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10truelovesTitle: Reasons
Fandom: DC Extended Universes (BoP film)
Character: Dinah Lance(~Renee Montoya)
Theme Set: Table 4
Prompt: Overprotective
Rating: Teen and Up Audience / PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: Movie-typical violence referenced; interpret their relationship as you wish
"What the fuck was that?"
Renee looked at the singer turned vigilante and didn't have a great answer for her, Dinah just knew, seeing it in the woman's fading fear — for Dinah — and the drop of her eyes.
"Got a little nervy is all," she decided to say. "Cop reflexes, all that."
Dinah's eyes went narrow, before she sucked in a breath and spun away, unleashing the full Cry on the alley, stopping the gang advance, pinning several with trash bins and debris from the sheer force of it.
Her gaze flicked to the rapist-murderer laying there, dead from a single shot through his forehead.
"Let's get outta here." She stalked off, knowing good and damn well no one would look too close into the death, that Renee wouldn't pay the price for the killing —
— but Dinah would have rather never have been the reason Renee squeezed off the round.
Renee followed; Dinah hadn't told her not to, and they really needed to hash this out without Harley or the kid or anyone else butting in.
"You held your mom's death against me for years."
The quiet words, spoken three blocks over, threw cold water on Dinah's temper.
"I don't. Not now. She… she made choices too."
"Yeah, but… I knew what those choices cost you, and I hate it. I can't… you… I need you to make it out of this shit alive."
Dinah took a breath, then another, before she put a hand on Renee's forearm. "Goes both ways, now. I need you to keep breathing, kicking ass with me, and make it count when we finally decide we can walk away.
"Not for mom. For me."
"Yeah, I get that. I'm going to try harder to remember you make your own choices, but it's hard."
"Always is."
Fandom: DC Extended Universes (BoP film)
Character: Dinah Lance(~Renee Montoya)
Theme Set: Table 4
Prompt: Overprotective
Rating: Teen and Up Audience / PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: Movie-typical violence referenced; interpret their relationship as you wish
"What the fuck was that?"
Renee looked at the singer turned vigilante and didn't have a great answer for her, Dinah just knew, seeing it in the woman's fading fear — for Dinah — and the drop of her eyes.
"Got a little nervy is all," she decided to say. "Cop reflexes, all that."
Dinah's eyes went narrow, before she sucked in a breath and spun away, unleashing the full Cry on the alley, stopping the gang advance, pinning several with trash bins and debris from the sheer force of it.
Her gaze flicked to the rapist-murderer laying there, dead from a single shot through his forehead.
"Let's get outta here." She stalked off, knowing good and damn well no one would look too close into the death, that Renee wouldn't pay the price for the killing —
— but Dinah would have rather never have been the reason Renee squeezed off the round.
Renee followed; Dinah hadn't told her not to, and they really needed to hash this out without Harley or the kid or anyone else butting in.
"You held your mom's death against me for years."
The quiet words, spoken three blocks over, threw cold water on Dinah's temper.
"I don't. Not now. She… she made choices too."
"Yeah, but… I knew what those choices cost you, and I hate it. I can't… you… I need you to make it out of this shit alive."
Dinah took a breath, then another, before she put a hand on Renee's forearm. "Goes both ways, now. I need you to keep breathing, kicking ass with me, and make it count when we finally decide we can walk away.
"Not for mom. For me."
"Yeah, I get that. I'm going to try harder to remember you make your own choices, but it's hard."
"Always is."