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Posted by Black Canary [Surge]
on 8/30/2008, 11:27 pm, in reply to "-Canary to Oracle- [Whatever Week Cont.]"
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----An hour later//Oracle’s base of operations----
“Glad you could make it,” Barbara said as Canary moved up behind her without a word, “I got enough information on your friend,” she said, her fingers playing a symphony on the keyboard as she moved through several files, opening and closing the ones she needed and wished to get rid of.
“Great, I’m ready when you are,” Dinah answered, her eyes on the screens in front of them.
“The man likes to go around killing super heroes, more specifically, vigilantes. He’s killed a few lower level crime fighters, and the arrow family has gone up against him before. He severely wounded Conner and then tried to kill him while he was recuperating in the hospital a few days later, and escaped Ollie after a dragged out fight that same night. He doesn’t really have a name that anyone knows, so he’s been dubbed ‘Onomatopoeia’ for the reason you said, he doesn’t say much more than sounds, though the exact reason why is unknown. As you already know, he’s a good fighter, and can take on a substantial amount of damage; Green Arrow hit him with several of his trick arrows during their battle and he seemed to go unphased for the most part.” the elder woman looked up at her friend as the information she spoke of came up in reports from both reporters and the League’s files, “That’s pretty much it, nothing else is known about him.”
“Any idea how to locate him?” Canary asked hopefully, though she knew it was a long shot based on the skimpy bits of details that were pulled up on him.
“None, we have no idea who he is, so we can’t track credit cards or anything like that, and he works alone,” Babs replied, glancing back at the screens, her mind racing to find some unconventional method that could be applied here. Unfortunately, she kept drawing a blank.
“Thanks for your help, but I’m gonna go on patrol tonight, maybe he’ll pop back up?” she replied, “He found me once, I’m sure he can do it again; I’ll keep you posted,” her voice trailing off as she exited.
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----A few hours later; 11:30 PM//Some rooftop in Gotham----
“No luck …” she whispered to herself as she glanced around, looking for any suspicious activity. There was nothing, no crime lords, no illegal smuggling down by the docks, just boredom. Dinah didn’t regret coming on patrol, for it was a necessary task in order to keep this city safe; she just wished it had been more eventful.
“Canary to Oracle, I’m turning in, there’s no acitiv--” she began talking into her com-link, but was cut off mid sentence by a punch to the back of her head which caused her to stumble forward, “UHG!” she yelled in both frustration and anger.
“I’m really getting tired of that!” she roared at her opponent from earlier in the night, tornado kicking him backwards.
“Canary, what’s your status? Are you okay? Misfit is on the way,”
“I just found Mr. Silent, and keep Misfit out of this!” Dinah retorted in the midst pf her battle with the man of few words, dodging an attempted kick, “I have more experience in this than she does, I don’t want anything to happen to her because of me.” As she spoke, another punch was thrown towards her abdomen, followed by a round house to her head. Jumping back out of the way, she countered his kick with a sweep kick of her own, causing him to lose his balance as his foot was brushed from under him. With no feet left on the ground, he fell backwards towards the cement rooftop on which they found themselves.
“Fine, she’s on standby; let me know as soon as you need back-up, she can be there in a heartbeat.”
“Fine, but only until I say the word,” she huffed out, emphasizing the word ‘I.’ The unknown male got back to his feet as quickly as he was swept off of them, pulling out several daggers from inside his coat, it would seem that he was going to try his knife throwing trick once more. In one swift motion with his right arm, four think blades were released from in between his fingers and soared through the air in a swift manner towards their target. Opening her mouth, the blond heroine opened up her vocal chords and let out her famed Canary Cry.
The ultrasonic vibrations swimming through the air caused the metallic darts to lose their momentum, and fell flaccid onto the ground. And while her ultrasonic scream did not incapacitate her opponent, it did disorient him for a few seconds. Capitalizing on this window of opportunity, she went after him with a melee of head-buts, kicks, punches, and combinations to take him down. After about eight minutes of no-stop attacks, he finally fell limp to the floor, not moving for anything more than breathing.
“He’s down, my job is done,” Dinah reported to Oracle, “Tell Misfit to enjoy the rest of her night, as for me, I’m going home,” she turned off her communicator, her heels clicking softly against the pavement as she moved towards the door to get down from the building. Things are starting to look up … she told herself mentally.
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