Saturday night, The Clocktower
"In the past three weeks, several acts of sabotage have taken place at the International Runway competition being hosted here at Gotham City. An incident of food poisoning, which was initially thought to be an accident. Then a girl lost half her hair when someone hid a razor in her brush." Barbara was typing away, pulling up clips and feeds from the competition, shots of models on runways, in bathing suits, evening gowns, an a few looking nervous and posing with white tigers.
"Classic beauty queen melodrama," Helena said, trying to hide her yawn. Dinah giggled into her popcorn.
"This week," Barbara said, ignoring the commentary, "it's escalated. Two young women landed in the hospital. The scenery had been sabotaged at one of the preliminary fashion shows. And I have recordings of one person being two places at once." She clicked and showed the images. "A real maintenance worker... and a fake one, who then takes on the appearance of a person in the crowd, and disappears." She sighed in frustration. "We have a meta. A shapeshifter. Trying to end the competition for some reason."
"Ooo?" Dinah checked.
"Ooo." Helena agreed.
"We need to get inside that competition," Barbara said, carefully not looking at Dinah. "Protect the girls, and get a closer look at the possible suspects." She took a breath, then looked at Helena. "The upper age limit on the competition is twenty-four."
Helena's eyebrows rose, and then she turned and looked at Dinah. Who looked back, mouth full of popcorn.
"What?"
Barbara was looking at her too, over her glasses.
"What?!"
Helena folded her arms. "Congratulations. I've finally aged out of the 'bait' pool... and you've aged in."
Dinah stared at them both. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me."
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"Classic beauty queen melodrama," Helena said, trying to hide her yawn. Dinah giggled into her popcorn.
"This week," Barbara said, ignoring the commentary, "it's escalated. Two young women landed in the hospital. The scenery had been sabotaged at one of the preliminary fashion shows. And I have recordings of one person being two places at once." She clicked and showed the images. "A real maintenance worker... and a fake one, who then takes on the appearance of a person in the crowd, and disappears." She sighed in frustration. "We have a meta. A shapeshifter. Trying to end the competition for some reason."
"Ooo?" Dinah checked.
"Ooo." Helena agreed.
"We need to get inside that competition," Barbara said, carefully not looking at Dinah. "Protect the girls, and get a closer look at the possible suspects." She took a breath, then looked at Helena. "The upper age limit on the competition is twenty-four."
Helena's eyebrows rose, and then she turned and looked at Dinah. Who looked back, mouth full of popcorn.
"What?"
Barbara was looking at her too, over her glasses.
"What?!"
Helena folded her arms. "Congratulations. I've finally aged out of the 'bait' pool... and you've aged in."
Dinah stared at them both. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me."
[establishy, but open for phone calls]