Re: Dinah & Oliver & Bruce (the bastard) & Selina
It didn't take Selina long to recognise the hazy memories that were becoming clearer for her. The dusty mats, the smell of the chalk she used to rub between her fingers before she used the apparatus. The feeling on anticipation before a spar. She squinted a little trying to imagine the woman in front of her about fifteen years younger. Suddenly it all clicked into place.
"Dinah Lance?" Selina asked, it was a question, but her tone was one of recognition. "Oh my god..."
Selina turned back to Bruce for a second, grinning. "You realise technically I've known Dinah, longer than I've known you?" It was true. Selina had known Dinah when she was still thinking small, still just trying to survive and protect herself. She'd been an alley cat in every sense of the word, attitude, lifestyle - and at that young age Dinah had been one of the very few people who had left a lasting impact on the young Lina, in more ways than one...
"I mean, how long has it been? At least ten years, right?" Selina thought to herself for a moment. She'd gone there religiously from the age of fifteen, up until she'd starting working for herself at eighteen - "And you're still the only person that ever kicked my ass there..."