Post by Dinah Grayson on Aug 1, 2015 0:55:39 GMT -6
Dinah watched from the shadows after she landed as Barby ran off with her escrima stick. She shadowed JJ inside, taking care to step when he stepped, keeping her footfalls as quiet as possible. He had to know she was behind him though, there was no doubt. She always chalked it up to some sort of freaky twin thing. Her anger had abated a bit as she landed as her mind had been thinking over several things. Of what this could mean, of what could have happened if she hadn't pulled him off the guy in time. What kind of consequences this could have. Her mind had a spiderweb stretching out to their friends and family and hero community at large. Negative, ghost rider. The pattern is full. She shook her head, letting all the strings she was mentally plucking at disappear into background noise. She brought in one singular focus as she stepped forward into the light, dragging a chair over and spinning it around so she could sit on it backwards and look her brother in the eyes.
Peeling off her mask, she rested her arms on the back of the chair and remained silent, even after he had said she could dig in. Like she needed his permission. But, she also felt yelling at him now wasn't going to do much good. He usually tuned her out when she was yelling. She could see that look on his face, he just wanted to get it over with, and that wouldn't do. She wanted him to know this was serious. She heaved a big sigh before she began, keeping her voice even, and at a reasonable level.
"I'm not going to yell at you. As it's ineffective and you never listen to me anyway and do whatever you damn well please. I just want you to think, really think, about why we do this. Why we put our lives on the line. People trust us. People like us and let us do this. The police and the government let us get away with this. Why? Because we don't do shit like what you did tonight. Because we don't blur the line between personal and professional. You went off the deep end, John. You weren't a hero tonight, you were a father. And this tenuous trust the public has with us is fragile. You didn't just put Barby in a horrible position. You put all of us in front of the firing squad. Every. Single. Hero. If I hadn't gotten there when I did, we would have a massive, massive problem. And I think you should take a break. Be a dad. Be with your little girl and hold her tight. Because there are fathers out there who don't have that luxury."
She was silent for a few moments, wondering if she'd said anything that actually sunk in. Both of them could be incredibly stubborn when they wanted to be. And she also knew he was still going to try and finish this case. The words "pry it from my cold dead fingers" seemed like something he would say. But she'd still try. Even if she had to get dad to lock him out of his own computer and Thomas work on it without him.
"I'm also going to have to tell the League. This is serious. I don't know who that guy was, but I'm sure we're going to find out soon enough. And we're going to need to figure out how to handle all this."
Peeling off her mask, she rested her arms on the back of the chair and remained silent, even after he had said she could dig in. Like she needed his permission. But, she also felt yelling at him now wasn't going to do much good. He usually tuned her out when she was yelling. She could see that look on his face, he just wanted to get it over with, and that wouldn't do. She wanted him to know this was serious. She heaved a big sigh before she began, keeping her voice even, and at a reasonable level.
"I'm not going to yell at you. As it's ineffective and you never listen to me anyway and do whatever you damn well please. I just want you to think, really think, about why we do this. Why we put our lives on the line. People trust us. People like us and let us do this. The police and the government let us get away with this. Why? Because we don't do shit like what you did tonight. Because we don't blur the line between personal and professional. You went off the deep end, John. You weren't a hero tonight, you were a father. And this tenuous trust the public has with us is fragile. You didn't just put Barby in a horrible position. You put all of us in front of the firing squad. Every. Single. Hero. If I hadn't gotten there when I did, we would have a massive, massive problem. And I think you should take a break. Be a dad. Be with your little girl and hold her tight. Because there are fathers out there who don't have that luxury."
She was silent for a few moments, wondering if she'd said anything that actually sunk in. Both of them could be incredibly stubborn when they wanted to be. And she also knew he was still going to try and finish this case. The words "pry it from my cold dead fingers" seemed like something he would say. But she'd still try. Even if she had to get dad to lock him out of his own computer and Thomas work on it without him.
"I'm also going to have to tell the League. This is serious. I don't know who that guy was, but I'm sure we're going to find out soon enough. And we're going to need to figure out how to handle all this."
