Reckless Motives (Nightwing)

[dinah]

The frown the slipped along her lips she couldn’t help, as she watched the hand fly out to sting across her face. She felt her body tense up, and her breath catch and the world caner to the right and her vision sharpen and tunnel in on the man who hit her. She took in his youthful looks and sandy blonde hair and the dark brown eyes. She let the slap take her face to the right, and she knew without a doubt that she had to play the victim here, the powerless one. Her hair was up in a trashy twist with several of the dyed black strands falling around her shoulders and she was dressed just as well as any other hooker needed to be, but she was taking the place of another girl, someone who was a favorite among the man who was snuggling drugs in and out of Gotham, he was selling something new, something that stopped meta-humans in their tracks and just one hit had them addicted.

Her short black skirt rose up along her thighs just barely covering her rear end. It was needed as this was exactly what the other young girl would have been wearing and the short silver, silk material that covered her breasts and a pair of tassel like material that rained down to expose her flat stomach, but you could tell she hadn’t been eating well, you could see her ribs when the black jacket moved aside and gave a flash of the smooth skin. Her nails were painted a dark gray to match her outfit, but they were chipped in places to better sell herself for the poor girl she was going for. She looked young, a lot younger then she usually appeared, but it just showed that she could play any part that needed to be played to get things out of her new home. It didn’t mean she had recovered this could very well mean that she was in a form of denial.

She raised her head having to keep herself from avoiding or capturing his hand in a grip that would be far too strong from who she was supposed to be. Her blue eyes had watered on purpose, and a lone tear stubbornly fall down her cheek. “I’m sorry” she said softly making sure her voice was low and submissive as it needed to be. The man curled his hand around her waist and pulled her roughly against his side as she watched three others beat the crap out of a young druggy, the boy couldn’t be older then seventeen. She curled her hands at her side and kept from doing anything that she knew she shouldn’t. Her conscious got in the way and her hand was sailing upwards, the her the heel of her palm was striking the man who held her in the chin, and causing him to curse and stumble back into the wall, as he turned to her brown eyes livid, he was whipping blood from his face, she’d caused him to break a few teeth and busted his lip.

Dinah was already moving for the other three that were still unaware of what was going on too focused on their fight. She grabbed one man by the back of the shirt and hauled him to his feet, her fist colliding with his temple to knock him out with one swing. The other too had taken notice and were now just turning to face her, but one quick handspring forward had her knee colliding with the side of the closet man’s jaw and he dropped the ground, her hands curled around the man who was still standing, around his jacket and she head-butted him with her forward momentum. As she stood up she heard the faint click and she knew better then to move even as she slowly rose up her hands as blood trickled down her along the back of her hands.

“Lady we don’t you tell me who you really all and give me one could reason why I shouldn’t blow yer brains out rite here”

She went over several ways this could work, but her blue eyes went down the young boy who was bleeding from his wounds, he’d need an ambulance and if she wasn’t careful, she wouldn’t be able to give him that and they’d both be bleeding out here in this dingy alley way. She’d need a new plan to get in, but that wasn’t quite so important. As she felt the hard, cold barrel press against the back of her head with more force. She forced herself to remain calm, but even she could feel the beads of cold sweat start to slide down her exposed neck. She wondered what she’d do about this, this wasn’t something she’d let anyone know she was doing, this was what Bab’s would call slipping and doing things that the Dinah she’d known would never have.

Think Dinah you can still get out of this, just take a deep breath and get your head in the game

[nightwing]

Gotham City, again he was patrolling these streets as if he was part of Batman’s entourage. It became a tiresome effort but he needed to get away from the failure that he made in Bludhaven. Not long ago it was destroyed by Bane’s effort, including his own spirit and body. After the recovery period he was back on the streets. Of course Bruce offered him to recover in his mansion but he refused. He was his own person now, but he would always have a special place for Gotham. This was his first time out in a long time out on patrol and it felt right to do this back in Gotham. Scaling the high buildings and keeping his eyes out for any trouble was the standard route to take for a vigilante in Gotham City. It was the way that he was taught by Batman himself. Many people where inspired by his heroics even though he was just a normal man. As normal as a man could be with his sense and training. He looked over the city as many would but with his own twist. He was considered the friendlier by most then Batman. Not that he was at all friendly towards the bad guys.

On his patrol he came about a simple street fight. A fight where three guys were mercilessly beating on a young man. Not really the kind of criminal behavior that would normally attract the attention of the good guys in Gotham. They would certainly intervene if they caught a glimpse of it, but their priority went to larger criminal organizations like gun smuggling. But as history tell, an example must be made and this must be stopped. Three guys where actually doing the beating though. What appeared to be their leader watched with a woman on his arm. She looked familiar though.

Upon moving down from the high buildings of Gotham using the emergency stairwells that absolutely littered every building in downtown Gotham, he took a closer look. But before he could do that the woman showed some remarkable skills of martial arts and took care of most of the guys. He recognized the styles and when he caught a glimpse of her face he knew it for sure. It was Dinah Lance, also known as Black Canary. One of Barbara Gordon’s Birds of Prey. Seasoned crime fighter and respectable hero. Not to mention very good on the eyes.

He smirked while watching the spectacle. Clearly he did not have to intervene until the gun was pulled at pointblank range against the back of her head. Knowing this situation far too well, As swift and silent as a cat he landed behind the man with the gun. With one simple move he had the man in a headlock with the gun pointed upwards. Surely the man fired the gun but before anybody could react the man was already losing consciousness. “ Thought I’d step in for a moment, Like the skirt by the way.” He said with a smile to Dinah while obviously looking down. The other men where already up and ready to fight it seems. Nightwing dropped the man when he was out cold and pulled his hand through his raven black hair. “Care to dance? “ He asked with a smirk on his face looking at Dinah.

[dinah]

As she much as she was disappointed with the way things had come about, she couldn’t say she was disappointed with who had helped her out of rather hairy situation and what would have made her a rather ugly remaindered, and she almost cynically thought up the possibility of what that ending might have entailed she wondered if Ollie would give a damn or not, or what some of her friends would say to the fact she’d gotten where she was, would they be upset they hadn’t been there, or would some secretly be relieved that she was gone, that she was no longer the reckless endangerment, the loose cannon?

Her blue eyes lifted back up to him and his comment about liking the skirt. She rolled her eyes and brushed back her black locks, she didn’t like the look for this, and once this was done she was dying it back, this wasn’t her anymore, not by a long shot. This was a reminder of everything she was trying to get away from. She gave him a bit of smile though and countered back at him. “Love the new look, a nice change from the green shorts” she playfully countered as she looked at the men as they started to get to their feet and as it would seem were ready for round too.

“Always” Dinah told him, as she twisted to face the one who was looking to come at her, as she backed up gracefully leaping back two steps to put her back to back with Batman’s young Robin, now gone to make his own name as Nightwing. It would be best if they watched each other’s backs on this one. As this time she didn’t play as the man throw his punch at her, she grabbed his wrist with both hands and squeezed with a strength that most didn’t expect from her. Her fingers tightened on the limb and she pulled to him to the right making him off balance with his left handed attempted strike. Her knee came up to strike him between the legs and he gave a gasping choke and started to crumple but that wasn’t before she swung back with her elbow to the nose that caused it to break, and the power of the blow and the pain to knock the man out cold.

She walked a few steps away towards the other side of the alleyway and turned back to watch how other vigilante fight as she placed a call on her burn phone to the cops saying just what they needed to know and about the teenage boy who needed an ambulance. She hung up and put the phone way, feeling the way the skirt swayed with every step she took, and how it rode high on her muscled thighs.

“When you’re done we need to talk, meet me up top” she told him, taking a short leap as she grabbed hold of the fire escape and made her way to the roof. She didn’t have to take long and knew he’d been watching her the entire time. As she turned to look at him, she was frowning and thoughtful. “I may need your help on this one, seeing as things didn’t go down that well but before you say yes you should know that Babs doesn’t know about this one,” she told him her pearly white teeth sinking into red painted lips as she looked up at him with a surprisingly unguarded expression as she waits to hear what he has to say about this, Dick always has something to say.

[nightwing]

Dinah apparently was not in the mood for the remarks made of her current outfit. Clearly she didn´t like being the damsel in distress. Never the less she took it with a grain of salt, or a bag and responded with her own remarks about his costume. Quirky remarks about the old Robin costume aside he was glad to see that she was doing Ok.

“Green doesn´t do well with the ladies anymore.” He responded as the men started to attack. Clearly they stood no chance but they always wanted to fight for some reason. As if the attacking batman with a crowbar worked 7 years ago they will still try it every day of the week. During the entire fight they watched each other’s back like most of the vigilantes that knew each other would. It was like a unwritten code of honor amongst them almost. With an easy low attack with his right arm, he send a guy who ran at him charging through the air landing straight on his back. The charging guy was rolling on the floor in pain from his fall.

Quickly after he took at the first man a second one came. Clearly these guys did not learn anything from there years fighting Batman and Robin. The man tried to land a simple left-right combo. Predictable but efficient if done correctly. Too bad he had so much experienced with guys like these it was almost a walk in the park. He blocked the first punch by averting it upwards and used the force of the right hook to throw him over his shoulders on the ground. With a single punch to the face, the man he just floored was out cold.

Nightwing took out his handcuffs and prepared to handcuff the man rolling on the floor from in pain to a streetlight while Dinah was making her way up top using the fire escapes. Barbara should really equip her team with grappling hooks or something for easier escapes and traveling. She asked him to meet her up top for some secret mission that even Barbara didn’t know about. This could get very interesting. “I couldn’t say no to a pretty lady now could I?” He replied with a smirk and picked out his grappling hook. He shot it to the top of the building and while he zipped up he said: “Meet you there.”

[dinah]

Clear blue eyes gazed up at Nightwing, and it was always a bit of a shock to remember how old the boy was, she could remember when he'd been Robin years ago. He's grown and in someways matured and yet at times he was still as childish as ever. Although he was not the type to say no when asked for help, that was one thing The Dark Knight had the ability to pick good kids, ones who helped those in need and often times expected nothing in return for the help that was freely offered, merely because someone needed it. 

These kids of the crowl helped people and they were Heroes wether they had powers or not. It was something she admired about all of them, even the young new Robin Damian, but in her opinion the child needed a good spanking and was headed for a crash course in some manners sooner rather than later.

At his agreement to help her, she smiled a charming smile his way, he was still the same youth she remembered and she knew he'd stick this out with her and he would not mention this to Babs. This was something that had to stay between them, because god she knew this was reckless, and downright in some cases insane, and she knew it. But sometimes you had to face your demons to get over them, and that was just what she was going to do. 

She had a fleeting moment where she wished she'd hear Ollie's words of warning and a mixed anger in his voice at what she was doing and how he'd had to track her down as he stood behind her. He had always been her rock, her support, even when he continued to be unfaithful to her. She wanted him to change to realize that she was all that he needed, but that was her own childishness talking and she shoved it aside.

"Thanks, Dick this means a lot."

Black Canary gave him a dazzling smile before letting her gaze drift out towards the city of Gotham, she was actually looking out to the more prominent, rich neighborhoods at the tail ended outskirts of the city of Gotham. She needed to get there to one house in particular. The large white mansion with the elegant white large circular columns on the front porch. The white and black trimmed gate keeping the grounds and the home well protected. 

The man in that house was the drug lord she'd been looking for, he also had close ties with the men from a nearly a year ago that had beaten and tortured her, and they would have killed her, if it, if it hadn't been for Oliver.

Teeth sank into the tender smoothness of her rudy red lower lip and drew blood that trailed down her chin and it seemed as though she was unaware of it as she stood at the edge of the roof top, Nightwing somewhere behind her and her right hand into a tight fist at her side and her left hand draped over her abdomen. As the wind played with her long, loose curly blonde locks.

"We need to get into the house on Oaken Dale Drive, 352. The man who owns it is the man I've been looking for..."

The words seemed to hang there as she seemed lost in thought for a moment, before she turned to look at him from over her shoulder and slowly her body unfurled from around herself and she took the first step back towards Dick Grayson and then the final three or so. She held out her hand for him to take, to draw her to his side so they could get there far quicker by the use of his grappling hook and scope out the perimeter, deal with the guards and then deal with Adam Reias.

What Black Canary and Nightwing were unaware of was that Adam Reias was expecting Dinah Lance and had things set up for her capture, and he was assuming Green Arrow would be with her, what he would not expect was capturing Bludhaven's own Nightwing instead of Seattle's own beloved hero.

[nightwing]

“Don’t worry about it pretty bird.” He replied with a tease. “Anything I can do to help a friend.”

As they reached the top something changed about Dinah. It was like she recalled something she didn’t want to recall and the request that she made was about this. He could just see it about her as she stared into the night. He couldn’t but help to think that this wasn’t going to end very well if he didn’t help her out. He better keep a close eye on her and make sure she came out of this ok. That was probably the reason why Barbara didn’t know about this. If this could end badly she would have put a stop to this in a heartbeat.

Oaken dale drive 352 was the address of interest. Nightwing pulled out of his thinking cap that it was the address of a drug lord who has been evading the police very well. His face turned rather serious about this because if they were going into his house and do not find proper evidence for the man to be put in jail, the police would have to let him go. Never the less this was a fishy matter. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. If one thing Batman taught him was important was that they could not go in without proper evidence because it would be assault if you did. The public image of vigilantes wasn’t all that good to begin with and adding assault on that wouldn’t really provide them with a reputation boost. But with most drug lords there would be illegal firearms in the building which would at least make sure he would go away for a short period. Most of these guys would get out on parole very quickly anyways or even make it out on bail.

“Are you sure about this, I will back you up on it but we need to do this by the book.” He said without letting go that he knew who lived there. He just needed to make sure that she was on the same page without letting go about it. “Because I would like to know if we go in this empty handed or not.” He continued before taking her hand and pulling her against him in a playful, salsa dancing kind of way. Sometimes the evidence had to be found during the mission and not before. He looked at her while he held her close and smiled, pulling out his grapple hook. “Shall we or not? “ He asked as a final question to make sure she wanted to go through with this.