai sounds great." He rests a hand upon the railing and waits for her to get the door situated and locked behind her, then he begins the descent, taking the steps in a rapid-fire staccato pace that ends with him shouldering open the door and taking his turn to hold that one open for her.     "I should admit I did see that picture of yourself and Grace, she's a character." He says as they step out onto the street. He waits there as well for her to finish locking up the place. "Very... honest about her feelings." His lip curls wryly.
Black Canary	Dinah grins a bit. "Ah, that...yes, she is. We, ah, were looking into the recent metabrawls and felt the easiest way to find out where they were was to simply beat our way through the criminal underground until someone either told us to stop us or recruited us to join." She shrugs. "It made sense at the time...fun as hell too, honestly." she admits cheerfully, as she walks down after ou, then locks up the door when you close it. "Grace is a Blackhawk too, met her there, but we've been hanging out a bit since we're both here."
Dick Grayson	"Yeah?" Dick falls into step with her as they set off on foot to the restaurant, "Well last time someone looked at me like that I think it was..." He rubs a hand along the back of his neck as he ponders distantly, thoughts drifting, "Catwoman I think." He shakes his head and smiles sidelong at her. "But anyways, she seems a good sort. Tell her I said hi." His lip curls as he walks.     And, as they round a corner he tells her sidelong, "Also, you're totally buying."