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There is a big notice now up on the notce board Nathan provided.

It says:

Martial Arts Training.
All levels welcome. Intermediate and advanced to start at dawn by the bunker. Beginners at 3pm every afternoon. Everyone welcome.

- Dinah Lance
AKA The Black Canary.

In jeans and a T-shirt, for once (the fishnets are only for fighting), Dinah stands back and admires her handiwork.

Yeah, it's good to feel needed.

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"You too," Dinah says. "That was an impressive list you left. You have a particular need for all that combat knowledge?"

"I do, or did back in my world. I'm with the Young Avengers." Wondering if the name will sound familiar.

Apparently not, as Dinah shakes her head. "Sounds something like the Teen Titans. I'm with the Justice League."

"Different worlds then I guess, but maybe. There's just a handful of us. My codename's Hawkeye. I also know archery, fencing, and swordfighting."

"Black Canary," Dinah says. "I know... well lots of things. Close combat. At a distance I have to resort to meta powers."

Which isn't really something she's proud of.

"I know a couple of archers, though."

She shrugged, "I don't have powers... well not before I came here, and not sure how much sharper senses really count. Long story, and I wouldn't recommend heading to San Francisco for the time being."

She added, "Which archers?"

"You shouldn't need them."

Take it from the woman who went the best part of a decade without them.

"Well, one was called Roy. He was practically a little brother to me for a while. One of the best archers in the world; he was in the Titans as Arsenal.

"The other?" Dinah pulls a face. "He's a jerk."

Haha, someone has a history.

"It was kind of a side effect anyway."

She smiled a little at the first description but curious at the second, "Guessing the latter's a hothead and stubborn too? Know the type."

"Wrote the book on stubborn hothead," Dinah informs her, defensive over Oliver's position as stubbonest hothead in the world.

"And we have a few coming through the League."

"Yeah? Some of my teammates are the same."

Kate then remarked, "I still haven't seen any of them here. Do you miss the life too?"

"Miss it?"

Dinah shakes her head.

"I'm still living it. My girls came through with me so we're running rescue attempts. And there's still crime to solve in Metropolis."

Kate brightened at that, and was clearly surprised.

"...You are? There is? Do you need any more help?"

"Really not my call," Dinah admits. "You'd want to talk to Oracle - Barbara. She's around here sometimes, in a wheelchair."

She sagged a little, and then considered, "Well, can I get a message to her? Something on the notice board, anything? I think we briefly met once, but that was months back."

"I'll talk to her," Dinah says. "She's spending a lot of time in Metropolis, now, but she's easy enough for me to contact."

"Thank you, I'd appreciate it. Haven't been able to go out on patrols since the war back home had started, and then I came here."

She then added, "There's one other thing, I met someone here. I can go to Metropolis, but I want to talk to him about it. And been trying to see about a trip to Sherwood forest in England for him. He...He needs it."

"Will?"

Dinah grins, and nods.

"I'm sure we'd be happy to take you both."

Pay no attention to the color in her cheeks right now.

"Yes, Will. You know him then? And thank you."

"I met him once," Dinah says. "He's a good kid, I like him. You guys probably deserve a vacation."

She nodded, "Him especially, and he is. Very good and sweet." So does she for reasons here and from back home, but she wasn't going to bring it up.

"I got that impression."

Grin. Grin grin grin.

She eyed her a little.

"...Did he mention me?"

Grin!

"Might've done."

OK, then she laughs. "Nothing incriminating, if that's what you're worried about. Maybe hopelessly sappy, but nothing incriminating."

"No, I know he's nicer than to say anything bad." Soft smile. "And he's old fashioned romantic, not that surprised."

"He's Will Scarlett," points out the one-time owner of the Sherwood Florist.

"Old fashioned everything."