Vampire Alley (Open to Buffy)
Having retrieved a police scanner from the Clock Tower, Dinah spent the next day wiring it to her bike and adding various improvements. The motorcycle was nowhere near as great as the motorcycle she'd built by hand at home. Dinah thought longingly of that particular bike, which had taken years to finish, piece by piece, with her own hands. But all the same, this bike would do the trick and a new project to tinker with was a relief. It was also a nice distraction from putting together all the pieces of the City.
A Batman who didn't quite seem like the Batman from her specific time, people being pulled in from all realities and time periods and yet, not a single one of her teammates from any of her teams, a wizard and a green-skinned empathic demon, and a boy who could turn into a dragon and was really a spirit, changing streets... Her mind was almost constantly spinning as she tried to put together the puzzle that seemed to have ever changing pieces, but when her hands were busy with greasy motorcycle parts, everything else just faded away for the time.
After Dinah finished for the day, she washed up and then decided it was time to test drive her newly improved bike. She changed into her Black Canary outfit, just in case she was needed, and flipped on the police scanner before peeling out of the driveway.
The sun had set about an hour previously and the streets were bathed in the glow of manufactured city lighting. Dinah took a few spins around the City and wondered if she needed to leave a bread crumb trail to ensure she would find the Sherwood Florist again. Then again, since the streets liked to change-a bread crumb trail would most likely be fruitless anyway.
A scream ripped through the air, barely audible over the sound of her bike. Dinah maneuvered her way to the side of the street and parked, listening. The scream came again.
She pressed a button to activate the bike's security system, pocketed the key, and then took off in the direction of the scream.
She followed the sound down an alley and stopped, surveying the situation. Three men crowded around one girl who looked to be about 19 or 20. She was cornered against a wall, a terrified expression on her face.
"Hey," Dinah shouted. "When a lady says no, that means that you back off."
The three turned, and a grin worked its way onto Dinah's face. This she could handle. This was what she did.
The smile froze as she caught sight of distorted features, yellow eyes, and feral grins to reveal mouths full of teeth that couldn't be human.
All the same, Dinah didn't hesitate and threw herself into the fight.
"Get out of here," she instructed the girl as she flipped the first of the attackers who came at her. She whirled and kicked the second in the solar plexus.
After she was sure that the girl was gone and they were alone in the alley, Dinah let loose a canary cry that would have knocked out any normal human attacker.
The three men were knocked backwards, but the cry only stunned them momentarily. Dinah blinked as all three got back to their feet and descended again.
"Damnit," she muttered.
Dinah fell into a pattern, defending herself against attacks and doling out attacks of her own. Nothing seemed to do more than phase the men, for lack of a better word, for a few minutes. She couldn't keep this up all night she knew. Her limbs were starting to grow tired and her reflexes slowed as she faced the possibility that this was one fight she didn't know how to win.
One misplaced punch and one of the thugs grabbed her and something sharp pierced through her neck. Unbidden, a scream escaped from Dinah's lips as sharp pain coursed through her.