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Post by Lady Blackhawk on Mar 21, 2012 1:32:24 GMT -8
"Don't tell the Skipper you said that." she chuckled, her hands gripping the throttle as she eased around. "She might get a little jealous of her standing place with you."
She tried to keep her cheery side a bit more active as opposed to her extremely concerned side. She was trying to keep things in check. For Dinah's sake.
She rolled her eyes at Dinah's hair comment. "Oh.. pfft. You know that even after a good ole fight down in a mud hole my hair will STILL pick up worthy titles for the sheer volume and brilliant luster." she threw in a dramatic hair-toss for good measure.
She smiled back to her. "You're welcome. You know I'm always glad to spread my wings a bit."
Making her way toward their headquarters, Zinda fussed with the controls. "Coming in easy.." she reported, her eyes watching her instruments before bringing the Aerie Two to an easy landing.
She turned to the back, her eyes watching the green hooded figure idly sitting behind her. "You going to be able to get her inside okay while I power things down here?"
[TBC: Arrow, Dinah, Oracle]
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Post by Green Arrow on Mar 21, 2012 2:50:56 GMT -8
In his eyes, the flight back to the headquarters was a blur. A phase. he didn't really want to think about anything, or anyone. Green Arrow was a man at inner conflict. Someone who had no idea quite what he was getting himself into, or where to go from here.
It was all supposed to be so damn simple. He fakes his death. Goes underground. Saves the day without being seen. Gotham's guardian angel.
But Dinah haaaaaaaad to get herself a beating...
*sigh*
Who was he kidding?
Ollie knew the truth. In his heart of hearts, he felt like he was doing the right thing at the time, but Dinah was right. He was being selfish. He could have taken this another way. Sure, the big guns like the Supermen and the Batmen of the world would have a field day with him. Tell him that he's no hero. That he's a coward. That he's no better then the baddies. Yadda yadda yadda. Ollie would punch Supes in the face and shatter every bone in his hand. Blah Blah Blah. But then, there woyuld be others...
The others like Wonder Woman, an Amazon Warrior who has been forced to kill the gods. Green Lantern, whose lethal force ruling on his power ring has saved the galaxy time and time again. But even deeper, there is his family. Roy. Mia. Conner...especially Dinah. He could have trusted any of them, but he didnt.
It's his cross to bare, but maybe someday, they can forgive him.
Green Arrow hoped out of the copter and nodded softly to Zinda. He always respected the Blackhawk name, and clearly Oracle was in the right to place her trust in her piloting skills. When Zinda suggested that he help Dinah inside, he knew instantly that we was right. Hell, a few extra brownie points never hurt anyone.
"I will do my best."
Olive pulled back his hood, exposing his blode hair to the outside cilled wind, looking gently at Dinah. He had hurt her so much, and the thought of being the one who hurt her killed him...but he was still a stubborn bastard. He was never the type to simply drop being angry and play Mr. Cutesie. He was Green Arrow, dammit. He had an image to protect...or at least what's left of one.
He didn't know what to say to Dinah. What could he say? Finally, he just listened to his heart and held out his arms to help her inside, knowing that it was the least he could do...
<=====TBC: Dinah, Oracle=====<<<
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Post by Black Canary on Mar 21, 2012 19:52:56 GMT -8
"if you say so" Dinah shook her head at Zinda's hair comment. The landing was soft as usual. Zinda really was the best pilot around.
"thanks for the ride, Seems I owe you a few drinks" She smiled and slowly stood up and let Ollie help her out of the helicopter.
There eyes caught for just a second and his seemed full of pain but Dinah was to stubborn to address it, part of her was a little happy that he was hurting, a little payback for what he had done to her. After her feet hit the ground she gently pushed off of him.
"I can walk by myself" Part of it was plain stubbornness mixed with a little pride but most of all she really didn't want to be near him at the moment.
"The entrance is this way" She slowly limped to the side of the roof leading him over to a door. She entered her code and the door popped open.
"and now the fun begins..."
TBC: Oracle, Arrow
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Post by Oracle on Mar 21, 2012 21:49:27 GMT -8
From inside the clocktower, Barbara kept tabs on the activities that were going on from the roof. She was already ahead of herself by the time she heard the faithful chiming of her security system announcing Dinah's presence to her. She had tea out and a bowl of fruit and cookies to keep Dinah occupied while she was getting ready to stitch up whatever cuts and gashes that would be awaiting her.
Hearing the shuffling trademark of Dinah's boots, she exhaled.
Only being able to see things through Dinah's PoV only did so much. She couldn't be there to defend her when she needed an added hand. The guilt, once again seemed to rush over her. The guilt followed by the anger and sadness seemed to course through her body causing her hands to shake with the emotion she was struggling to keep hidden.
And only hours ago she could have sworn that the events of the night's activity left her best friend laying on a dark and gloomy alley dead. Seeing her bloodied and lifeless hand laying out in front of her as she looked on in sheer terror and remorse because there was nothing at all that she could have done to have helped the situation.
She gripped the arm rest of her chair to try to regain herself as the beaten figure of Dinah approached. "I'm so glad to see you..." she greeted warmly. "I.... I thought I lost you."
And she really did.
[TBC: Canary, Arrow, Zinda]
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Post by Green Arrow on Mar 21, 2012 22:04:37 GMT -8
Green Arrow stepped to the side when Dinah avoided his assistance. To say that she still seemed to be mad would be an understatement. However, considering that he didn't have her hood heel shoved inside his eye-socket, she must have been at 'epicly pissed' mode as opposed to 'pure hate'. Thank goodness for small miracles.
As he followed Dinah inside the secret entrance to the Clocktower, Oliver reached back into his Quiver and took out his bow. He didn't get the feeling of danger, but moments like these, it didn't hurt to have a security blanket.
He had only heard about the Clocktower, but had never stepped foot inside it before. The first thing that caught his eye was the color scheme. Lots of black. Lots of green.
Respectful.
The other thing that caught his attention was how the Clocktower reminded him so much of his own Clocktower from once upon a time. It was brief, but for a few months, Oliver once called Metropolis his home town, and used one of the city's own clocktowers as his home base. It worked well. His eyes in the sky to monitor the entire city. Sometimes, the best laid bases are the ones that are already established.
He came to a dead stop when he say Oracle and Dinah meet face to face. He knew he was in hot water, and the only thing worse then an angry girlfriend was an angry girlfriend's best friend. His name was going to become mud, and it was an encounter he was not looking forward to.
...but it didn't mean he was going to go down without a fight.
Placing the bow against his chest, Green Arrow pulled his hood back up and crossed his arms, making a defiant stance that told both women that he wasn't going to take too much crap. There was a difference between getting a talking to about actions and getting a talking to about ethics.
Oracle wanted to chew him about his actions? Fine. He deserved it.
But ethics....that was a fight he wasnt going to lose...
<-----------TBC: Oracle, Dinah----------------<<<
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Post by Black Canary on Mar 21, 2012 22:11:45 GMT -8
"yeah I know.....I'm sorry about that." Barbara was good at hiding her emotions like Dinah but her eyes always gave her away. Dinah could see the fear and pain behind them and it just made her feel even worst about the evening.
She gently hopped up on Barbara's makeshift med lab bed. "I am ready for you Doctor" She manged a slight smile though she knew this was not going to be pleasant.
She looked at Ollie all puffed up and stubborn looking. She just roller her eyes and shook her head. He always had to be so macho. "i'm sure you remember our recently returned from the grave guest, or at least the stories I have shared about him..."
tbc: Oracle, Arrow, Zinda
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Post by Oracle on Mar 22, 2012 1:05:15 GMT -8
As Dinah passed to make herself comfortable on the medical bed she prepared, she stood idle for a few moments taking note to the man standing back a few feet. His distance was respectful, his expression was unwavering.
With everything that had been going on over the past few years, over the past few weeks... she had to admit seeing HIM in front of her was the last thing she expected.
Okay, well, maybe not the last thing. She could think of some things that would really surprise her, but she was more than sure any of those were NOT going to happen.
Then again, this was a longshot within itself.
Her eyes locked with the Emerald Archer before her. Being trained as she was in reading body language, it came as second nature to her. Not much really needed to be said to her on a face-to-face basis, but in some cases?
It was needed.
She knew he was well prepared for this speech. Though, she really wasn't sure if anything she said was going to stick. He did happen to have a stubborn streak. Not as bad as hers or Batman's... but well enough of one.
Before anything happened there was one thing that she had to say to him.
"Thank you for bringing her back.. I cannot thank you enough for your actions...."
She bit her tongue. She wanted to just... wait to say what she needed to say. but with all of the emotion running through her? It was hard to hold back. She really tried. But she just couldn't.
She kept her voice strong and never allowed her gaze to break his own.
She was solid.
Just like oak.
"I am not one who is about to pass judgement on you. What you went through... I don't blame you. Just as I don't blame Dinah for doing what she did.
"I just wish you would have STOPPED to realize the impact of those whom you left behind when you disappeared. The hearts you've broken. The LIVES you've... crushed for vanishing."
She paused, her head turning to where Dinah had made herself comfortable. "BOTH OF YOU."
The inner rage that was within her was just clawing to get out. And she was starting to wonder if she should just give in and allow Pandora's Box to come flooding out. "Oliver-- you couldn't have BOTHERED to let us in on whatever PLAN you had? Especially DINAH.. Mia-- Connor, Roy--"
She choked, thinking about it. Internal anger wanting to just lash out. Her voice had raised octaves higher than her norm. She was beyond pissed. She growled. "ESPECIALLY ROY." Flashes of sweet Lian-- and her father's grief stricken face flooded her mind.
She snapped.
"He NEEDED YOU--!!!" With a swift move, her hand clenched her escrima and swung it full force at the back of his knee. He needed to be brought down to her level. Using her weight, she twisted her second stick and rammed it into his lower torso.
No one ever expected her to move that quickly. And that was the thing that she always played well into her advantage.
She had her moments with Roy as well as Lian. Lian was a darling one. And her heart fell heavy with the thought of her joyful smiling face. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and slammed him down on the hardwood floor so his eyes were exactly at the same level as hers. The burning fire of rage and genuine concern had met Ollie's own.
"You meant the WORLD to your 'Family' and you deserted them in their greatest time of need! How DARE you!!"
She pulled him close to her, making sure she pressed her weight onto the point where she struck his torso. She probably cracked one of his ribs. At this point... she didn't care. He probably knew he had it coming. Discomfort was the least thing that he needed to worry about.
"You were SO busy being a SELFISH prick, that you couldn't take the time to STOP and MAYBE--"
She inhaled, allowing her voice to simmer down. "...maybe.... realize that even though you did what you did.. that.... that we UNDERSTAND? I will stand by the LOVE of your LIFE in saying that you are one SELFISH asshole. The League understands. In times of crisis..... and GOD have we been through MANY.
"Each time more trying than the next.
"Would you really think that would OUTCAST you like that?
"Your morals are sound. Your judgement is just. We KNOW the man you are, Oliver. YOU are, no doubt a hero. BUT..." she pushed him back, her hair falling in front of her face. Her chest heaving. "You're STILL an asshole."
She took a long moment to watch him from her position. "You WILL fix this. I am NOT giving you an option. "
She motioned to Dinah. "She means the absolute world to me. And for the time she vanished, I will admit my WORLD has been hell. My best friend was gone.... My foundation had suddenly vanished and I needed to learn how to stand on my own again. But sometimes... you NEED that foundation." She paused, looking at him, seeking his eyes for anything worth of him understanding. "Do... you GET it?
"YOU are the foundation to MANY. And when you uprooted, you collapsed MANY walls. We're ALL interconnected. And if you don't understand that by NOW? I'm going to ram this stick so hard against your skull until i BEAT that sense into you!!!"
She took a breath.
Oh.
She felt SO much better.
"I'll get you some ice..." she said as she finally pulled away from him, returning later with an ice pack, tossing it to him roughly.
She was good now. She said what she needed to say.
Wheeling herself over to where Dinah had taken refuge, she prepped a few cleaning swabs and started to get to work on bandaging Dinah's mid-section. "Can I pull the jacket off...? or.. am I going to have to cut it off?"
She knew Dinah wasn't going to like the sound of that. Cutting up the uniform?
Thems were fightin' words.
[TBC: Zinda, Arrow, Canary]
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Post by Lady Blackhawk on Mar 22, 2012 1:17:02 GMT -8
Zinda made sure to make everything was tucked away before she made her way toward the service elevator that she rode down to it's desired location.
The moment the doors opened, she was met with Ollie's backside and Barbara starring him down right in front of her.
It almost seemed like the shootout from the O.K. Corral was about to take place right in the middle of the flat. She stepped aside quickly and walked over to where Dinah was sitting and started to make herself busy with applying ointments to some of Dinah's abrasions.
She kept quiet and merely watched as Oracle stepped forward.
This....
Wasn't going to be good for Arrow.
She knew that look in Barbara's eye....
[TBC: Arrow]
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Post by Green Arrow on Mar 22, 2012 1:43:19 GMT -8
Oliver assumed it would be like grade school. The classic scenerio. Child gets caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Teacher keeps him inside during recess. Gets a stern talking to. Says he's sorry. Goes home with a lollipop in his mouth. Simple as that.
He stood un-assuming, bow still clutched tightly as she began. The usual speech was arriving, one that he's replayed in his mind over and over again.
He knew.
He knew his actions were wrong. He knew there was a different way to go about it. Everything he had done, he had the best of intentions for. Having Oracle cram it down his throat didn't do anyone any good. This was his curse. Something he would have to live with for the rest of his life. Something that killed him inside, but something that he couldn't let out. What was Oliver going to do? Beg? Cry? Hope that everyone in the hero community could forgive him? Would it make anything any better? Would it change the past? Hell no! All he wanted was for Oracle to give him his talking to so that he could get on with his life.
That's when it happened...
He thought about Lian. And Roy. And the pain Merlyn gave to them...the pain that he, himself, had given to those closest to. Oliver gritted his teeth softly, trying to show no emotion, but it didn't last long.
He let out a groan of pain, his knee giving out as he simply slumped down to his hands and knees. Usually, he is able to prepare his body when he saw a blow coming. Toughen up and bite through the pain. But the times when he didn't see them coming...that was when they hurt the most. he looked up at Barbara, a look coming across his face, almost as if he was that very child he thought of earlier, softly asking 'why? Why is this happening to me?' The expression was met with a second stick jammed into his body.
The obviously broken rib he had received caused a little internal bleeding, Oliver coughing up a small amount of blood. It trickled down his lips just in time for Barbara to pull him in closer, getting eye to eye with him. He let his arms hang, not even attempting to defend himself. Maybe he deserved it. Maybe Oracle needed to work this out of her system. Maybe she deserved her pound of flesh, eitherway, Oliver knew one thing.
He couldn't strike her back.
Not now. Not ever.
His body crashed forward by Barbara's slam, causing him to lurch forward and smash his face into the wooden floor. His nose was clearly broken, causing more blood to spew out of him. A mixture of coughing and wheezing came out of him as she slowly began to try and pick himself up, Barbara still screaming at him. His eyes glazed over to Dinah, then to Zinda who had just come back in. The thought that he was getting the crap kicked out of him, and no one is bothering to step forward and assist him made the concept loud and clear.
He was alone.
Even amongst those closest to him, former friends, he was alone. Oliver Queen had put himself into this spot, and he had no right to worm himself out of it. Gordon called him every name in the book. So much so that he almost began to feel like he was the monster. Like he was the one who set those bombs himself. But soon, it was over.
Oracle wheeled herself over to Dinah, ready to check on her. Beaten and bleeding pretty heavily, Oliver finally began to slowly pick himself back up, spirting out some more blood in the process. However, Oracle could have beaten the hell out of him all she wanted to, but he still wasn't going to allow this 'arguement' to go one sided.
"...H....*cough*...Hey...."
Having trouble standing on his own, Arrow reached over for his bow, using it to stand back up, favoring his knee, which he could now barely put any weight on.
"...You....you think it was fun...huh? You think that...having yourself considered dead by those closest to you was fun? Goodtimes by all?"
Gritting his teeth violently, Arrow limped over to Barbara and Dinah. Each step was met with violent pain, and it was obvious. Oliver had to work himself through the pain just to stand, let alone walk.
"When I did what I did...a piece of myself DID die up there! You want to call me an asshole? FINE! You want to call me a prick? Go ahead! Hell, maybe you are right! Maybe I am both of those and a hell of alot more!!!"
Close enough, Oliver leaned it to both Barbara and Dinah, reaching up and finally ripping off his trademark dominoe mask, only to reveal something he rarely showed anyone.
Tears.
Tears began to roll down the cheeks of Oliver Queen as his angry, furious expression turned into sorrow. Pure hurt. The type of hurt that can only be seen in the face of someone who has been through hell and back, but never truly let his emotions out.
"...but don't either of you DARE call me selfish...what I did....I did for the world. I did for those who stand by concepts like 'truth' and 'justice'. You said earlier, Dinah, that I look at myself as the 'hero amongst heroes'. That I am 'the most important hero in the world'. Im not! Im a C-lister living in A lister shoes...but that's not how the world sees me! The world sees me as the guy standing side by side with Superman on lunchboxes! Im the guy whose costume is worn by kids on Halloween! I didn't ask for this....fame, but dammit, I have it! And I sure as hell am not going to drag the rest of the worlds heroes down with me because Im a killer!"
When the word 'killer' escaped his lips, Oliver took a deep breath, turning his back to the twp and took a few steps a way to try and collect himself, again wincing in pain with each step. He came to Oracle's monitors before he turned back, his voice again much softer.
"You say I need to 'fix this'? That I need to 'fix my foundation'?....yeah...tell me something I don't know..."
Slowly, Oliver began limping out of the monitor room, each step followed by a grunt of pain, trying to walk the pain off, still as stubborn as ever.
"...and don't hurt yourself....I'll get my own damn ice..."
<----------TBC: Dinah, Oracle--------<<<
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Post by Black Canary on Mar 22, 2012 17:46:20 GMT -8
Dinah couldn't help but smile as Barbara took her anger out on Ollie, he deserved it. That is what a best friend is for, to beat the crap out of your ex when you are unable to. Though listening to her speech Dinah knew that she had it coming as well, and her version wasn't going to be much better, though probably less violent as she had already had her beat down for the night.
But Barbara was right, Dinah had only thought of herself when she went off radar just as Ollie did, though at least she didn't pretend to be dead, Barbara knew she was alright, just didn't want to talk.
She smiled as Zinda came over to assist her, though she knew it was more of a curiosity and wanting to see all the action that kept her there, the rest was just more of a formality so it looked like she had a reason to be in the room. They both stayed silent as Ollie was ripped a new one and got the crap kicked out of him, though he wasn't even trying to defend himself, not that he would strike back at Barbara but he could have at least tried to stop some of the blows, Maybe he knows he deserves it.
Dinah did her best to keep her composure as Ollie moved closer defending himself and his actions, but for Dinah it sounded like a broken record, she had already heard his excuse before and she was in no mood to deal with it again so she remained silent as he finished and limped off. Zinda's pain killers were starting to kick in and she felt a sudden calm start to fall over her.
Dinah gently laid down so Oracle and Zinda would have an easier time working on her. She hoped Barbara had gotten her anger out of her system and Dinah wouldn't have to deal with her tonight as well.
tbc: Oracle, Zinda, Arrow
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Post by Oracle on Mar 22, 2012 18:07:18 GMT -8
As Barbara gave herself a moment to breathe watched Ollie's reaction. His words, the way his body contorted under her harsh blows.
He WAS listening.
She respected him for that.
But the moment she saw him peel back his eye mask and saw the few tears streaming down his cheeks, her heart buckled.
She held herself strong, however. She was Oak, after all.
She knew what he meant. She knew how he felt.
"Just because you're a small fish in a big pond doesn't mean anything." she told him after a moment. "This is our pond. We are ALL in this TOGETHER."
Pulling off Dinah's jacket, she got a better look at her torso, motioning for Zinda to hand her one of compact scanning instruments.
Her voice was softer now. There was no need for the screaming or the hostilities.
She closed her eyes thinking about it.
"You were and you were not selfish in your tendencies." she said slowly. "You sacrificing yourself for the cause is something that can only be seen cast in a ray of light and nothing short of nobel. But when you vanished you left a mass of a black hole that only you could fill."
Her eyes turned back to him, somber. "I get why you did it. I get why you disappeared. I don't blame you. Just know from this point forward you're NOT alone."
[TBC: Zinda, Arrow.]
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Post by Lady Blackhawk on Mar 22, 2012 18:21:35 GMT -8
Zinda couldn't help but stop from patching up Dinah's facial and arm abrasions the moment she heard the tale-tale sound of the
-Thwack!-
--from Barbara's escrima sticks.
She had to wonder why, throughout everything, Ollie didn't fight her back though. She wasn't too well acquainted with the guy, but what she did know is that he really didn't take crap from anyone.
It had to have been an internal battle, she figured. That would be the only reason why he wouldn't have defended himself from at least one of Barbara's attacks.
Listening to Barbara's speech, she relaxed her shoulders.
Some of the things she said, really hit her close to home. If there was one thing that she had learned with her time with her team was that no matter how rough things got, the fact that they were in on everything together helped. It was the only reason why they managed to get out of certain situations alive.
The greater good of the team would pull the benefits of everyone around them.
She wanted to open her mouth to add something to everything, but... she felt it inappropriate.
Her dancing blue eyes looked back to Dinah, asking her silently if she was alright. She didn't need to speak, but she was pretty sure Dinah caught her knowing glance.
Reaching over, without question, she handed Barbara a small tubular pen-looking device she was motioning for. She leaned down and whispered to Dinah. "I'll be right back, Sug. Gunna get you a pillow."
[TBC: Charlie--!!]
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Post by Green Arrow on Mar 22, 2012 20:12:11 GMT -8
"Yeah...not alone...tell that to my busted nose. 'With friends like these', right?"
Oliver was running on pure aggression now. What Barbara said had replayed in his mind time and time again. It was nothing new. Hell, everything that she and Dinah told him was the same spell over and over again, and frankly, he was tired of hearing it.
What did he have to do? Paint a picture?
"Me Ollie. Me do bad. Bad, Ollie, bad."
Frankly, the only thing he was more sick of then considering himself in the wrong was others pointing out that he was in the wrong.
He didn't need this crap...
Limping over to one of the living quarters/sick bays of the Clocktower, Oliver found a mini-fridge loaded up with everything he would possibly need. Ice. Cold patches. Heat patches. Bandages. Stitches. The sky was the limit. But right now, it was his nose that was giving him the most trouble. Grabbing at the ice in a grizzly fashion, he pressed the ice against his nose, closing his eyes and finally let out a cool, relaxed breath.
What was said to him continued to circle in his mind, and really, he came back to see Dinah safely returned, and maybe to try and talk out how he could do some good: not to get an ass beating and a lecture. If the Birds were going to keep him around just to give him a world of guilt, then what the hell was the point in sticking around?
The secret was out. He was alive. No point in staying underground anymore. Oliver figured that he might as well return to Star City and assist in the re-building process. He could have easily hide himself amongst the rubble and stage the return of Oliver Queen. He could pass it off as nothing more then being trapped, and finally finding a way to free himself. From there, Green Arrow could slowly re-build his reputation in the city as well, going back to being the hero he knows he could be...even if he had to do it alone.
Barbara Gordon said that he is no longer alone.
Ha.
Even with a broken nose, he could still smell the bullcrap from a mile away. She and Dinah made it perfectly clear that he wasn't welcome at the tower anymore, and he had no interest in disappointing them. As soon as the bleeding would stop, he would be out of there, and there wasn't a single thing anyone could tell him otherwise.
...That's when he turned around and came face to face with the 16 year old red-head looking back at him from one of the beds in the sick bay. her face was surprised, but not at all worried as the two just looked back at eachother.
"Uh.....hi."
<-------------TBC: Charlie---------------<<<
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Post by Misfit on Mar 22, 2012 21:10:03 GMT -8
Charlie could hear it all, but she didn't want to get involved.
Ever since her sudden lapse in memory, she had been hesitant to go anywhere, much less get out of bed. Her headache was long-gone, but for the time being, staying in bed seemed like a good solution. She still didn't have the slightest idea what happened to her, and was a little afraid to find out.
She found herself in a bit of a nap, images flooding her mind. They were the same images that she had began seeing everytime she closed her eyes. A man in a parka. The man with the sunglasses. The alleys of Gotham. Herself screaming. However, as her emerald eyes flung open, she heard the sound of Barbara yelling, following by the sounds of yelling, and loud impacts. She had no idea what it was, but she chose to stay out of it.
Eventually, the sound of heavy breathing began to get closer and closer until she saw him. Green Arrow. The Emerald Archer. Not only back from the dead, but right there in front of her, raiding the fridge. She stayed quiet, simply watching him taking a handfull of ice, not quite sure what to do or say.
Eventually, he turned and finally saw her. He looked like hell. Whatever the shouting was about, he clearly got his ass kicked. After he met her with a surprised greeting, she found no other reply acceptable then the obvious.
"....Hi."
TBC: Oracle, Dinah, Zinda, Green Arrow
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Post by Oracle on Mar 22, 2012 21:47:00 GMT -8
Barbara managed to use her scanner and it along Canary's body, letting her handheld transfer the image of Dinah's internal body structure right before her.
"Couple of cracked ribs..." She expanded the image and changed out a few filters. "Luckily there doesn't seem to be any internal bleeding." Setting the handheld down, she went to cut Dinah's new bandages. "Your lucky you can withstand a beating."
She frowned taking a look at the wound that Zinda was attending to on her forehead. "...and that you have such a hard head." She looked back to Dinah, allowing her eyes to briefly catch hers. She meant that last statement matter-of-factly too.
She didn't want to lay anything on her too thick, considering the condition that was in, but again...
Things needed to be said.
"You mean the world to me, Dinah.... and seeing you up on that screen just about shattered me from the inside out. I... don't know what it was.. but i SAW you DIE in front of me. You were there. LIMP. Bleeding...."
She really didn't want to get into that right now. The bad images were once again flooding her head.
"I... gave you my speech earlier when you came in asking about Ollie.
"But..."
Why was this so hard?
"It's like I told Ollie... Everyone is their own foundation to a larger structure. You just happen to be mine. It's been like that from day one, and you know it.
"We NEED you Dinah. I need you." She motioned in the direction that Ollie limped off to. "And that Lug-Nut over there needs you." This time, when she called Ollie a Lug-Nut, she actually meant it in an endearing way.
"None of this can do anything alone anymore... And I already know that you know this. Otherwise.. you really wouldn't have come back, busting down my doors like you did."
She knew how Dinah worked.
And after all of this time of knowing the woman, she better well ought to.
Barbara's head perked, hearing some shuffling from the hallway and caught sight of a fuzzy slipper.
The only other person who wasn't here in the room. "I'm... sorry, Charlie. Did we wake you...?"
She went back to tending to Dinah's wrist, still speaking to Charlie. "Could you do me a favor, and grab the extra med kit in the back? I'm... going to need to re-set our guest's nose."
[TBC: Dinah, Zinda, Charlie, Arrow]
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