Happy Birthday, Merfilly!
Have a present. I hope you like this!
Title: Without Hesitation or Regret
Author:
bastet_in_april
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Barbara, Dinah/Slade
Word Count: 1015
Summary: Space pirate and freelance revolutionary Dinah Lance and Intergalactic Military sanctioned mercenary and bounty hunter Slade Wilson, with occasional commentary from Dinah’s intelligent Ship, the Oracle.
Notes: Written as a present for
merfilly's birthday! Sci-Fi AU.
The port is full of refugee crafts from the system Dinah Lance herself has just recently come from. Some of them are sleek, expensive-looking crafts, their perfect forms now pocked with battle scarring, belonging to the recently deposed government of the Regulus system fleeing the vindictive populace they had once controlled. Others are the barely space-worthy and ancient ships of the residents of Regulus System, who had responded to the overturning of the dictatorship by taking immediate advantage of the lifting of the strict prohibitions on space travel out of the system. Dinah was pleased to note that several ships that had belonged to the dictator, himself, had fallen into the hands of these sort of refugees after Dinah and the band of Regulan revolutionaries she had been aiding had stormed the palace and driven out the officials and their military guard.
Dinah can hear Oracle’s voice complaining in her ear about the scars from energy weapon fire marring her shining armored bulk, but there is the satisfaction in the Ship’s voice that comes from a successful battle coordinated with few casualties. Dinah also suspects that when the corrupt officials try to establish themselves again away from Regulus, they will find that their electronic bank accounts will no longer support them in the style to which they are accustomed.
After securing The Oracle and promising her full repairs before they leave port (at which point, her Ship states that she has already made the arrangements for that, and a reputable work crew will be there first thing the next morning), Dinah sets off into the port town to find herself accommodations and a place to unwind. Her body is still buzzing with the adrenaline of the fiercely physical ground battle, in which Dinah had had to lead fighters of various levels of expertise, followed by a frenzied space battle, in which Dinah had taken a back seat to Oracle’s superior expertise in ship against ship fighting. She sets out for the closest place with gym facilities, hoping to work some of the coiled tension out of her muscles.
It turns out that the gym is actually primarily a shooting range, and most of its visitors are there for that, so Dinah has the dojo space pretty much to herself. She takes a bag and throws herself at it, falling back into familiar movements she's known from childhood. The gravity is light here, so Dinah feels more of an effort to keep her movements contained than she does in making them. Eventually she feels the hummingbird wings humming under her breastbone calm, fading into a pleasant feeling of thorough use in her muscles. That knotted tension she feels when she engages an opponent from a chair in space, rather than directly, under her own power, is finally slipping away. At that point, she moves on to a series of katas. She is about midway through the second, when she feels the eyes on her.
There is man standing with one foot on the dojo floor and one foot on the floor of the hallway behind it. His posture is easy, resting against the frame of the door, arms crossed loosely over his broad chest. His one blue eye is assessing and appreciative, not just of her body, but of the use she is getting out of it. Dinah does not need Oracle’s voice in her ear to tell her who this is.
“Long time no see, Wilson,” she says, and hears Oracle’s voice, which had been reading the files that the ship had collected from the galactic infonet, stutter abruptly to a stop. Dinah does not doubt that her Ship’s data-combing has abruptly switched directions; Oracle will want to know why the space pirate Black Canary would get within five systems of Slade Wilson, bounty hunter and mercenary, Deathstroke, who frequently works with unofficial Intergalactic Military sanction.
Slade’s mouth quirks up into an inviting smile. “Probably for the best, considering the circumstances under which we parted ways.”
Dinah’s lips thin slightly at the reminder, but she pushes it aside to look at Slade considering. “You don’t have to hover in the doorway,” she invites, and settles into a ready stance, waiting.
Slade’s flashes his teeth and moves to meet her.
Dinah is worn from several days of fighting mixed with careful surveillance, sabotage and a lot of waiting, but she settles eagerly into the spar. Slade eyebrows rise appreciatively, recognizing that the small brunette has improved since he last fought with her, honing her skills and pushing her limits to a much higher degree. By the time they end the spar, both of them are smiling fiercely. Dinah feels the warmth that has settled with such familiarity into her belly at crossing blows with this man. Slade sees the welcoming and anticipation heating her stormy blue eyes, and leans down. She tilts her head up to meet him in a very thorough kiss. When they break apart finally, for breath, Dinah murmurs, “I have a room about a five minute walk away.” Her hands want to wander their way across the expanse of Slade’s chest, but she forces them to still themselves.
Slade’s hand is resting on the back of Dinah’s neck. “I think we can make it there faster if we hurry,” he says, and the sound of his deep voice makes Dinah’s skin buzz with anticipation.
“Let’s go,” Dinah breathes, and they turn towards the door as one.
Oracle makes a disparaging comment in her ear about how bad an idea this is, but Dinah ignores her. “Keep that up, and I’ll just shut our link off completely,” Dinah murmurs distractedly under her breath, her eyes sweeping the broad shouldered form in front of her appreciatively.
“Dinah…” Oracle presses, frustrated and worried.
“I’ll be careful, O. You can tell me ‘I told you so’, later, okay?”
Oracle sighs. “I wish I didn’t have to say it so often,” she mutters, half to herself, and shuts off the link.
Watching Slade move, Dinah can’t bring herself to care that she might regret this later.
***
If you catch any more tense errors or inconsistencies, please let me know. I was dead tired when I tried to edit this
Title: Without Hesitation or Regret
Author:
bastet_in_april
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Barbara, Dinah/Slade
Word Count: 1015
Summary: Space pirate and freelance revolutionary Dinah Lance and Intergalactic Military sanctioned mercenary and bounty hunter Slade Wilson, with occasional commentary from Dinah’s intelligent Ship, the Oracle.
Notes: Written as a present for
merfilly's birthday! Sci-Fi AU.
The port is full of refugee crafts from the system Dinah Lance herself has just recently come from. Some of them are sleek, expensive-looking crafts, their perfect forms now pocked with battle scarring, belonging to the recently deposed government of the Regulus system fleeing the vindictive populace they had once controlled. Others are the barely space-worthy and ancient ships of the residents of Regulus System, who had responded to the overturning of the dictatorship by taking immediate advantage of the lifting of the strict prohibitions on space travel out of the system. Dinah was pleased to note that several ships that had belonged to the dictator, himself, had fallen into the hands of these sort of refugees after Dinah and the band of Regulan revolutionaries she had been aiding had stormed the palace and driven out the officials and their military guard.
Dinah can hear Oracle’s voice complaining in her ear about the scars from energy weapon fire marring her shining armored bulk, but there is the satisfaction in the Ship’s voice that comes from a successful battle coordinated with few casualties. Dinah also suspects that when the corrupt officials try to establish themselves again away from Regulus, they will find that their electronic bank accounts will no longer support them in the style to which they are accustomed.
After securing The Oracle and promising her full repairs before they leave port (at which point, her Ship states that she has already made the arrangements for that, and a reputable work crew will be there first thing the next morning), Dinah sets off into the port town to find herself accommodations and a place to unwind. Her body is still buzzing with the adrenaline of the fiercely physical ground battle, in which Dinah had had to lead fighters of various levels of expertise, followed by a frenzied space battle, in which Dinah had taken a back seat to Oracle’s superior expertise in ship against ship fighting. She sets out for the closest place with gym facilities, hoping to work some of the coiled tension out of her muscles.
It turns out that the gym is actually primarily a shooting range, and most of its visitors are there for that, so Dinah has the dojo space pretty much to herself. She takes a bag and throws herself at it, falling back into familiar movements she's known from childhood. The gravity is light here, so Dinah feels more of an effort to keep her movements contained than she does in making them. Eventually she feels the hummingbird wings humming under her breastbone calm, fading into a pleasant feeling of thorough use in her muscles. That knotted tension she feels when she engages an opponent from a chair in space, rather than directly, under her own power, is finally slipping away. At that point, she moves on to a series of katas. She is about midway through the second, when she feels the eyes on her.
There is man standing with one foot on the dojo floor and one foot on the floor of the hallway behind it. His posture is easy, resting against the frame of the door, arms crossed loosely over his broad chest. His one blue eye is assessing and appreciative, not just of her body, but of the use she is getting out of it. Dinah does not need Oracle’s voice in her ear to tell her who this is.
“Long time no see, Wilson,” she says, and hears Oracle’s voice, which had been reading the files that the ship had collected from the galactic infonet, stutter abruptly to a stop. Dinah does not doubt that her Ship’s data-combing has abruptly switched directions; Oracle will want to know why the space pirate Black Canary would get within five systems of Slade Wilson, bounty hunter and mercenary, Deathstroke, who frequently works with unofficial Intergalactic Military sanction.
Slade’s mouth quirks up into an inviting smile. “Probably for the best, considering the circumstances under which we parted ways.”
Dinah’s lips thin slightly at the reminder, but she pushes it aside to look at Slade considering. “You don’t have to hover in the doorway,” she invites, and settles into a ready stance, waiting.
Slade’s flashes his teeth and moves to meet her.
Dinah is worn from several days of fighting mixed with careful surveillance, sabotage and a lot of waiting, but she settles eagerly into the spar. Slade eyebrows rise appreciatively, recognizing that the small brunette has improved since he last fought with her, honing her skills and pushing her limits to a much higher degree. By the time they end the spar, both of them are smiling fiercely. Dinah feels the warmth that has settled with such familiarity into her belly at crossing blows with this man. Slade sees the welcoming and anticipation heating her stormy blue eyes, and leans down. She tilts her head up to meet him in a very thorough kiss. When they break apart finally, for breath, Dinah murmurs, “I have a room about a five minute walk away.” Her hands want to wander their way across the expanse of Slade’s chest, but she forces them to still themselves.
Slade’s hand is resting on the back of Dinah’s neck. “I think we can make it there faster if we hurry,” he says, and the sound of his deep voice makes Dinah’s skin buzz with anticipation.
“Let’s go,” Dinah breathes, and they turn towards the door as one.
Oracle makes a disparaging comment in her ear about how bad an idea this is, but Dinah ignores her. “Keep that up, and I’ll just shut our link off completely,” Dinah murmurs distractedly under her breath, her eyes sweeping the broad shouldered form in front of her appreciatively.
“Dinah…” Oracle presses, frustrated and worried.
“I’ll be careful, O. You can tell me ‘I told you so’, later, okay?”
Oracle sighs. “I wish I didn’t have to say it so often,” she mutters, half to herself, and shuts off the link.
Watching Slade move, Dinah can’t bring herself to care that she might regret this later.
***
If you catch any more tense errors or inconsistencies, please let me know. I was dead tired when I tried to edit this