SONG BIRD

there is a SATISFACTION to her words. of course he knew it was his number one weapon against her when he wanted something; it ALWAYS worked.  ❝ oh, definitely did. ❞ he teased before the gap between themselves so that he may press his lips into her own with ease.  ❝ mmm… a kiss makes me feel a lot better about getting my ass kicked. ❞ he admitted as his hand came to rest along the curve of her hip. god she was beautiful. 

there was a classic NEARLY SMUG look upon his face as he let his gaze look her up & down a couple times. while oliver had trained himself in nearly any art he could he would NEVER quite have the skill that dinah did. he’d always be proud to get his ass kicked by her.  ❝ oh i wasn’t suggesting my stamina was for ARCHERY but rather something else. ❞ he toyed winking quickly as he dared to get even closer to her.  ❝ & right now i’m staring at the most beautiful woman ever & she can kick my ass any day of the week. ❞  

Babs sat with her elbows on her desk and the palm of one hand pushing up underneath her nose, her fingers stretching up over her eyes as she contemplated the events that had just unfolded. Goons wasn’t what she expected, which could only mean Doug Malcom was further ahead than she thought, a fact that bothered Babs more than she would ever admit. Nothing made her feel more helpless–More useless, more angry at herself– than having outdated information that she expected to be current.

“A clue,” she said eventually. “The artifact I sent you in for isn’t there or your welcoming party would have been a different kind of trouble. Look for a box or anything that might have been opened recently.”

             WITH THE SOUND of Barbara’s voice in her ears,  Dinah knows she can’t stop here.  She needs to keep moving before more of the goons discovered her position and doubled back.  From now on she would have to trust Barbara as her eyes and ears as they moved forward.  “ A clue?  You know you’re better at these games than me? ”  she said,  her voice hushed as she began searching the contents of the goons pockets, looking for some sign that this was the right path.  

‘ you don’t have to believe me if you don’t want to, but i’m serious. i’ve got a space ship and everything that i live on. it’s called the milano. i’ll bring you back to it if you want. ‘

[ a chuckle left his lips and then he shrugged his shoulders as tries to explain the fact that he wasn’t really from earth to the blonde. he didn’t like spending too much time on earth, but he really liked earth women. and usually proving that he was a space traveler and bringing them back to the milano was good enough to impress them. his own glass is held lightly in his hand as a smile lingers on his face. ]

         SHE EYED HIM,  trying to gauge whether or not he was telling the truth or just trying to impress her.  “  You know,  I think I do believe you.  You just don’t seem the type.  I’ve known some space guys and they’re a bit dorky. ”   At least her friend Hal had always been a lovable dork in her eyes and she knew the games he played with girls at bars.  Even with a few beers in her system,  she wasn’t sure she would fall for them but Dinah was intrigued.  

            “   YOUR JOB?   ”   could this be another one of those self-proclaimed heroic types? likely.   “   it seems to me that you think your job holds more significance then mine.  ”  dulcet tenor continues to lave haughtily with playful taunt.  the first hint that the mercenary was not taking their interaction seriously,  ebony mane lazily bounces as heels click-clack their way towards hindrance.  “   —are you sure the person in my sights doesn’t deserve their fate?   ”