#dinahlance

[thetinyscald-blog]

Absolute Black Canary

[jadegretz]

Black Canary: Harmonic Combat ANIMATION

Velarium of Iron Howls

Metropolis wore its lights like a confident smile, but beneath the teeth of neon there were nerves—wires whispering, steel listening. Black Canary felt it the moment her boots touched the wet asphalt. The city had learned a new language and it spoke in clicks and distant howls.

She paused under a viaduct ribbed with pipes that sweated rust. Steam slid along the concrete like a breath withheld too long. Dinah Lance closed her eyes and let the city touch her back through the leather of her jacket, the faint warmth of old power lines, the electric itch of surveillance. A sound, almost musical, threaded the air: a metronomic scraping, metal on metal, too precise to be accident.

“Show yourselves,” she said softly, as if coaxing shy animals from brush.

The answer came as a chorus. Claws struck pavement in syncopation. From the fog, shapes detached—wolves, tall and wrong, with limbs armored in matte black plates, joints stitched with glowing filaments. Their eyes burned a hungry blue, artificial pupils dilating like lenses. The cybernetic jaws were worse: reinforced mandibles folded over serrated steel teeth, pistons humming as they tested their bite.

A woman’s voice drifted from somewhere high and unseen, carried by a speaker that caressed the syllables. “Careful, Canary. They hear hearts. They smell breath.”

Dinah smiled. Seduction lived in her bones, an inheritance she’d made a weapon. She let the wolves see the confidence, the easy sway of her stance. “Then they’ll adore me,” she said, pitching her voice low, velvet over iron. “Everyone does.”

The pack fanned out, moving with machine intelligence, flanking her. One stepped forward, head cocked, jaws opening and closing in a quiet rehearsal. Its breath steamed, tinged with oil.

The voice again. “They’re tuned to your frequencies. Scream, and they’ll learn you.”

Dinah’s hand brushed the small device at her throat—the limiter that kept her Canary Cry caged until she chose to open the door. “Learning is mutual.”

The first wolf lunged.

She pivoted, boots skidding, and the world narrowed to angles and timing. A kick snapped out, heel catching metal ribs with a satisfying jolt that sang up her leg. The wolf crashed into a column and rebounded with predatory grace. Others followed, a dance of steel and furless sinew.

Dinah let the fear come. Horror sharpened the blade. She ducked under a snapping jaw, felt the wind of it part her hair, and rolled, coming up with her back to a wall that vibrated faintly. She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and sang.

The Canary Cry was not a scream so much as a geometry. Sound shaped into a blade. It burst from her, invisible but devastating, tuned to find weakness. The reinforced jaws were engineered to crush; she aimed for the harmony between piston and hinge. The air shuddered. Glass rattled. The wolves staggered as if struck by an unseen tide.

Metal shrieked. Jaws seized mid-snap, pistons seizing, teeth chattering uselessly. One wolf yelped—a sound like a modem dying—and collapsed, legs folding as its systems rebooted into nothing.

“Beautiful,” the voice purred. “You still sing like a ghost.”

“Come down here and say it to my face,” Dinah replied, breath fogging.

From the viaduct’s shadow, a figure emerged—slender, wrapped in a coat that caught the light like wet ink. Her hair was silver, shaved at the temples, long elsewhere, and her smile was a surgical instrument. She clapped slowly. “Metropolis missed you. I missed you.”

Dinah recognized the cadence, the old ache. “Lena Kade. Still building monsters?”

“Still making pets,” Lena said. “These are prototypes. You’re a calibration tool.”

The wolves recovered with eerie speed, systems compensating. They moved differently now, heads lower, jaws locked open to avoid resonance. One leaped. Dinah met it with a forearm, muscles burning, and twisted, using its momentum to slam it into another. They tangled, snarling in digital static.

Seduction threaded through her fear like a whisper. Dinah stepped toward Lena, eyes locked. “You could have asked me to dinner.”

Lena laughed, a sound like glass chimes. “I prefer my dinners that fight back.”

A wolf barreled between them. Dinah grabbed its head, fingers digging into warm polymer and cold steel, and drove her knee up into its throat assembly. The impact rang. She released and spun, swe …(more at https://www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

[lexysrefuge]

I don’t know if someone has talked about this but dinahxbabs have the exact same vibes as pbxmarceline.

Overprotective controlling genius that struggles to let loose falls in love with the punk rock reckless gal that acts before she thinks and can only really express her hurt through music.

I can’t draw for shit but I’d love to see Dinah and Babs dressing up as them, that’d be adorable.

[em-scribbles]

Here's a little Black Canary sketch in between commissions. She's currently available ($50). If you're interested, comment on this post or send me a message. :) . . . #ericmatos #em_scribbles #emscribbles #pinup #blackcanary #dinahlance #birdsofprey #dccomics #justiceleague #traditionalart #pencilart #sketch #bust #portrait https://www.instagram.com/p/CdBc_BrrxyJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[strawbewrymilk]

group selfie but something went wrong

[asparagus-draws]

Here’s a design or two

I can’t decide which blonde I prefer for her

[fntstc]

DCeased 002 (2019) #dceased #superman #loislane #robin #superboy #blackcanary #greenarrow #greenlantern #clarkkent #damianwayne #jonathankent #dinahlance #oliverqueen #haljordan #dc #comics #dccomics #comicbooks Writer: Tom Taylor Penciller: Trevor Hairsine https://www.instagram.com/p/B-MTjy8D-NQ/?igshid=j3d6rhatxliv

[batblackwolf49]

Ok I finally saw birds of prey yesterday and I loved it

I can’t remember everything I wanted to say about the movie but I remember the 8 main things that came to mind.

1. Whoever picked the songs for the soundtrack is awesome Barracuda and Black Betty are classics

2. Ewan Mcgreggor was great, I forgot how much range he has. He made me despise and yet feel bad for a clearly mentally disturbed character

3. I loved mama bear Harley. It really reminded of the Injustice version of her character

4. I thought I would be disappointed that we wouldn’t see Ivy because her and Harley are one of my favourite couples, but I really like her and Helena’s chemistry is but at the same time I love Helena and Dinah’s interactions. This movie gave me even more ships

5. If Dinah’s mother was also a canary does meam the JSA was a thing in the DCEU?

6. Harley breaking in to the precinct is the funniest thing ever

7. I loved the intro and the narration, both gave me a very deadpool vibe

8. And finally what kind of psycho likes American cheese?