her maneuvers are quick, planned and yet, CAUTIOUS. wind in her hair, dinah lets her bike growl until she reaches the spot where the other is standing. with the movement of her head, unruly golden locks of hair ; all tangled by the wind, fall back to their places. her hands still grasp the hand clutches of her motorcycle. a pristine brow arches before her silvery voice is heard. “ this is not the best place to take cover, NEED A RIDE ? ” the sound of her bike’s engine gets LOUDER, a sound that lets everybody around know dinah is ready for transition, she changes her posture on the bike. good to go, only waiting for the other’s decision.
a ride? did he need a ride? like...no, he didn’t really need a ride. but what the hell, who would say no to a ride on black canary’s bike? not him.. he wasn’t a fool, thank you. “canary, i’m pretty sure i’ve had dreams of this moment and —” the tingle that drove up his spine had him jerking suddenly to the left, and a bullet embedded into the metal where his head was moments earlier. “excuse me! excuse me. i’m trying to have a conversation with my number one hero here, so if you could please wait a moment, i’ll be with you in a second.” he turned back to canary, head shaking in mock (or, you know, real) disappointment. “these criminals, i tell ya. no manners. back in my day? they’d wait while we were making take down plans. times are changing, canary. times are a’changing.”
