16468/Some Robbers Have All the (bad) Luck

Some Robbers Have All the (bad) Luck
Date of Scene:	02 December 2023
Location:	A busy Manhattan street
Synopsis:	You ever hear the one about the bank robbers that run into a cat and a canary? They didn't find it very funny. But fur and metaphorical feathers make a great team!
Cast of Characters:	Dinah Lance, Greer Grant

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Dinah Lance has posed:
    It's not every day that Dinah Lance finds herself in Manhattan, between lurking on the rooftops of Gotham City, running a successful (If somewhat unexpected) florist business in Gotham, and... well, all the other stuff she does around Gotham, even getting just up the road as it were to NYC is a rarity.

    Except, of course, when you get shanghai'd into a Brooklyn roller derby league by a certain blonde harlequin. Which means that it's not Black Canary that hears the distant roar of a heavy duty engine doing things it surely shouldn't be doing in Manhattan afternoon traffic... and judging by the distant sounds of metal on metal getting closer, whoever's driving like they stole it probably really did steal it.

    It's really only when the armored car comes careening around the corner several blocks away that Dinah realizes she hasn't got any NYC heroic sorts on speed dial. And while 'leather jacket and blue jeans' is arguably an even /more/ suited-to-heroics outfit than 'leather jacket and fishnets', she's almost certain there's some sort of like... accepted method to checking in with the local costume crew to make sure you're not interrupting their flow in crime fighting.

If only she knew it. New York's got a shocking lack of 'Giant spotlights with purpose-built symbols' compared to Gotham. Maybe it's a phone app? Babs keeps telling her she needs to get over her technophobia and 'get some apps' whatever that means.

But hey, she can wing it. She's a Bird of Prey! All of these thoughts are a blur as she finds she's already sprinting towards the onrushing armored car. But surely someone else is going to swing in any moment now... surely.

Greer Grant has posed:
    On the other hand, Tigra finds herself in Manhattan on many days, and even if she didn't, she's a cat and a cat will go wherever she wants to go, regardless of local customs or expectations. As long as the door's not closed, that is.
    No roller derby for her, she's just hanging out on a rooftop, legs hanging over the edge as she works her way through a hot dog with a soda near by. She thinks about a certain group of demons who really should have taken her seriously when she offered to introduce them to hot dogs, but nope, they had more nefarious schemes in mind. Well, that's their loss.
    She tilts her head with an absent frown of focus at the sound of revving diesel and screeching rubber. Emergency vehicle? is her first thought, and then the sounds of vehicle colliding convinces her it's something else. Quickly finishing her hot dog and dusting off her hands, she leaps to the next building, hearing the motor and able to see a careening armored car. She parallels its course on the road below, running on the rooftop and then leaping from building roof to try to land on truck roof, swinging in.
    But don't call her Shirley.

Dinah Lance has posed:
    If Dinah had some sort of cool danger sense, she might have picked up on Greer's presence as she was up on the rooftops, but as is, she's nearly as surprised at the striped figure leaping down from on high to crash onto the armored car's rooftop as the robbers themselves. It's not exactly a development that calms them down, but at least one of the robbers is going to be fated to be the butt of many /many/ jokes when they wind up in prison, as there's the sound of automatic gunfire from the rear of the truck... and then the sharp metallic pinging of the rounds ricocheting off to scatter through the cargo area of the truck.

    How was /he/ supposed to know it was armored from the inside too?!

    And really, a little accidental firearms discharge isn't that big of a deal compared to a no-foolin' Avenger landing on the roof, or the blonde who's striding out into the street, eyes darting quickly... oh, she's always wanted to try this! But wrecking a street in Gotham always seemed like a bad idea, Gotham City Public Works are overtaxed as is.

    Dinah inhales slowly, eyes closing for a moment, just a brief little internal peptalk... after all, with Tigra on the roof (That's right, she remembers Tigra! They stopped a dinosaur auction once, and... well, she's memorable, yeah?) it seems like a good idea to bring the armored car to a stop.

    And that's why Dinah unleashes that iconic canary cry, not directly at the onrushing vehicle though, she aims lower, at an angle, asphalt buckling from the sonic waves and rising up like a tide of solid stone. Just the sort of thing to cause the driver to hit the brakes, while Dinah's glancing around to make sure the citizens are running /away/ from all this trouble as it's unfolding.

Greer Grant has posed:
    Bikini clad catwomen dropping suddenly into view will often have that effect on people. Tigra makes a solid thump as she lands and goes into a crouch. She's trying to get a good grip on the top of the armored truck somewhere, but there's not much to grab, and the hardened steel is resistant to her claws.
    Woops! At the sound of gunfire she reflexively backflips off the truck, landing in a gymnast's pose about ten feet behind it, and then looking both amused and sheepish as she realizes the gunfire was contained within the truck. Probably not as amusing for the goons inside the truck, though.
    She hadn't noticed Dinah yet, but her sonic attack is unmistakable, and Tigra does another backflip to get further away from it, relying on distance and the mass of the truck to keep her sensitive ears safe, though augmenting with furry hands held over said ears.
    No surprise that in New York, when something like this breaks loose, most citizens head for cover...or a good vantage point to record events on their phones. It means Dinah's got room to work with, and once the scream has faded, the only other person running to the truck is Tigra, no longer having to protect her ears.

Dinah Lance has posed:
    Dinah lets out a whooping... catcall? Well, call of professional appreciation for how smoothly Greer leaps through the air in a backflip, while she's running forward herself, picking her way up the jagged 'tidal wave' of asphalt her voice formed, until she's just a little higher than the hood of the armored car, leaping towards the driver's side door to deliver a flying kick that angles her off from the car itself to land on the street... but also rebounds the door back to clock the driver in the head as he was in the midst of getting out.

    And Dinah flashes a grin that, well, probably can't be seen because she sees Greer already heading towards the rear doors of the armored car, sighing out, "Okay, this is just..." She frowns then, "No, you know what? It's /not/ unfair. If you try to rob an armored car and /two/ badasses show up to stop you? That is an object lesson in morality. Go get 'em, stripes!"

    For her part, Dinah's a lot more reserved in moving towards the back of the armored car... she's not sure if Greer's bullet proof, but she knows she sure as hell isn't.

Greer Grant has posed:
    Despite the fact that there's danger present, Tigra can't help but grin a little at Dinah's appreciative call. Hey, who doesn't like compliments like that? Especially when one knows they're deserved. For her part, she's able to admire how easily Dinah surmounts the asphalt and takes out the driver of the truck. "Karma for armored car thieves?" she calls back to Dinah at her observation that it's not at all unfair what's happening to the goons.
    Stripes twitch over feline muscles as she wrenches the back door open, ready to leap to the side if anyone's prepared to open fire on her. Fortunately for her, and not for them, the two in the back are dealing with wounds from their ricochets. Likely not life threatening, but certainly painful, and debilitating. As Dinah heads to the back of the car she can see their weapons clatter to the street as Tigra tosses them out from the back.

Dinah Lance has posed:
    Dinah laughs and calls out, "Well, at the very least really bad luck! I mean, the odds of them turning down /this/ street? I'd say they shouldn't let it discourage 'em but I think between concussions and prison time they're not going to get to try again any time soon!"

    It's only a /bit/ play-acting that Dinah winces as the door opens and the tiger-striped athletic form of Greer flashes forward. Armored cars are beyond close quarters, and she's got a feeling the sudden stop didn't help the robbers out much. If New York's residents hadn't behaved entirely reasonably and evacuated the street, she'd be tempted to make a show of ordering a pretzel or something.

    As is, when one of the robbers tries to crawl out and flee the Wrath of Tigra, Dinah gives him a solid blow to the head and then drags him out to drop him on the street... not, like, head first or anything. Repeated traumatic brain injuries are /serious/.

    She glances up at the Avenger and flashes a grin, "Okay, you totally need to let me buy you a coffee sometime. That was... like, you are /good/, lady."

Greer Grant has posed:
    "They could've chosen a worse street, but I'm not sure how!" is Tigra's quick comeback. Perhaps if they'd been in Dinah's home territory. The crooks are getting handled roughly by these two women, but if the caped crusader had come on them, instead, well...
    She emerges from the back of the truck with the other robber slung over a shoulder and drops him on top of his companion, not especially gently, and then turns to face Dinah with a quick grin as well.
    "High praise coming from you. Great job stopping the truck. I could've gotten inside eventually but maybe not before they hurt a bystander. Name the time and place, and it's a date," she grins.

Dinah Lance has posed:
    Dinah smiles even more brightly and rolls her eyes, "Oh, I'll make sure it's at /least/ in NYC. If I go and invite you to Gotham people are going to ~talk~!" She pops her her eyebrows wildly... only to break down into helpless laughter and sigh out, "I mean, okay, no they wouldn't 'cause no one's going to hear us except these poor unconscious criminals."

    She shakes her head slowly as Greer just hoists and drops that guy like a particularly light sack of potatoes, "Okay, I /might/ invite you to the gym. 'cause like... girl, I could use those workout tips." She pouts half-heartedly, "I mean, I'm sure eventually the tip is 'Super powers are great', but hey... you're inspiring!" She makes a show of glancing around the street slowly.

    "So can we just leave them here? I mean, Gotham's cops are like... fifty fifty on thanking you or trying to cuff you up next to the robbers..."

Greer Grant has posed:
    "Who was it that said the only thing worse than being talked about, is not being talked about it?" Tigra asks. She remembers it from a Python sketch, but not who the quote was attributed to. "Only partly from hard work," she admits, about working out. "Lot of it's definitely the super powers. Some of us get sonic attacks, some of us get rocking bods and tails," she quips with a grin.
    The feline tilts her head a bit, listening. "I can hear the sirens coming. NYPD and the Avengers usually work well together, so it's usually okay to stay and give a statement. If you want to fade into the background, I'd totally get it, though."

Dinah Lance has posed:
    Dinah snorts softly as she flashes a little grin, "Hey, you rock that tail, I don't think it's /just/ the powers, pretty sure that attitude is like... all /you/."

    She chews her lower lip for a moment before she's rummaging in her pocket and pulling out a business card. It is not, in fact, a business card for Black Canary, superheroic vigilante. But it /is/ a card for Dinah Lance, florist and karaoke fanatic. She offers a wink and chimes out, "Well, give me a call when you're not /too/ busy Avenging and we'll get that coffee! Or, y'know, the next time the League and the Avengers do some kind of teamup thing we'll just make sure we get on the same team list or whatever! And feel free to take credit with the cops! I mean, I've seen your shoulders, you can /totally/ claim you just like... ripped the street up on your own! Rawwwr!"

    And then Dinah's /running/. Because teasing an Avenger deserves a certain amount of respectful running away before they can react!

Greer Grant has posed:
    Said tail sweeps back and forth with satisfaction as Dinah praises Tigra's attitude. Who doesn't like having one's ego stroked, especially by another super-heroine. She tilts her head again, this time in curiosity as Dinah rummages about, and then takes the card, looking over it briefly, before smiling and nod. "I'll do that, and soon," she says. "I'll mention a 'bystander' who helped, but I won't mention any names." It's with a good natured smirk that Tigra watches Dinah's post-tease retreat, and admittedly, admires the view. Coffee does sound good to her.