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This is a totally logical and sensible way to do things. Shut up.

The way is: Dinah has a whole list of cities and places she wants to visit, including all over the United States; California, Pennsylvania, even Kansas, as she hasn't yet thoroughly investigated Keystone City.

She's starting in Greece.

This is, she claimed, because it's her vacation and she's always wanted to vacation in Europe and soak up the Mediterranean sun. But it's really because she's much less worried and apprehensive about what she'll find on Themiscyra than, for example, Star City, California. She hasn't even decided what she wants to find, but she can handle not finding it better if she starts with the Amazons.

Zinda's gone off to look at Egypt, after dropping Dinah off at an abandoned airfield. For some reason island-hopping on her own in a tiny plane is easier than admitting to Lady Blackhawk she doesn't know exactly which island is which on this world. Also, it feels more like a vacation.

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"Oh, for. . ." He takes off his hat, turns it around in his hands, and plonks it back on his head, exasperated.

"No! I'm just not used to being totally over-shadowed!"

Dinah is equally exasperated for her part and throws up her hands.

"Then maybe I should just leave!"

Indy stalks towards her, eyes narrowed.

"Oh, I don't think so, not the good little avenger that you are, you wouldn't leave me stranded, would you?"

He finishes the sentence in front of her, crowding into her personal space. She's being. . . a bitch. Regardless of the fact that he's being an asshole.

God, he reminds her so much of Oliver she wants to break his kneecaps.

"You can look after yourself," she points out

"Nice to know you think so," he says, then takes a deep breath and lets it out, counting backwards from ten in his head. In Sanskrit. He deflates almost visibly.

"Look, I'm sorry," he says, awkwardly. "I guess I am being a bit of a dick."

Dinah nods.

"Just a little."

"Gee, nice to know you have such a high opinion of me," he says, sarcastically. She could at least have made a show of disagreeing.

And Dinah was just about to apologise herself. Now she rolls her eyes. Again.

"Well, you were," she points out.

"You didn't have to agree," he tells her.

He snorts. He knows he's only this much of an ass when he's hot for a woman. Doesn't seem like he's going to get anywhere, though. (As a seduction technique, pissing women off has worked surprisingly well for him in the past.)

The trouble, as far as Dinah's concerned, is that it is working. This is why she's extra angry, because she can see it coming.

Uh.

"So you weren't actually apologising, just fishing for compliments?"

"I was apologising!" He exclaims. "Stop twisting everything I'm saying!" He steps forward. They're pretty much nose-to-nose now, and he's glaring at her.

Dinah glares back, too frustrated to find the words to explain her frustration.

They stand like that for a couple of seconds, Dinah now breathing as hard as when she had finished screaming.

"Fine!" she finally snaps, and tunrs awy from him sharply, storming in the directinon they had been walking.

"Hey!" He yells. "Don't you just walk away from me!"

He clamps his arms across his chest and glares at her retreating (and very fine) form.

"Then keep up!" Dinah calls back, not bothering to turn back.

He swears under his breath, and strides after her.

At least his legs are longer.

This is humiliating.

That's the point mostly.

As he catches up, Dinah slows.

"I was out of order too."

Indy quirks an eyebrow, and waits for her to continue. He doesn't agree - that would be hypocritical, after his little rant. Well. He doesn't agree out loud, anyway.

If he's waiting, he's going to be disappointed.

She glances at him sideways, quirking an eyebrow.

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"We were both out of order," he says. "And we're both hot-tempered. Forget it?"

"Sure," Dinah says, shrugging with one shoulder.

And smirking out of the same side of her mouth as well.

Indy rolls his eyes at her,

Women!

Dinah raises an eyebrow questioning his eyeroll.

"Smug," he accuses her.

"Cocky," she returns.

Indy grins.

"You really do know me," he says.