noir_canary (noir_canary) wrote in newalliance, @ 2016-03-10 17:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | black canary |
Who: Dinah Lance, Barbara Gordon
What: Dinah goes to investigate strange bodies that have been popping up around Gotham
Where: Gotham City, NJ
When: February 21st [backdated]
Rating: R for crime violence
"Thanks for coming on this little ride along with me, O." Canary said as she pulled up and parked at the entrance to the alley way. It looked dark, and unused, and damp, and spooky-- just the kind of place she was looking for. "I think You-Know-Who is still a little concerned about me jumping back in the saddle. If I hadn't asked you along, I'm pretty sure He'd be doing it, whether I wanted him to or not-- and you're a much better back seat driver." She was teasing but she was a little nervous about getting back in the field, and she'd invited Oracle along for her own comfort, really, though she was never going to tell Bruce that.
She took her helmet off and left it strapped to the handlebars of her bike (oh how she'd missed her bike), and started down the alley, careful to note any vagrants or thugs who might be occupying it. She doubted she'd have the luck of finding their perp returning to the scene of his handiwork, but there was no reason not to be cautious anyway. Most of the homeless had cleared out after the homicide-- the police had torn their way through already and disturbed what might have been a nice resting place for Gotham, but a few were starting to sneak back in at the edges.
Black Canary stepped over a stray limb or two to find her way deeper into the alley, but there was no one there past where the street lights could reach; and she finally resorted to producing a small pocket flashlight, and held it in an overhand grip above her head.
"I think I'm there." She said finally, turning to look up at one of the tall brick walls that stretched over head. There was no chalk outline anymore, and most of the evidence had been picked clean, bagged and tagged and sent over to the GCPD HQ to add to the rest of the cold cases similar to this one-- but Dinah knew this was the place from the photos Oracle had sent over in the file. It was here that the police had found a woman strung up over a dumpster like common trash, her throat cut. Unfortunately that wasn't enough to be unique in Gotham-- but there were two very specific details that the police chose not to release to the public: she was wearing a blonde wig, though her friends said she never wore wigs, and had a word written across her naked body in her own blood. PREDA; Italian for prey.
Nothing new had stood out to her in the files, but now that she was revisiting the scene, something was coming to her. There was a gut feeling she'd gotten when Babs had first mentioned the case; but now it seemed to be boiling up, like a pot of water not quite hot enough. Canary crouched to look under the dumpster in case the police had missed anything, and frowned.
"Okay. I'm a killer. I hate women-- not just this one because there are other bodies like this. I want to put her where everyone will know she's trash." She said aloud, half for her own benefit and half for Oracle. "So, I string her up here. I'm probably male, strong enough to carry the dead weight of a grown woman at least down the alley, because it's too narrow to get a car down here. So... between 18 and what-- 50? I get her down here, tie her up, put the rope over the broken there," She said, pointing to it with her flashlight, "And pull until I've got her in position, then tie it off and leave her for the cops." Canary mused, taking a step back to survey the full scene as she'd laid it out.
"Alright but-- if she's hanging there; the dumpster is right under her... so what, I put her in the dumpster before I hauled her up? O- can you check the coroner's report to see if there was any kind of trash or dumpster stuff found on the body or in the wig or anything?"
That didn't add up. It would be more effort to put her into the dumpster just to pull her out again, so why not put her some place else and--
Canary dropped to the ground again, shining her flashlight on the corners of the dumpster.
Wheels.
Jumping up, she put her back to the dumpster and pushed, until it was six feet down the alley- where certain minor stains on the brick wall (or lack their of) showed as the dumpster's likely original position. Coming back to the second location of the dumpster, Dinah crouched down, shining her light over the newly uncovered patch of earth -- then reached down for a new piece of evidence.
"I think I've got something, Oracle." She said, holding up the fine strands of gold hair. "Hair. Blonde. Doesn't match the victim's wig's shade." Transferring the flashlight to her between her knees to keep the light on the hair, she removed one of her gloves with her teeth to touch the very end of the hair. "Synthetic. From another wig maybe. Not the good ones that are real hair though, you know?"
She pulled her glove back on one-handedly, then removed a ziptop baggie from her pocket. "Heading to you now with the evidence. Maybe you can run some of your magic on it and see if this matches anything the police dragged up from this or the other murders."
With the hairs secured, she looked back at the crime scene again. Something was still bothering her, something was off. It almost felt like... deja vu. But where would she have seen something like this before if she'd been gone the past fourteen months and nothing had come up in Oracle's vast network of electronic data --
-- something that hadn't been copied digitally.
Something she'd seen before.
"Oracle? Cancel the pizza and beer. I think I might know where to look for more information..."