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 Nothing Personal (Black Canary)
Joseph Wilson
 Posted: Oct 23 2017, 01:15 PM
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He feels like he is on janitor duty, cleaning up after other people, handling other people’s messes. He should not have to be here. This is not his job, this was never his mission, and yet somehow he was assigned to finish what someone else was to have started. And, of course, it was more dangerous now than it was to begin with, before someone messed things up and they got to this point. Just a simple drop off, blundered, and now the merchandise is in the hands of the capable of Black Canary.

He had followed the tracking signal to an apartment in Star City, grateful that the device had not been found and deactivated. That saved him a whole lot of extra trouble. Not that the rest of the job ahead of him is going to be a walk in the park. This means that the object is in the apartment of none other than Black Canary. She is a member of the Justice League, he cannot expect anything other than an unforgiving fight if he is caught. And he is already mute; he really cannot afford to lose his hearing as well.

An order is an order, however, and Joey has no choice whether he follows it or not. He cannot afford to risk the lives of innocents by disobeying an order. If he plays this right he might not even have to engage the woman. He has absolutely no desire to clash with anyone, let alone the Justice League. Joey has the utmost respect for heroes. He wishes he could be one, but that is just not his lot in life. He is the son of Deathstroke and the man is determined that he be known as such.

Joey slips into the dark apartment in the dead of night after picking the lock on her door. Thank goodness for regular maintenance, the door does not let out out a peep as he pushes it gently open and then gently closed to minimize the click of the mechanism. He raises his phone, visage glowing in the blue light as he checks the reading for the signal he is receiving. Joey moves as silently as he can as he searches about for the box, trying to leave things as they were as he goes about his mission.
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Dinah Lance
 Posted: Nov 1 2017, 03:33 PM
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" Death by ice cream. Had to happen someday."


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JUST when Dinah thought she'd be going home early! Instead of being snuggled between her blankets, cuddled with her pillow, and dreaming about wonderful things she was stuck doing more paperwork and planning the Justice League's next mission. And that wasn’t even touching the exploration of her patient's files. This goes without saying but she ends up leaving dead tired... again! She will probably do so for the next week! But it's not in her to complain. Well, not to anyone in particular. Just inside of her own head. It's not like she had a great social life these days.

After leaving the Watchtower she caught yet another Zeta Tube and ended up in her own City where she left her bike parked. The commute wasn’t so bad but it was the drive home after that she disliked, especially because she’s usually riding her motorcycle home in the dark. That’s usually when the scum of the town comes out to play. And not in a nice manner either. This place was filled with the unsavory, as are most cities the hub for crime. Tonight she tried not the think about it. She just wanted her bed and at least a little sleep. If she could doze off. Usually, when she got home her mind was to active thinking about everything that she was responsible for. Dinah had much on her plate with a side of seconds.

Tiredly she parked her bike and decorated her helmet onto her mirror. Surprisingly nobody saw the need to steal it. Perhaps even thieves were aware of the safety protocol that went along with the riding of a vehicle that only had two wheels and very little to protect the body if in an accident. The only thing between you and the road, if you were unfortunate enough to meet it personally, was that of some leather and your helmet. Dinah would rather have that then nothing at all.

The blonde took a deep breath and turned to look up. This wasn’t her usual actions but something caught her eye while her hands were leaving her helmet and her body was turning. Good ol’ peripheral vision. But she blinked her eyes a few times in hopes that it was just either her tiredness or the shadow’s playing tricks on her. She was just too tired for this crap but she still took it seriously. And so she girded herself up for a fight but also reminded herself that it could just be a kid who maybe she could turn to the good side. The female laughed with such sentiments and off she went.

She was to spent to move about in a tactical manner. Oh, she was quiet but she wasn’t scanning behind every single hole in the wall. Dinah simply used her cat-like abilities and made her way up the stairs where the idiot left the door ajar slightly. She rolled her blue eyes and tenderly pressed with her fingerless leather gloved hand. It was more simple than she thought. There they were, rummaging through her things. ”Is there something that I can help you find?” A smirk was written all over her face. She wondered if he would just come out fighting or turn around slowly. The ball was in his court now and Dinah could hardly wait to see what he was going to do.

Miss Red

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Joseph Wilson
 Posted: Nov 5 2017, 05:08 PM
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It was in the moment when Joey realized that he was no longer alone that his hand ghosted over the small box with the insignia of one of GenCorp’s competitors emblazoned across the top. He might have smiled at the victory if it were not for the dangerous, highly volatile predicament he has found himself in. This had always been a possibility, but excuse him for having been hoping that it would not come to this, that he would have had enough time to get in, get what he came for, and get out.

Joey is not a violent person. He has no desire to fight with anybody, least of all with heroes who risk their necks all the time to help other people. He never meant to to be part of the ‘problem’, he does not want to be, but here he is. Rummaging through a lady’s apartment, of all places.

The box is small, it fits in the palm of his hand so that has he picks it up he can attempt to slyly slip it into his pocket while simultaneously turning towards Dinah. She is a smart woman. She probably already knows what it is that he is after and obviously where she has been keeping it. Joey only hopes that the darkness of the apartment gives him the element of doubt. He holds his hands up, now empty.

Being able to talk would be really helpful right now. He prays that she is not quick to use her canary cry; God knows that is the last thing he needs. Right now, however, she is standing between him and the exit and he cannot exactly talk his way out of this. He consoles himself with the idea that he will send her an apology gift basket later.

For right now, however, he flashes the beam of the high powered flashlight in her face, using the moment of surprise to cross the space. It is not Joey’s intent to injury her. He only needs to incapacitate her for long enough that he can get away without any real bloodshed.
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Dinah Lance
 Posted: Nov 22 2017, 02:57 PM
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Dinah never, ever, puts all of her eggs in one basket. And so when he was in the area that he was in she knew exactly what he was looking for. Her mind, memory and reflexes are rather sharp. She was just hoping that she wouldn’t have to put in the practice the ladder. Hopefully there would be a peaceful way to resolve this conflict, minus the violence. The blonde holds up her hands, palms facing him. A sign of trying to calm the situation before anything could escalate.

”Listen…..” This one word was the only thing that could escape her lips before the light was shined in her face. Immediately she used her right hand to shield her eyes from the blinding beam. It’s a good thing that she did this because that sucker was BRIGHT. This kid knew what he was doing. Dinah was convinced that he’s done this sort of thing before. Professional? She was uncertain yet. Heck she didn’t get a great look at him since the lights were not turned on. The shadows proved to be on his side.

A tiny swear word was the next thing that came out of her mouth. ”Damn!” Dinah clenched her teeth. Her first reaction she was fighting back. A canary cry was bidding her lips to part so that it could be set free. But no. She couldn’t. The last thing that she wanted was to make someone’s ears bleed tonight. ”Look!! Get that thing out of my face or so help me you will regret it!” Upon taking a few steps back she managed to be in an arm’s length of the light switch. Quickly she reached and flicked it on. Just as instantly she knew who he was. He’s Slade Wilson’s Son. Deathstroke. Inwardly Dinah groaned. The last thing that she wanted was to be put on his radar.

Almost motherly she crossed her arms out in front of her. As if she was about to scold one of her kids. She had so many of them. Occasionally her eyes would flicker over his pocket. She wasn’t hiding the fact that she knew that he slid what he stole into it. What did he think? That she was born yesterday? ”Just give me back what you took and I’ll let you just walk away.” She didn’t know what sort of person he was. Dinah was just hoping that he wasn’t like his father. The sort to shoot and ask questions later type of guy.

Miss Red




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Joseph Wilson
 Posted: Dec 25 2017, 08:58 PM
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Professional thief? Definitely not, but it is something that he has...picked up recently. Certainly not something he ever imagined himself to be up to. But he has to get through that door one way or the other, with the object he came for in possession. And he knows a few tricks, like the light thing. Blinding your opponent is kind of basic, but sometimes you need to go back to the fundamentals. She warns him that he will regret this if he does not remove the light from her face. Huh...if she only knew.

Joey already regrets everything.

Before he can make the next move on the heroine, however, her hand flounders and finds the light switch. He aborts his previous motion abruptly and freezes. And as her eyes fall on him, Joey can see the recognition flash up immediately on the woman’s face. He feels the shame sinks down on him like a massive weight that he tries so very hard to forget is there. The woman knows who he is because she knows his father. He has spent his life dodging that man’s reputation before all of this and now he is associated with him.

He clicks the flashlight off as it is just a waste of power now, takes a breath and lifts his chin. Joey wants to avoid giving away his emotions. He is weighing his options as she is speaking. He is armed but he is not fond of lethal force. She wants what he has taken and Slade’s voice is in his head, telling him to just shoot her and his finger twitch slightly. Joey closes his eyes and shakes his head. Damn it. He cannot do that. He has to think of something else.

The young man reaches into his pocket to pull out the small box. He turns it in his hand, reflecting on its significance. Then he tosses it across the distance to her.
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