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It was the dead of night in the quiet neighborhood of Gotham, all Victorian builds this side of Gotham and really one could be fooled into believing that all of Gotham’s problems were far away, away from these roaming hills, when the roaring sound of a speeding motorcycle.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock she all but beat his door into submission to open and as soon as a crack was offered she shoved past the door and inside clearly thinking something might be following her. 

“Jace- I done something really stupid” Dinah admitted looking worried and she was known to be impulsive but one of the less reckless ones on most good days. “Women have been going missing. Thought I was following a lead to a human trafficking ring.” she started to explain and wrapped up in some garb she presented a red crystal. The same one Trigon used to communicate his wishes to his followers to find Raven and be able to claim dominion over Earth.

And she stole it.

“I kinda feel like salt and holy water ain’t gonna cut it this time”

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Deidre stared down at the coin in her hand. This had to be the place. For so long, she’d wondered about what man could’ve sired such a being like her. Now, hearing rumors and lore, she had a better idea of it.

Blood. Jason Blood, a man of myth and mystery that, despite trying to keep himself out of history, left a trail of pain and sorrow wherever he went. Deidre considered herself on that list of victims, nominally.

But how did she know this was where he was? She could feel it. The air of demonic power, the smell of brimstone... the aged facade of the building, too. It betrayed that this was the place where Etrigan and the Man resided.

At this point, she was tired of her search. Whether or not the door was unlocked, she forced it open. It didn’t matter if he was bothered or not. How could he just leave? Just pretend that her mother didn’t exist? That she didn’t matter enough to be safe with?

as ever’s hips swayed to the music that was playing, her eyes landed on a stranger. she continued to dance, her eyes locked on theirs, bodies surrounding her, but her focus was on them. as the song came to an end, she decided to walk over. she was used to people staring, it came with the fame, but something about them drew her in. “are you going to come over or keep staring at me all night?” she questioned, the vodka shots from earlier helping with the courage. 

“You know I like it when you pull on my leash, Master...but I’d prefer it if you did it while your cock is in me...”

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