Canary Cry

As topics flow she managed to drop all smiles at the question the stranger tosses. “I–” Ears perk hearing another step into the conversation earning a soft glare from the fox who steps back cautiously. Oddly enough like any animal her reaction to the complement was a confused tilt of the head and an ear twitch.

“You’re both odd souls. Not bad though.” The wounded mans groans snaps her attention back to which a deep rumble-like growl is emitted. “You sure I can’t eat him? No one would find the body or know.” One look at her and she already knew the answer so with a heavy sigh gives up on eating tonight. What’s one more night of starving. “Alright alright let’s go. I’ll talk with you on one condition.” She walks towards them with a hand on her stomach. “Can we pick up some desserts on the way? I’m starving.”

            At the request for dessert both of them looked rather surprised and Ollie let out a laugh. He was thoroughly amused by this, he could get behind that no matter how threatening or dangerous the woman could be. “Dessert sounds like something we can arrange,” Ollie said with a grin on his face. Dinah’s face was slightly grim and worry began to nibble at her. She felt Ollie’s hand running through her hair in a familiar and comforting gesture. He could sense her darkening mood, she had been through a lot over the past few days and it was preying on her mind more than she would like. “Do you want me to get you something too Pretty Bird?” He asked her quietly. Dinah just gave him a soft smile starting to feel a little better. She then looked at the young woman her face was curious. “How did you end up in Gotham?” Dinah asked. She was curious as to why she ended up here.

The sound of sirens pierced the night and Dinah decided that it would be best to get moving. She did notify medical personnel to come and collect the prone man and it was time to get moving. “Let’s go get some desserts,” Dinah said. She took a deep breath and then started to move towards the nearest place that would serve some decent desserts. They would also have to arrange for Batman, Doctor Fate or Martian Manhunter to come and speak to the other. As they walked the members of the public kept a respectful distance for the most part. “What is your name by the way?” Dinah asked. She supposed she could get little bits of information as they went on.

As Barbara started leading them to the scene of the crime she asked, “From which time?” She loved hearing Dinah’s point of view when it came to even the littlest of things in life. “Nightwing owes me all the time. Either forgets his grapple hook or sneaks through the window then asks for a ride.”

Khalid felt a sudden feeling of acceptance,   maybe it was the tone of DInah’s voice or how warm she felt about him being Kent’s relative.   He took a few seconds to accept all of this because for himself,   he couldn’t grasp the idea.   Being Fate had been a taxing experience   and   maybe having someone around who knew what that was like,   who knew what Nabu was like,   might come as great help.   The shoulder squeeze managed to snap him back to reality and it all hit him too fast.   His parents stepped through and Khalid nearly lost it.   With a quick head shake he managed to fight back some tears,   he’d been lying for far too long   and   things couldn’t be messier now.

The look on his mother’s face almost made Khalid want to walk over   and   give her a hug,   he couldn’t,   his feet felt glued to the ground   and   all he could do was stare ahead and listen to Dinah.   Though that steady focus was broken when his parents walked past him and entered the kitchen.   Suddenly his gaze rose   and   Khalid began to stare at Dinah   and   think of her request.   Khalid did nothing but nod,   all of this sudden rush of information,   in front of his parents,   was almost too much for the young Fate to handle.   Khalid had a recent running streak of being emotional,   unstable,   and at times he felt it hard to speak   or   even make coherent sentences.   “    They’ll be in there a while,   this might be worst than it looks.    ”   He knew his mother,   he knew she wouldn’t take the news of losing relatives very well.   “    Hall of Justice,    ” he spoke quietly,   “    Nabu spoke of the place but we never actually went,   he also mentioned Mount Justice?    ”   Khalid asked thinking back on his talks with Nabu,   “    are they one in the same?    ”

                 Dinah looked towards the kitchen her face was full of sorrow and she did regret being the one to bring the news. She didn’t want any of the others to come and explain it as they probably wouldn’t have handled it at all tactfully. or have known what to say. She heard the questions about the Hall of Justice and Mount Justice. The memory of the young heroes came to her mind and her mouth thinned just slightly. She did miss them but they were safe for the moment with Captain Marvel and Red Tornado watching them. “Nabu mentioned Mount Justice?” She questioned wondering why Naby would choose to mention the former base of operations. “They aren’t. Mount Justice is where our covert operations team live. They tend to be protogés of heroes like Batman,  Flash...The Hall of Justice is for full League members.” She explained. She felt that he would perhaps benefit from working with the team as she handled their training and care. She wouldn’t force that decision just yet. “Did Nabu say why he mentioned Mount Justice?”” She asked him with curiosity. She wasn’t sure why he would do.

Unlike most of the adults in his life, Dinah let his choice be just that, his choice.  That was all Damian needed at the moment.  “I understand.   Thank you for the offer.  Should I be grievously injured, I’ll take you up on it.”  He replied.  It may not have been the best thing to say, but it was the truth.  ‘School’s been… good to me.  Gotham Academy is a prestigious institution, after all.”  That, and he has met his beloved during his time there.  Despite how… odd the school can be, he still liked it.  “Why do you ask?”

Attention was snapped back to the newcomer the moment their body language screamed that it was on the defense. Great…just what she wanted. Not.

Without missing a beat a mass wall of distortion rises acting like a rock in a stream pushing the water around the sides. “Wow, you’re uh…rather rude. I gave you the option to just ask me to stop and you attack first before talking. Are all humans in this world like that?”

Serinaty lowers the distortion back into her shadow having calmed down from the high of instincts, and voices clawing at the inside of this skull. “Did I say I wanted to fight? Did I not just accept that you wouldn’t let me finish? Granted I do have some blood on me from running that perverts head into a wall, so my bad.”

                          Dinah looked at the other and then frowned, perhaps she had jumped the gun. She was prone to do that especially when she had been through so much recently. She relaxed her stance just a little but she was worried about the whole thing. Her eyes narrowed just a little. “Killing these types of people is not the answer. We have ways of dealing with them,” She said her voice was firm and controlled. She wouldn’t allow anyone to die on her watch if she could help it. She hoped keeping the other talking would help delay things. “Who are you? What are you?” She asked with a more curious look on her face.

She was about to question more when she heard footsteps coming from behind her. Dinah didn’t turn away from the strange woman as she was more of a threat from what her senses told her. “Heard you scream Pretty Bird thought I’d come and see what’s going on,” The voice was that of Dinah’s husband Ollie or Green Arrow. Ollie then noticed the woman. “So you...you took down that creep?” He asked. “Impressive,” He complimented. Dinah rolled her eyes knowing that Ollie tended to use humour to keep a cool head. She hoped that the other woman would consider backing up.