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"Does that mean I can take it on the plane with us?" Sam asks, grinning from the doors of the building. The Aerie hadn't exactly been silent when it came up and he's already got his sleeping bag under his arm to pack into the car. He glances back at the lobby to check on Leah and then moves down the stairs to offer a hand to Dinah. "Hey, I'm Sam."

Leah is behind him, in a way. She stops by the door and leans against the frame, listening to the conversation and waiting to be nudged where she needs to go.

"Dinah," says she, taking Sam's hand in her own firm grasp. She glances back to Leah, and stares for a second, before nodding to herself.

Explains what Oracle was saying.

"Black Canary," she adds, raising her voice so it carries to the other woman. "You're Innovator? Pleasure to meet you."

When she gets a nod from the Innovator, it's back to Sam.

"I don't think I'd forgive myself if we didn't take it back. I'm sure Lady Blackhawk would agree."

Sam's grin only widens. Dean is going to be so jealous. He can't wait.

"Great," he says, releasing Dinah's hand with a smile and moving back to reach for Leah's hand - after tossing his sleeping back into the back seat of the Porsche. "So where in Kansas are we going exactly?"

"A farm just outside of Smallville," Dinah says helpfully, glancing back into the plane. There's just about room.

"It's right in the middle of the state. Will you guys be OK? Need me to carry anything? I need to move my bike to let you in."

Leah's hand takes Sam's elbow, gently pushing him so it's best for leading him.

"OK, so what does she look like?" she asks.

Sam follows nonverbal directions as best he can, putting a hand over Leah's when they reach the stairs so she's prepared - and so is he, in case she trips. "Uh, she's tall and blonde."

And stacked with fantastic legs.

"She's got a leather costume on." Sam hesitates and then grins, glancing at Leah and saying under his breath, "Superhero, see."

Dinah glances over her shoulder, amused at what she hears, as she mounts her bike.

"It's kevlar," she says to Leah. "And what he's not telling you about is the fishnets. Guys never seem comfortable around the fishnets."

She starts the engine and drives forward a few feet so the bike's out of the way of the main hold, leaving space for the Porsche. It's an empty room they're standing in now, but a door to one side suggests that there's more to the plane.

"Bloody hell," says Leah, referencing the outfit. She thought her step-Mom's was weird.

"Yeah, she's the type of people I know. It's all about the style."

"To shock the bad guys into dropping the money, huh?" Sam asks, grinning - and willing to deny to his grave that he's blushing, thank you.

(he's totally glancing at those fishnets, though)

"You want to stay here a second?" he asks Leah, giving her hand a small squeeze. "I'm just gonna drive the car into the plane."

"Sure," Leah says, grinning at him. She stands back against the wall, willing to admit that the bad guy shocking tactic works if you can pull it off.

When Dinah joins her, she says: "It works, though, doesn't it?"

"Oh totally."

Dinah leans against the wall, easily taller than the blind girl and completely casual around her.

"Oracle says you're in the business. A good suit can pre-empt all sorts of fighting."

By the time Sam's out of his car, they're laughing together.

It only takes a moment - the engine growls to life and Sam drives it smoothly up the ramp and into the belly of the plane.

Two pretty superheroes laughing with each other makes him grin just as easily as it makes him uneasy. He has a lot of questions to ask but he'll wait until they're done.

Dinah stands up straighter as he approaches, and doesn't hesitate to give him an appraising look.

"...and he's got this ridiculous floppy hair thing going on," she says, as if continuing from a description. "Looks like he's growing it out."

She doesn't offer help to the blind girl, primarily because she's been trained out of helping people like that by Barbara's attitude.

Leah echoes the assumption by waiting herself for Sam to come to her.

"You get parked OK?"

Sam was planning on going straight to her side.

Now he has to hesitate and lift a hand to his hair self-consciously, frowning a little. Of course, they might not be talking about him, bust..

His hair is totally not ridiculous, damn it.

"Yeah, it'll be fine," he replies after a moment, coming hesitantly to Leah's side without reaching for her. She'll be able to sense him there, he knows, and reach if she'd like to. "Parking brake's on so it won't slide."

"Always a good plan," she remarks, totally not smirking. Much. She knows how handbrakes work.

She does reach for his arm when she gets a sense of him being nearby, and settles herself lightly, ready to - well, not be led, but for guidelines as to where to go.

"I'm guessing there's somewhere more comfortable for transatlantic flying?"

"Yeah."

Dinah catches Sam's eye in order to nod towards the door.

"We're fully equipped. There's a minibar and everything."

Heading in that direction, she adds, "we couldn't trace Dean, Sam. But no sign of him having left town either. He's helping a friend on a project. Would he leave without filling him in?"

Sam would know his brothet better than her, after all.

"If he said he was taking a job?" Sam shakes his head, bending his arm so Leah can hold on. "He wouldn't go anywhere. What about the friend? Is he still around?"

He's following Dinah where she leads, pausing if Leah seems unsure about footing or surroundings.

"Yeah, Nightwing's around," Dinah confirms. "He's not going anywhere until this is sorted out. I think he's kind of attached to the kid."

She leads them up into a comfortable passenger room, with seats and a wealth of computer equipment. In the cockpit, another blonde salutes them.

"Let's head home, Lady Blackhawk."

Leah stays mostly sure, but she sets a relatively slow pace as they walk up. There's a cryptic expression on her face, that comes from suddenly having a lot of people around.

People.

Sam glances at her once they reach the smaller space of the cockpit. "We're running on a bird theme?" he jokes with a friendly smile, glancing between Canary and Blackhawk. With Leah still on one arm, he uses the other to lead her into one of the empty chairs.

"Coincidence, honestly," Dinah assures them. "One of our other teammates is Huntress. Oracle's resisted all attmepts to give her a matched name."

"Can't imagine why - thanks, Sam."

Leah finds her way into a chair and leans against the back, crossing her legs.

Sam nods - it's going to take a while to get trained out of visual responses. "Does everyone at this place have a codename or is it just your group?"