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Dinah Drake thirty-three. widow. singer. C A N A R Y

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“I can’t believe I’ll be thirty next week,” she mused quietly as she looked through the newspaper she picked up on her walk through the park. It was a surprisingly nice day in the city so Sara took the long way into work which included cutting through the park and stopping by the small coffee cart on the corner outside of her job. Flipping through the paper, she hadn’t realized that she was next to order and the people in line behind her were starting to get frustrated. Feeling someone move pass her, she looked up from the newspaper and frowned, “Hey! There’s a line and the end is back there.”

                    IT WAS A MIRACLE HOW Dinah managed to see any of her friends; especially when most of them worked in the mornings and the nights as well. Where she was concerned? Her night job included a mask, a leather jacket and a bowstaff. However, she had the day off in her morning job. The brunette grabbed the opportunity to hang out with one of the coolest people she’d ever known; Sara Lance. Both in favor of witty banter but strong advocates of small talk, they met that morning and headed to grab a coffee before Sara had to work. However, the moment it was their turn to order, Dinah stepped forward only to notice Sara’s attention was distracted by the newspaper. She stepped back and poked her elbow, silently bringing her back to reality, when another person tried to cut the line. The second Sara complained the man scoffed and attempted to ignore her. Dinah reached out a hand to stop him. “Now’s the right time to go back in line, dumbass.”

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The words that fell from the other woman’s lips threw Laurel for a loop. “Just lucky, I guess?” she quipped. Crossing her arms over her chest, she came out from behind the counter and eyed the woman curiously. “No, but honestly.. you’re going to have to get me up to speed here, because I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” she stated. 

She approached her with a bit of caution in each step. She needed to be prepared in case this ended badly. She hoped it wouldn’t, but she could never be sure. Anyone who came in saying something like that was bound to be a threat. 

“I’ve never seen you before in my life, and I’ve lived in New York for all thirty two years of it. So I’ll ask again. What can I help you with today?” 

                    EVERY SECOND SPENT IN the woman’s presence made Dinah’s pulse pick up in her chest almost painfully. She could hear nothing but the buzzing in her ears, feel nothing but her cheeks burn up with rage. This couldn’t be happening. She wasn’t the kind of woman who believed in fate and its supposed games, but she did believe in her own eyes. That face... she could never forget it, for the woman before her, made her watch as she killed her husband. It was why Dinah made sure that, in return, she’d watch the light leave her eyes as she took her revenge. The void she’d left behind, even after death, was the reason she ran out there, night after night, risking her life to stop people like her from wandering around free.

When the brunette sat up and began approaching, it took all of Dinah’s willpower not to step back---or even worse, forward. End her once more. “You’re lying. I killed you,” she spat out. “You killed him, so I killed you.” This time, she did make a step forward. “On this day, five years ago. You screamed in his ear until his brain exploded... Laurel.” 

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Work. It was something that could frequently get monotonous, but Laurel had accepted that ages ago. It wasn’t that bad on day where the flower shop was filled with people, but this? This was not one of those days. The shop had been ridiculously slow all day. Apparently people had fulfilled all of their flower needs in the days before. 

Leaning against the front counter, Laurel tapped her fingers lightly against the hard surface. Letting out a small sigh, she glanced at the clock. There was only about half an hour until closing. She could only hope that those final thirty minutes would go by quickly. A few minutes later, the sound of the bell on the door chimed, and Laurel’s face lit up a bit. “Hi there,” she greeted the woman, offering up a smile. “What can I help you with today?”

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                    FLOWERS; MOST PEOPLE WOULDN’T think of flowers as a symbol of sorrow, but then again Dinah wasn’t most people. The only time she’d felt the need to buy a stamp, was once a year; when visiting Vincent’s grave. She’d buy the prettiest rose, leave it over the gravestone and talk to him for a while. For a few months now, she’d talk about life going better because, for once, she was doing something good for the world. She’d talk to him and maybe a nostalgic tear would run down her cheek; she’d finally accepted he was gone.

That morning was his fifth memorial. Dinah usually stopped by the flowership nearest to her house, but the old lady who owned it passed away recently. Therefore, she entered a new, cute one called “Laurel’s Florals”. Her emerald hues wandered around at the pretty flowers decorating every corner, when she heard the owner’s voice. The brunette’s lips had already curved into a very slight grin when she turned to look at her. 

Only to spot the face of the woman who destroyed her life. 

Her lips parted and her eyes widened as her nostrils flared. Her fingers curled into firsts on her sides, and it took all of her willpower to speak and not scream right there and then. 

“How the hell are you still alive?!”

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hey everyone! my name is nikki. under the cut you’ll find a bunch of bullet points about DINAH DRAKE (canary); enjoy (or at least please tolerate it because i did pretty poorly)!

trigger warning: drug addiction.

she is a new yorker, born and bred. her father was a cop and her mom a singer. 

for the most part, dinah’s childhood years were peaceful. she was smart, hardworking in school, and soon enough she discovered she shared her mom’s ‘gene’ for singing. as it turned out, that’s not the only gene she inherited from her, but that’s something she found out the hard way.

dinah found the person who she believed to be the love of her life in her own band. he was the bass player and they hit it off instantly without giving a damn about what would happen if the band fell out. a year later, they got married. 

unfortunately, something worse happened that tore up the band. her husband became a drug addict. dinah found out soon enough about it and stood by his side as he went to rehab. the problem was, he owed money to his dealer, behind dinah’s back. the dealer sent someone---more specifically, dinah laurel lance of earth 363, an assassin who’d traveled to earth 867---to kill him. she used her sonic scream on her husband, taking his life right in front of her. that’s how her own sonic scream was triggered. the two women ended up screaming at each other (literally), one sonic wave deflecting the other. the assassin managed to escape, but dinah made it her life purpose to find her and avenge her husband’s death. so she trained extremely hard and made deals with anyone willing to lead her laurel’s way. it took eight months, but dinah managed to ambush her (with the help of another metahuman) and end her life.

she thought she’d find rest afterwards, but the pain of losing her love didn’t go away. she still had this fire burning within her that she couldn’t put out. it’s why by day she’s still a singer to make a living, but by night she puts on a mask and goes out there, chasing criminals as the canary. she doesn’t plan on killing them in order to remain “harmless” in the police’s radar, but she won’t cry about it if it comes to it.

it’s been almost five years since the death of her husband. dinah still leads a double life, but what’s driving her now is protecting innocents. she feels she’s honoring her husband’s memory that way. she’s somewhat found peace at this point. little does she know that this isn’t gonna last. you see, her soulmate is the doppelganger of the woman who killed her husband.

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