A cry for help(Dinah/Invite)

[Wally West]

*Two Hours Ago*

"Dinah Lance, also known as Black Canary has issued a request to return to the Justice League. However, pending her previous actions and associations..."

A moment had passed as Wally simply shook his head. This was ridiculous. Dinah didn't do anything to betray them. She left without notice sure but, there were times when Heroes needed a break and didn't feel the need to just tell everyone. It wasn't like Huntress's situation after all. And that was a part of it: Her 'associations' but in Wally's opinion, that didn't mean anything. She wasn't shacking up with Lex Luthor after all, just a friend. Even if he didn't agree with the way Ollie or Helena handled things, they weren't committing crimes for the most part. And Wally knew better than to judge. Revenge is a powerful emotion that can drive anyone to make decisions they normally wouldn't.

"Excuse me for interrupting but, is there something I'm missing here? If we're kicking people out purely out of their tendencies to leave without telling anyone and shady friends, Batman would already be rejected on more than one occasion."

Mr. Terrific looked towards Wally as he said this. Truth be told the rest of the League was out and about doing things. Only himself, J'onn, Steel, and Mr. Terrific were here to make this 'big decision' and Wally didn't buy the amount of effort they were making over something that was so minor.

"Flash does have a point. There are a lot of individuals who don't have the squeaky clean background that myself or Clark would have, And it's clear to me that Dinah hasn't done anything to warrant distrust."

J'onn responded in defense of Wally's claim, as Wally wondered about the situation at hand. Steel however was pondering something and looked towards Wally.

"What she's been through recently however is troubling. There is no telling what came from it. If someone planted something in her mind."

Wally had to ponder this also. He wasn't usually the one brought into these meetings so he wasn't used to it, truthfully only here because the final decision of an original was required in circumstances like these. All the same, Wally wasn't fully convinced.

"As far as the Psychic and Hypnotic tricks and traps, we can easily ave J'onn sweep for anything like that. The trauma itself is more reason why she needs our companionship and guidance, especially with Ollie not in her life anymore. I do agree that she will need some sort of probationary period to be given time to see if it isn't too much too soon. I will personally chaperone that."

"Wally, isn't that a bit-"

"I don't care if it's too much for me to be at her side, I'm the people person here and I know Dinah and Ollie. The only other person we could attach to her that won't drive her to drink is Diana, and she's too busy for that. I'll do it. Is that enough for everyone here? A Two month probationary period where I accompany her on missions and requests."

*Present Time*

Wally never really liked the first time meetings with someone on obscure circumstances but to be honest, the other options were Batman, the king of dreary and melancholy. He loved Bats to death but, he wasn't the correct person to accommodate someone who recently went through torture. And then there was Superman, who was a boy scout. Again, those two towering, unwavering personalities would only push Dinah away. She needed a friend to help her through things in the big boys club and to keep things under control. Wally was, in a rare instance, not in his Flash uniform. Instead, simply wearing his jeans and a tank top with a coat over it. He was in Gotham so he had to somewhat dress down. Last thing he needed was to inspire one of the Gotham Rogue's to try and take a swing at him. Especially The Joker. Crazy Clowns weren't exactly Wally's strong suit. The presented address was a decent sized apartment on the third floor and without further notice, he sighed and knocked on the door.

"Dinah, are you home? It's Wally."

[dinah]

The sound of the hand on the wood of her apartment door had made her tense up and her breath hitch slightly. Her mind flashed back to the sound of the wooden baseball bat that had been stuck on the surfaces around her as that man had circled her, making it so she couldn’t watch his every move. He wanted information and she hadn’t given it to him. Her hand moved to her mouth and she looked at the door with wide, fearful blue eyes.

Dinah Lance was in fact home, but that didn’t mean she wanted any company right now, not right this very second, but her curiosity was perked when she heard who was on the other side of the door, it was safe, it was just Wally, Wally West the Flash...her teammate.

“Get a grip Dinah…”

She muttered to herself, forgetting that Oracle had been talking with her, checking up with her on the other end, at her friends question as to what was going on, she moved to her room taking the headset with her. She’d removed her earrings the night before and had left them on her dresser. She’d woken up back there, and lost it for a moment. Forgetting where she was, she was thankfully she was alone, that no one stayed with her not anymore. She nearly tore the earrings from her ears to get them out.

“It’s nothing Oracle…it seems I’ve got a visitor, Wally doesn’t normally visit, I’ll go see what he wants. I’ll get back to you on the Libyan mission. I have to go…take care Babs.”

She said, as she looked at her reflection as she slipped back on the earrings and removed the headset placing it on her dresser. She wasn’t against Wally seeing her place, but she wasn’t sure what he wanted or who had sent him here. She slipped out of her pajamas and into a pair of jeans, not bothering with socks and a quick light blue undershirt while she pulled on a blue and white plaid shirt leaving it unbuttoned; she rolled up the sleeves on her way to the door. She straightened her back, when she felt the fear creep up her spine. She put on a determined face and looked through the peep-hole to see that it was in fact Wally. She took a deep breath fully intending to use her canary cry if she needed, but she was hit with the knowledge that she couldn’t…she couldn’t use it to defend herself.

Her hand curled around the knob as she twisted the lock and let him in moving to the side to let him in, as she looked down the hallway both ways from her safety of her apartment, her hand on the door ready to throw it shut if she had too. “What can I do for you Wally?” She asked him softly, her eyes looking him in the eye. Her body was tense and she wasn’t sure what he wanted, why he was here.

“If Ollie sent you, you can turn around and leave right now.”

She hoped her voice wasn’t shaking as much as it hurt to do this, but Ollie wasn’t in her life anymore and he had no right to try and check up on her. She didn’t need him. She was doing just fine, she was handling it. He wouldn’t be a reason she lost her spot on the League. She knew that type of thinking was unfair, Ollie…he wouldn’t do that, not unless they all really thought she needed to be taken off. She was fine, she was dealing. She wasn’t the first heroine to suffer from torture…but she was no longer seeing anyone, she wasn’t talking about it. Barbara had tried to talk to her about it, but she’d shut her out. Maybe she needed to talk about it…but she couldn’t find the right words.

“If he didn’t…have a seat and tell me why you’re here.”

She crossed her arms across her chest and subconsciously moved her other hand up to press against her throat, a weakness in her eyes, but it was gone with a blink of her blue eyes as she stared up at him, waiting with the determination and a kind heart of the person, those who knew her on a more personal level, knew she too carried with her. Once he was inside her apartment, Dinah shut the door with a little too much haste, wanting to keep the rest of the world out and away. A caged bird with broken wings.