Truth & Justice

Gotham City had struck Diana at first as an ugly city. It was dark and brooding with its buildings seeming to crowd each other out making the streets fight for the light and the sun. Diana was used to more sprawling and open architecture with an emphasis on art and beauty in all its forms.

It was very difficult for her to walk around without anyone noticing her but she had managed a little the morning she got there before she had to get ready for the charity event she was attending that evening. She decided that it wasn't ugly during that walk. It was just that it hid its beauty making you work to find it.

The gala that night was for education of battered women and children. Diana knew that the answer was not just to remove them from the situation but to train and educate them of their own strength and worth so they were able to stay out of the relationship and not fall into another one. She entered the large ballroom to mingle with the guests and the coordinators wearing a simple blue dress along with her tiara and bracers.

The League was still new and already Dinah wasn't sure how the world had managed without it. It seemed like metahuman crime was on the rise everywhere. She was glad that the team had started to take on new members, even if she was still watching to see how the team dynamics would change with the addition of members such as Green Arrow. It was always a trick to get various egos to play well together. And it was even more of a trick to convince the men that she didn't always need saving. That, in fact, them trying to pull her out of the line of fire might actually screw up her fighting.

Tonight's assignment was in Star City. There'd been a tip about potential metahuman activity and she'd been assigned to work on the case with Green Arrow. Which was... good. She hadn't worked with him all that much and he was still an unknown quantity. Once she was teleported onto a particular rooftop, she looked around for the emerald archer.

Teleportation was still disorienting. She didn't think she'd ever get used to it, but she couldn't deny its usefulness. There was something to be said for being able to go anywhere in the blink of an eye. All the same, that didn't stop her from longing for the days of simply being a street level vigilante, mostly confined to Gotham. When Batman wasn't trying to kick her out of 'his city,' that was. She thought that was pretty ridiculous, considering that her mom had been patrolling Gotham's streets since likely before he was born. And her dad had been a detective since before the Bat was born too. He couldn't be that old after all. Not unless there was truth to the rumors that he was a meta.