A little less conversation... (Riddler)
Fred's building was on fire. The office, the apartment... Dinah was trying her best not to think about that. She and Dean had been on their way to the warehouse when they'd heard the call over the police scanner. Dinah knew that she couldn't just call this investigation off. Not with what was at stake for the City. She could, however, handle this part alone while Dean went to make sure that Fred was okay. She was worried that her friend wasn't answering her cell or her comm. She was worried that she might have lost yet another person that was important to her.
But she had a job to do. Whatever was going on personally, she couldn't let the people of this City down. She trusted Dean to check things out and find Fred if he could.
Once they'd gone their separate ways, Dinah headed to Enigma's warehouse. She easily scaled the security fence around the warehouse and dropped down to a crouch outside the building. She was quiet as she listened and watched for any signs of security or a booby trap. With Joker and Crane involved, there was a good chance that there might be something dangerous here.
Dinah had the gas mask hanging around her neck, ready to be put on at the first sign of any fear toxin. She crept forward silently, keeping to the shadows and keeping an eye out for any sensors or security cameras.