Dinah Laurel Lance (
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At a time that's not the time they're all in Metropolis, there is a pair of fishnet tights out in the training field.
They're being worn by Dinah, who is stretching and warming up and waiting to see who's going to turn up for a training session, which is really the only reason you'd ctach her at the farm these days.
They're being worn by Dinah, who is stretching and warming up and waiting to see who's going to turn up for a training session, which is really the only reason you'd ctach her at the farm these days.
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"Sounds like one scary guy!"
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"Space," she says. "And Superman? No, he's a pussycat, really. It's the guys that don't have powers you have to watch for. They'll find your weak spot."
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"Sure wish we had someone like him back in Warakiya. Bet you he'd be able t'take care of Dracula easy." Like by PUNCHING THE WHOLE CASTLE INTO THE HEAVENS.
"Yeah... and there's more of 'em."
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"Your technique is good. Step up, a little harder. I want you to get a feel of what a normal punch feels like."
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She errs on the safe side, just scaling it to "slightly faster, though with a kind of jerky awkwardness."
"There's a lot of y'all?"
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"My Mom was a member of a group called the Justice Society of America. I grew up with about half a dozen uncles who all fought the bad guys as a calling."
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Well, especially not now, what with the badguy-fighting uncles. Surely she'd have picked something up from that.
She slows it down for a few practice punches before trying it again. It's less jerky, at least, though somewhere in the range of what one of Mel's kids might manage as far as power goes.
"Man, that sounds great... it was just me an' Papa an' Grandfather, back home..."
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She learned that from the uncles.
"That's good though - family. Where you all strong?"
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"I- I'm- was- the strongest. I could do things they couldn't. 'swhy folks don't like me much. Back home." And why she's doing this!
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"Do you know the source of it?"
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Oh hey, smiling! That's certainly encouraging. She turns it up a couple of notches, still slow but smoother and a bit more powerful.
"My folks an' the priests, they all said I was given what I got so I could do somethin' great for everyone. I almost got there, too. Then..."
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"God's the course of everything, of course. And He probably decided you had something more important to do over here."
Dinah is, at best, agnostic, but she has an idea.
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As for the punching, she's growing more confident, at least in her ability to throw a punch without immediately breaking bones. That's definitely something.
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They should really be keeping closer tabs on this.
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um...
Shit.
"I... I was out when we left," she mutters, abashed. "Satya might remember. She was there, too. She's the one got us out."
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...OK, in all honesty... "'cept... they make you... y'know, they take away your will t'fight. Your hope."
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"Yeah," Dinah says quietly. "I know what that's like."
Only in her case it wasn't magical.
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"But you're good now?" She is going to feel really, really bad about punching someone who's depressed. Even if she's supposed to be.
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The punching is getting smoother and faster, though a little stronger as she loses track of it.
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"Slow down. Control it."
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