Gotham University, New Gotham City, Tuesday

[blondecanary]

Dinah had sent Raven a text that she'd be on-campus this afternoon, and was hanging out waiting for her first class of the semester to start ("Political Terrorism: What We've Learned Since No Man's Land").

Hmm, another global text:

Add/Drop 'A History of Vigilantes' ? Depressing, uplifting? Or add 'Prisons and Asylums: Where Arkham is Failing'?

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[lovemykilt]

And a timely text that was -- it served as the perfect reminder that Priestly was being terribly neglectful of keeping his BFF up-to-date.

But, well, that's what happened when someone suddenly handed you a restaurant.

Either way, Dinah's phone was a-ringing away.

[blondecanary]

Woo!

"Dinah Lance, not free-lance! What's doing, Sous?"

[lovemykilt]

"Personally, I think your whole curriculum needs far more useful things like nutrition and not burning your new apartment down with the stove, but that's just me. I vote History of Vigilantism." Because answering her actual text was of vital importance. "Aaaaaaaaaaand guess where I am?"

[blondecanary]

"Please don't say some airport in Asia again," Dinah pouted. "The only good thing about that was the glass noodles. You didn't even meet a yak. And yeah, it's not cheating for me to take it? Although, I guess most vigilantes are less with the targeted mob members and more about the random violence..."

[brat_inslayage]

So what was a girl to do on a slow night on patrol except do her reading for class while hanging out in a graveyard, really? Take a moment to send a text message, that was what.

Someone tell me again why I thought it was a good idea to pick a major with a molecular bio prereq?

Not that this was the class reading Kennedy was doing at the moment; it sort of had to take a backseat to her Portuguese homework. It was a convenient thing to complain about, though.

[blondecanary]

Dinah's thumbs were flying.

Aaack. Molecular anything. What the heck is a prereq to? Taking a sip of her mocha, Dinah added, How's the demon-slaying?

[brat_inslayage]

Phys Ed teaching degree. Hey, useful and convenient to the whole teaching-girls-to-fight gig. Kennedy squinted off into the distance; nope, just a passing stray cat. And Willow won't do my homework for me. Upside, the book makes a good weapon.

[blondecanary]

Cool! See, that was a job Dinah might be good at, if the whole private eye thing didn't pan out. And she shouldn't, but I'd have asked her too. When are you gonna need that in your job? Either job. Seriously!