Bar Fighting
Black Canary x GN!Reader
Warnings: Argument, Fighting, Blood, punches, choking, usual cannon violence.
2526 words
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Summary: You and your girlfriend have talk while on a mission.
A/N: Hello! This fic was purely made for the fight scene, I kinda get kick of writing these now so expect more! The ending was being difficult though... So everyone thank @dawnoftime22 for coming in and putting me on the correct path, check them out if love fluffy and cute fics. Also if any of the moves seem familiar to Injustice moves, good. hehe
Worst. Valentine’s Day. Date. Ever. You thought, adjusting the zoom of your binoculars, looking through one of the windows of the dingy bar Dinah was sure your mark was at. Was it too much to ask for one normal date? Or at least a stake-out in somewhere like Vegas? Where you two could go watch a boxing match right across the street from your mission? You didn’t think so! But noooo, dive bar with sketchy dudes going in and out constantly it was…
“I checked out the perimeter, only one back exit, we can block it when we’re inside… What?” Dinah said when she arrived at the top of the building you two were staked out at, right as she arrived she could tell you were upset.
“This is not how I imagined today going.” You said simply, still looking through the binoculars. You heard her let out a soft huff.
“We’re bringing a criminal to justice.” She replied, you had to agree that was satisfying, not as satisfying as doing literally anything else.
“Couldn’t we do it tomorrow? I’m pretty sure we could tail him home and…”
“Tailing him will take even more time, also you know he has his own security, he’s bound to have more muscle at his place. No, this is the only spot in town with security relaxed enough that we will be able to apprehend him.” She reasoned, cutting your thoughts. You scoff, putting the binoculars away. “I still think this is too easy.” You mention, earning a shrug from Dinah.
“Intel seems legit, Steven Mandragora is going to meet a weapons dealer tonight, at 10pm, if we do this right we can get him, the dealers and the weapons all in one place.” She pleaded, her tone a little irritated that she had to explain this to you for a third time tonight.
“Hm. Yeah, the big crime boss and his cronies are just there, gift wrapped for us?” You say, still a little skeptical but you put on your domino mask in preparation for going down there.
“Will you just keep an eye out for the target?” She huffs.
“I did, he went inside.” You reply, taking your satchel and checking for everything inside it.
“What? When?” Dinah exclaims in disbelief.
“Five minutes ago.” You finally look at face with a smirk, she rolls her eyes.
“Why didn’t you…”
“You were explaining the plan again, I felt it was rude to interrupt.” Your smirk widens, this was petty, yes, but it felt good to tease her like this. You wink at her before jumping down the building, swinging through fire escapes and light fixtures before landing on the ground.
“I can’t believe…” She starts before jumping down after you. “Don’t do that again.” She says when landing next to you as you two start walking towards the bar.
“Don’t schedule a mission on valentine’s day again” You reply without missing a beat.
“For the last time, I don’t ‘schedule’ missions, I just…” She starts to say as you two enter the bar, she gets interrupted by the sound guns being cocked and knives being pulled out. “Follow the intel”. She finishes her thought in a low voice taking in the surroundings.
You two looked around, taking in the enemies, on your side you could see a few by the bar top and tables next to it. On her side Dinah could see mostly armed men behind tables, before you could look at each other, you two heard a rather shrill laugh coming from behind the two goons directly in front of you.
“Yes, the intel. The intel saying that a SM was going to be here” the slimy voice says. The two goons part and Mandragora steps between them, the large crime boss has a devilish grin on his face “I’m afraid that was a trap. I knew that my recent actions were bound to bring heroes to my doorstep so I laid out some breadcrumbs… And it looks like I caught two birds with one stone.” He puts his hands together clearly pleased with himself.
“I told you this was too easy!” You snap at Dinah causing Mandragora to furrow his brows in confusion.
“Oh please, it’s not like your idea was much better.” She replies in the same tone. “You think this situation would play out any differently in his house?!”
“Well at least we wouldn’t need to hear his awful monologue! And another thing…” You exclaim before unclipping your satchel and throwing it at Mandragora's face, hitting him square in the nose, causing him to recoil and hit some of his henchmen.
“Get them!” Mandragora says, clutching his nose, prompting his men to start pulling out their guns and cock their fists.
Dinah takes the opportunity to backflip backwards, landing on top of a goon’s shoulders, bringing him down to the floor quickly. She brings her fists up and disarms the man next to her before palming his chest hard, sending him flying to a table, shattering it.
You immediately go low, doing a splits before kicking the goon that was at your side’s legs out from underneath him. You slap the firearm out of his hand, sending it hurling towards a larger goon's stomach.
Dinah gets up from the floor and starts throwing punches with the next guy, making her way to Mandragora.
“Don’t let him leave!” She yells out, earning a scoff from you as you dodge a knife swing.
“Or what? You’ll take me to a dingy bar to get into a fight with the henchmen of a crime boss?” You pause to take a bottle from the bar and whack it across the head of the man swinging the knife. “Oh wait…” You say, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Dinah rolls her eyes, kicking a chair for you to use as a platform as you toss the broken bottle at Mandragora’s shoulder. He screams and falls to his knees.
A gunshot rings out and you look out to see Dinah struggling with a goon with a gun, both holding onto it with both hands. Acting quickly, you flip over the one you’re fighting, hooking your arms with his, back to back, you use your weight to toss him over your head and onto the one struggling with Dinah. The man crashes onto the other one by some tables, shattering them.
“Why do you care so much about this day anyway!” She exclaims after whipping her head towards you, also mad about your behavior tonight. “You’ve always said that you don’t care about these stupid holidays.”
“Well that was until- Agh!—” You were cut off by one of the disarmed guards tackling you onto the bar, your back getting hit by the sharp edge of it. Thankfully, your suit took most of the energy.
Bringing your hand to the back of the bartop, you grab the water tap’s hose, and pull it back roughly so that it ripped it off the sink, sending it off to hit the man on his bald head, and quickly wrapping the metal hose around his neck, you start tightening it.
“Until last year, when you took me to Russia and we took down that dog fighting ring- will you stay still?!” You exclaim to the man struggling to get air beneath you. He struggles under you, before slumping and letting you get off the bartop.
“Russia?! You said you didn’t care for the cold, you were being so clingy!” She catches a fist going for her face turning the man to you using his momentum, acting quickly you drop to the floor and flip him over your head to the back of the bar, he crashes into the bottles kept there, shattering them all before slumping behind the bar.
“I was acting clingy because I wanted you to pay attention to me!!-- GUN!” You replied, and screamed out a warning, using the bar behind you as leverage to jump and flip across the bar, bringing your foot out. The grunt receives an overhead strike to his arm, dropping the gun instantly. He had leaned forward from the force of the kick, so you use that when you land, bringing your other leg to strike the back of his neck, which had made him drop him in two strikes, and left you standing next to Dinah.
“I’m always paying attention to you!” she makes her point by pushing you away, a knife whiffing between you both. She palms the hand of the man holding it, causing him to drop it and stagger towards you. Using the opportunity, you bring your knee sky high, striking the assailant on the nose, and as his head whipped back, Dinah took a hold of his neck to slam the man face first towards the floor.
“I see…” You say, panting and thinking that this fight had gone on for a little too long. But as you look around, you two realize that the only other person standing— Or well, kneeling with a broken bottle in his shoulder…was Mandragora.
You picked up your satchel that you had thrown at him, deciding to put it around your shoulder as you both made your way towards him. “I guess today was pretty fun. I was wanting to hit someone,” You said to Dinah, and she took out her handcuffs to put around the crime-lord’s wrists.
“So you’ll let me pick our next date?” She asks, bringing the man to his feet. It was obvious the police had been called by the sounds of the blaring sirens, and it was probably from the neighbors hearing all the commotion.
“Absolutely not. I like punching, but it’s not the most romantic date idea…” You help her lift the large man to his feet, noticing the red on his face, along with the bleeding nose. “You got something to say, sunshine?”
“I will kill you both!” He yelled out, trying to escape your grip, but between the adrenaline in both your systems and his busted shoulder, he could only flail a bit on the walk through his destroyed bar.
“I’m sure you will.” Dinah said, stepping over some shattered bottles.
You took a look around, seeing the state of things from all the chaos that ensued. The chairs and tables were reduced to splinters, the sink behind the bar was spilling water since you ripped the hose, the drinks that were once on display were either shattered or at least cracked and missing half their contents.
“A date here doesn’t seem all that nice either,” you spoke out, walking alongside the two. Looking around, noting the scene was not too far from your first meeting.
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure you thought I was going to suggest we have one here.” Dinah rolled her eyes with a smirk. "That was one time!"
“Of course not,” you followed up with your own words, not hesitating for even a second. Dinah stared at you. It made your cheeks heat up, to which you quickly looked away. “Maybe just a little...”
“It was a teensy bit, I promise.” you added, pinching your thumb and index finger. “Ugh…are you two done now? Just hand me over already, I’m tired of hearing you talking,” the crime-lord between you both spoke weakly.
“Oh? You’re tired of us? I’m hurt, truly.”
Dinah held back a smile, but rolled her eyes, pushing him off to the police that had arrived. They shove him into the backseat easily, seeing as you both had taken care of him.
Finally, you two were alone again, and the place was left to the officers to clean up.
“So…the date…” you turn back to Dinah, seeing her under the moonlight and the glow of the street lamps, illuminating her features. She pursed her lips, looking at you.
“The date.”
You sighed, realizing you both had come to a block in the path of trying to figure it out.
“Okay, there's no point in staying here with all these bright lights and people if it's just gonna give me a headache…” you murmured under your breath, to which she raised a brow to, but kept her eyes on you. The red and blue sirens certainly were bright, and dazing as officers talked through their walkie-talkies.
You walked forward past her before suddenly stopping, and noticing the gentle orange glow of a restaurant nearby.
It was a few minutes walk away, and still seemingly calm with few people. You guessed they hadn’t heard all the fighting nearby, especially with the loud club booming right across the street from them.
Quickly, you took Dinah’s hand and dragged her towards it, and in the meanwhile, her eyes widened, an exclamation leaving her lips– “Hey!”
“Where are we going?”
“That restaurant. Come on, it’s perfect for a date! And you want to make this night better, don’t you?” You looked back squinting, knowing she didn’t have a response, nor would she want to. Spending time with you is always amazing.
She blinks, trying to follow up with your steps. “Okay, but– wait, quit dragging me!” she said, although in all of the truthfulness, you could drag her all you wanted and she wouldn’t mind.
You laughed softly, not stopping, but slowing down. In the quieter part of the streets, it nearly echoed, and she had to keep herself from entirely gazing off at you. It was the gentlest thing she’s heard in days.
By the time you both arrived, she breathed heavily, trying to catch herself a moment of a break. It felt almost more exhausting than the fight you two had against the criminals earlier. She adjusted her jacket and looked at you slowly, noticing that you were not making any move to change out your mission outfit.
“You do know… That… We’re… Still wearing our suits, right?”
“I know.” You smirked, adjusting your mask over your eyes but ditching the gloves, they were good for punching, not using silverware.
You led Dinah to the entrance of the restaurant, the live music still playing and the place was decently full.
“A table where it's quiet, please.”
The staff member that was standing at the front looked at both of you skeptically, usually serving superheroes might get their place wrecked but considering the police sirens over by the bar far away, he assumed you two had had your fill of fighting for tonight and actually just wanted some food, he nodded. “Right away.” He checks the tables available in his table and calls up a waiter to seat you and Dinah.
The waiter leads you past the few tables that were already taken, up until you get to the corner with the prettiest dim lighting.
“All set and ready for you.” He gently gestured out with his arm, the table already clean, and the seats comfy for you two to sit on.
You thanked him, and sat across from Dinah.
“I’m paying.” She said, taking one of the menus. “Least I could, do. After I lead you into that trap”.
“It’s fine, I have led us into many traps before. But I will take the free food.” You chuckled, reaching across the table for her hand and smiling softly.
Maybe this Valentine’s day could be great after all.
