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December 24, 2015:

Caitlin and Dinah meet while punching some thugs.

Gotham

Outside Cait's apartment in Gotham

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Fade In…

It is bordering on mid-night here in Gotham, not quiet the witching hour of 12am but close, the time of night that lends lots of shadows to alleys and the noise and activity common for one of the country's toughest cities. While the good people of Gotham are getting ready to sleep the criminals are just coming out, intent on making trouble for the citizens who make this place their home as well as to torment the poor tourists who decided to come here instead of somewhere nicer, like Hawa'ii or Disney World.

As an example of the criminal activity is a robbery that is getting underway. A group of five young men, ages 18 or so to about mid-20s are breaking into one of the small mom and pop shops that sometimes pop up here, the window already broken. An alarm rings but is mostly ignored by anyone who can hear it, those people knowing better than to get involved. But that begs for a question to be asked: if those people won't help, who will?

The last box. It's the last box from Caitlin's old apartment in Gotham, and she opens the Mighty Beetle's trunk and sets the box inside. She goes to shut the lid but the latch won't close— it takes three tries, and on the laast one, the hatch slams shut—

—and the outside handle falls off.

"…That'll buff out," Caitlin tells herself. She takes a moment to look around the immediate area, which is neither nice, neighborly, nor pleasant, but has the advantage of being relatively low-rent. "Ahh, wow, I am /not/ gonna miss this place," she says, to no one in particular. Particularly when she spots the burglary in progress.

"Ahh, I am /really/ not gonna miss this place." She unzips her jumpsuit and ties it around her waist, revealing a powerlifter physique wearing a lime green croptop with cuffed tee-length sleeves. CF is embossed in bright purple over her left breast, in stylized angles.

"Hey! Hey, you jerks!" she shouts, advancing steadily towards the burglars. "You better get lost, I already called the cops!" she shouts, crossing the street.

Of course the guys just turn and look at her, smirking while a few wolf-whistle and make suggestive comments while one of them goes as far as to grab his crotch, furthering the lewdness of what's being said. "Hey, why dontcha come here and we can party instead," he calls out in mid-hipthrust, his brows waggling. His buddies all laugh and hoot, enjoying this, but then the taller of the guys, the one in charge of the gang, slaps one of his thug-pals on the shoulder, reminding them that it's time to get to work.

"Hey, she's pretty," one kid laments while grabbing a crowbar that was set at his feet, causing another to say, "Yeah, she's hot." Seems like Caitlin's command is going ignored.

As for Dinah, she is starting to walk back to her car after making a delivery but she stops when she realizes that something's happening. "Damnit…" Rolling her eyes, she too advances, taking a bit of a slower pace upon seeing someone else with the same idea, Caitlin watched curiously while she also takes in the jerks who are trying to ruin some poor shopkeeper's holiday. Normally she's not so wary but tonight she is tired and feels like she's on the verge of coming down with a cold and she just wants to hurry home where hot tea and soup awaits.

Caitlin comes to a stop and grooooaaans. "Aww, c'mon, I thought Darrel and his crew told people to lay off here. You think it's weird that suddenly the 42-K Crew suddenly moved two blocks over to Shaker heights?" she says, not slowing down in the least.

"Well, lemme welcome you to the neighborhood." She smiles dazzlingly and steps up to the only gang member still paying her any attention, and gives his cheek a playful caress, and then a gentle finger-slap.

The burglar goes flying sideways, crashing into two trash cans and bouncing off a mailbox. Caitlin stands with her hands on her hips and regards the thugs smugly, one hip cocked sideways.

"Oops. Your friend fell down. Anyone else here think they're 'man' enough to handle this?" she says in a tone of supreme self-confidence, gesturing at herself with a gestalt gesture.

A smart person would scatter after seeing a buddy sent flying like that one guy did but they're not the smartest of people and soon storm Caitlyn, four to her one. Or at least she's only one until Dinah comes up finally, a smirk on her face as she looks at the one who is now laying on the ground, moaning and cluching an arm that's now fractured. "I think you guys should listen to the nice lady," she quips while taking a second to assess the group. Like Caitlin, she gestures, inviting them to attack her, it prompting the group to break off into two groups of two. Much more fair odds, right?

Not for the guys.

The two who are angling for a fight with Dinah soon pull out knives while one of the burglars is the goon with the crowbar makes a swing for Caitlyn, the fourth going after the crop-topped heroine with just his fists.

"This shouldn't take long at all," she points out casually while glancing to Cait. "Want to make a bet of it? See who can finish their two first? I won't use my power, make it fair." Ah, Dinah. Just can not resist to make a contest out of fighting crime. "Name's…" Wait. She isn't in costume so she can't really give her codename, but Dinah doesn't want to risk using her real name. Ugh. This is the part about secret identities that blows.

Caitlin grabs the crowbar with her bare hand, and stares at the two thugs as they lay into her. The second attacker slams his fist into her jaw, and Caitlin but blinks in response— and he hits the ground in screaming pain, his hand clearly, badly broken. "Shit! Shit shit! My haaand!" he wails, screaming and blubbering.

Caitlin flashes a tight grin at the panicked expression from the other fellow and takes the crowbar from him like his fingers are numbed, and without any visible effort folds the crowbar in half. "I think I'm done. Are you done? 'caaaause these two look done." Caitlin gives the still-standing thug a critical eye, and he wags his head vigorously, eyes buggging out and clearly too terrified to move.

Well… shit. So much for this being an even contest, huh? Frowning a bit, Dinah starts to kick ass herself, managing to take them out without getting too hurt, the only injury sustained by her being a small cut to one hand. Doesn't even bleed much. The first of her targets is kicked in the groin, felling him with a simple lift of her leg that does nothing like wind her, and the second is removed from the fight with a head butt. *THUD!* There! All done.

Brushing her hands off on her jeans, Dinah makes sure they're good and clean before Caitlin's offered one, the blonde's eyes wide as if in shock. "Hey, good work there. I don't think they'll be wanting to commit crimes any damn time soon." Of course they'll be doing some time in jail first, but they probably will become law-abiding citizens for a while once out, if not for good. "Name's Dinah."

"Hi! I'm Caitlin," the towering redhead says, flashing a megawatt smile at Dinah and sticking a hand out at her in a rather girlish handshake (nevermind the fact her fingers feel like steel rods). "Yeah, I used to live here and I /thought/ I made it pretty clear that it wasn't OK to knock over stores on this block. I guess someone didn't get the memo?" she asks Dinah, snorting once.

She unties the sleeves of her jumpsuit and awkwardly shrugs back into it, zipping it up to nearly her collarbone and adjusting the sleeves. It's clearly a bit too short for her, hence the way she cuffs the jumpsuit up around her forearms. "Feel bad about his hand, though. I hear that really hurts," she laments, frowning at the guy sobbing in the ground.

"They are probably new to the area," Dinah says at the same time she tries to discretely give her a discrete looking over. "You're good in a fight," she adds then with a grin. "Not very often I run into someone in this city who can hold their own." Not many who are trained to fight… and not many who want to get into a fight, for that matter.

The five guys are laying there, making various sounds appropriate for one in pain, that causing Dinah to look down. "Oh. Yes, I do suppose we forgot about them. Want to call the police, or shall I?" Even as Dinah asks she pulls out her phone, just in case she's asked to. "So you moved? Where to, if I may ask?"

"Oh! I, uh, moved downtown. To the JLA Lakehouse," Caitlin says, flushing a bit under the pride of that admission and Dinah's once-over. She fidgets minutely, toeing a boot against the sidewalk without thinking. "I just joined the JL:A a few weeks ago, so I'm like… /hardcore/ new," she admits, almost shyly. "But I've been in a few fights here and there, so, like, y'know, also, bullets don't hurt much so… y'know, I've got that going for me," she says, flashing a giggle.

"Cops? Oh, right, that's right," she says, looking exasperated at herself. "Go ahead an' call them I guess."

It definitely is a different ball of wax as far as dealing with criminals at this level than it s when one's a member of a superhero team, isn't it? 9-1-1 is diled and the details are given to the dispatcher who says it'll be about five or ten minutes, the need to hurry not presenting itself since the robbers have been taken care of for them. They just need to come and pick them up, basically.

The phone's hung up and put back into her pocket. "Ah. JL:A, huh? Congrats." Looking around, Dinah purses her lips, clearly thinking about something. "It's been a while since I've been a member of a team. Don't miss being led around by my nose by people who are in charge but I kinda miss it."

"Well, I think I'm technically in the League Reserves," Caitlin hastes to assure Dinah. "I've only been at this for a couple years, and like… I mean, Hawkeye's been there forever, and even Captain Marvel's been a hero for like, what, fifteen and she only just joined the same time /I/ did," she shrugs.

"It's nice, though, having a team. I've made some friends and I even met Wonder Woman, and that was… /so/ cool."

"Hey, wait, did you say you were on a team?" Caitlin says, blinking a few times. "Oh, wow! Are you like, retired or just on a break? Do I know you?"

"Ah. Well, congrats anyhow, huh? Even a reserve member's important and all that." Dinah smiles, meaning what she says. "And before you know it, you'll start moving up the ranks and become a full-fledge member." Or so she assumes. That is how things work with the JLA, yeah?

When asked about her own past in a team Dinah angles her head to the side, not really comfortable with talking about the team she left on not-such-good-terms. "Yeah. And no. You've never heard of me. Or the team." Was one of those SpecOps kind of deals so if Cait heard of them Dinah'd be very surprised. "Anyhow, I got a couple more deliveries to make. Stick around and make sure the goon squad doesn't run off before the cops can show up, please?"

"Uhh, yeah!" Caitlin nods vigorously. "Okay, for sure. And, um… stop by the Lakehouse, sometime," she offers Dinah, somewhere between shyness and an attempt at backbone. "You're welcome by to just check the place out. It was really nice to meet you, Dinah!"

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