noir_canary (noir_canary) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-04-16 00:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | batman, black canary, enigma, hulk, lois lane-kent, maria hill |
Who: Dinah Lance, Bruce Wayne, Open to family, friends, press types, and rich folk who would like to be there (basically everyone)
NPCs: Alfred Pennyworth, Vicki Vale, Reporters
What: Dinah comes out to the public as Black Canary
Where: Wayne Penthouse, Gotham City NJ
When: April 16th, mid-afternoon
Note: Everyone should feel free to jump on the NPC account and pretend to be a reporter if the mood strikes you. You can ask questions of Bruce or Dinah or both, be kind and curious or rude and obnoxious- whatever you like! PS Friends and family can ask questions too if they want, but we thought NPC reporters would be fun too.
Dinah had no idea how she’d allowed herself to believe that this was a good idea. It couldn’t have a been a good idea- it hadn’t been a good idea for over thirty years, since her mother had held the mantle before her. Dinah Drake Lance had existed perfectly well without ever needing to reveal her identity; in fact, she’d given up that life almost entirely in order to start a family-- to start a family thirty-four years ago today. Her daughter cringed to think about what her mother would say at this juncture, and started to pace in the study that had been set aside for her to get ready and to wait for her big entrance.
The living room/foyer had been opened up, all furniture moved aside to make room for the press, not to mention family and friends and members of the upper class who had donated handsomely to the Wayne Foundation for the honor of being present. They had some time to let everyone mill about and eat-- Dinah herself wasn’t particularly hungry. She thought, briefly, that she could probably go for a stiff drink, but that would have to wait until after. Her stomach was already flipping and flopping every which direction.
She raked one gloved hand back through her hair, then quickly rushed to a mirror to make sure she hadn’t actually messed it up in any way and scowled and threw her hands up again before resuming her pacing.
Dinah brushed at her fishnets self-consciously. Maybe she shouldn’t have worn her mom’s version of the costume after all. For the first time in years, the strapless corset made her feel naked, though she wasn’t certain that trading it for the zip-up number would have helped over much. It was quite apparent to her (for the billionth time) that this costume was designed to be worn solely at night, to blend in with shadows and the “street crowd”... and seeing it in the stark light of day felt a lot like doing the walk of shame.
...A walk of shame that was about to become a matter of national record.
She could face aliens bent on world domination, ninjas and assassins, ex-boyfriends who put the evil in evil-ex, frost giants and ancient gods all without blinking but this… this terrified her.