Wayne Manor is, it turns out, surprisingly easy to approach on a lone motorcycle. Dinah expected more intense security and maybe one of those gates you have to speak your name into before you're even allowed on the approaching road ( Read more... )

"What do you think you're doing?"

She's been tracing them for days: shadowing both in and out of costume, breaking into her Dad's now-empty office, rifling through her Mom's notes, She planned this, knew how it was going to go down, had a system, wanted to grill that one for more information after taking down all his buddies. She knew what she was ( Read more... )

"This is my town."

It's a voice designed to instill fear into the heart of man. To make it clear that the speaker tolerates no argument; that he expects to be obeyed - no scratch that: it's a voice designed to force abeyance, with expectations not actually a factor in the equation.

It needs work.

Dinah looks up from where she was binding the ( Read more... )