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Posted by Black Canary [Surge]
on 8/30/2008, 4:19 am, in reply to "Rough Days [Whatever Week]"
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With no sign of the hooded man, she continued on her way to her apartment, grabbing her com-link as soon as she walked in. Fastening it to her ear like a Bluetooth device, she pressed the button and began speaking, “Canary to Oracle, are you there?”
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Sitting in her wheelchair, the red haired woman looked up at the large computer screen in front of her. Stroking away at the keys as she sifted through lots of different windows containing various information on anyone and everything that could come to mind, Barbara stopped what she was doing as Dinah’s voice emanated from her speakers. “Yes, I’m here. Isn’t Helena supposed to be patrolling tonight?” the woman asked, somewhat confused.
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“Yes, she is, but that’s not what I’m calling about. I was just attacked, in my own apartment building,” she began to say, though her friend cut her off out of concern.
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“Dinah, are you okay? Get out of there, it can’t be safe if they know where you live,” the former Batgirl commanded.
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“He’s gone, I fought him off, but I want information on who he his, possibly what his motives are, something, anything.”
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“Tell me what you know about him, and I’ll begin research right away.”
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“He’s about two or three inches taller than me, decked out in all black, from head to toe he exposes no flesh. Um, he also wears a mask that’s all black with a symbol on it, a sort of target with only two rings on his face,” she began telling Ms. Gordon, “good fighter it seemed, and he had a knife that he launched at me; there were no markings or anything on it, probably self made. That’s pretty much everything,” she finished.
“Oh!” she added, “He didn’t talk very much, in fact, he didn’t say anything at all. The only words to escape his lips were sound effects, more like onomatopoeias; never anything more than a sound.”
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“Sounds creepy. Thanks, Dinah, I’m on it. And, honey, keep your com-link with you in case anything else happens.”
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“I will. I should be at the base within an hour, gonna clean up first,” she responded, turning off her communicator so that she could shower and change into her crime fighting ensemble. So much for relaxation, she thought to herself in a sarcastic manner as she let out an exhale; it would seem there was a need for the fishnet stockings tonight after all.
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