The One-Seven

Chapter 27: A Sharp Wind Blows

Dinah wasn't really aware of what she was doing. Since Alfred's proclamation, her mind had gone strangely blank. She was unconsciously aware that she was moving, but she wasn't completely sure where she was going or what she was doing.

All she could think about was Percy, and how in the hell he'd managed to get wrapped up in the League of Shadows. Try as she might, she couldn't think of a time in recent memory in which he would have gotten their attention. She'd been keeping an eye on him for months now, and nowhere in that time had he shown the slightest inclination that he was getting wrapped up with the Shadows.

She didn't realize that she'd been walking over to the Zeta Tubes until she felt a hand on her shoulder, jumping in surprise. She was startled to see Green Arrow's concerned face looking down on her.

"Di..." he said carefully, "Where are you going?"

She blinked, confused for a moment, before she realized where she was. She hadn't made the conscious decision to begin making her way to the transporters, but now that she was here, she understood on a conscious level that she was wanted to do.

"I'm going back to Gotham," She said, "I want to look into something."

Arrow leveled her with a gaze that she knew entirely too well. Their split up might have been mutual, but the man still knew her entirely too well,

"Don't bullshit me Di," He said quietly, "You got that look in your eye, you're going to look into this Shadows thing, aren't you?"

"There's something wrong here." She said by way of confirmation, "I've been following him for months now, and I can promise you that he hasn't done anything that would warrant him being on the radar of the shadows."

"Except for killing the Witch Boy." Arrow said, though it was more of a contemplative statement than an accusation.

"But why would the Shadows care about something like that?" Dinah asked,

"Point taken," Arrow admitted, before glancing around at the other heroes, "I'll run interference for you."

Dinah smiled in relief. Their split had been painful, regardless of the circumstances that made it the right call, but she was still thankful for his understanding of her and what she needed. Squeezing his arm, she smiled at him,

"Thanks Ollie,"

Without another word, she ran into the Zeta tube, and a few moments later she found herself back in Gotham city.

She didn't necessarily have a plan in mind, more of a hunch about what she wanted to do. She wasn't typically one to make things up as she went, but the situation more or less called for it. Pulling up her League database, she ran with an idea that was tickling at the back of her mind. It didn't take her long to find the address she was looking for, and with a press of the device on her wrist, the wall beside the Zeta Tube opened up, revealing a sleek motorcycle. Swinging her leg over the bike, the engine roared to life and she took off into the night.

BREAK

David Winston relaxed comfortably in his seat, there were few perks to his chosen line of work, but nights like tonight were certainly one of them. While the rest of the department was scrambling, trying to figure out how to get the Commissioner off of that damned island, he was comfortably at home, lounging in his favorite chair and with a glass of his finest port.

And his night was made all the sweeter knowing that one of the pains in his side was going to be taken care of that night as well.

Percy Jackson made his life difficult. Ever since the smug bastard had arrived at his precinct, he'd seemed bound and determined to make his life as miserable as possible. The bastard, along with that bitch Montoya, made a habit of making him and the department look incompetent.