Kicking at the ground and invisible rocks there as she scoffed at his concern, Dinah shook her head lightly. She knew there were certain risks involved being anywhere near him, let alone being involved. But she already hid and compartmentalized so much of her life, she didn't want to have to do that with this too. Granted this was both less and more complicated than any sort of "thing" she'd ever had before. He knew about both sides of her, but his activities were also something she actively opposed. Not to mention the massive lecture she'd get from her family.

Then, of course, was the obvious enemies one made when being a criminal. She knew that's what he'd be worried about if they were seen together. Were she in his shoes, she'd worry about the same thing, but she knew she was a hard target. She had purposefully made herself such. Dinah sighed, tabling her objections for later. She hoped her rather overt display of disagreement with his statement got her objection across.

She perked up some when he motioned to the diner, matching his grin as she walked inside. "Are they really secret or do you just have multiple personalities?" She held up two fingers at the server as they walked in and she grabbed two menus before leading them to a table. Dinah slid into one side of the booth, picking up the menu before putting it down almost immediately after. She knew what she wanted. There was really only one thing to order at the Gotham Diner.

"So, what kind of failed plans are we coming up with today? Some elaborate scheme involving an ocelot, a fake country music start and some pliers? Or will this fall under the memorable date category? Could be both really." She smiled mischievously at him.

The sigh and the rest of her body language made Owen shut up. Dinah was clearly telling him that they would discuss it later. Or probably never again. It was rather apparent that she didn't care about the risks. He knew she could take care of herself, but the people that Owen surrounded himself with were not the best. Some were downright scary. Owen just didn't want to expose Dinah to that kind of thing. He shook his head and laughed to himself. She wore a costume and ran around on rooftops too. She was part of that life.

"Later, then." He said in reply to the unspoken words.

Owen let out a snort and laughed. "Multiple personalities? That kind of thing only happens in comic books and soap operas. I just like to change things up. Besides, you got a kick out of John Wayne." The man made a pretense of looking at the menu and then set it down as well. The two of them had been ordering the same things for a long time. No sense in changing it up now.

"When you put it like that, you make my life sound like an episode of Archer. I always preferred to think of myself as more the Ferris Bueller type. I have never been on a rampage in my life. Except that one time in high school. But those wrestlers had it coming. You were there." He shrugged, nervously. "Okay, admittedly, I might have been on something at the time. Or drunk. I don't really remember what happened at that party."

When the waitress came over, Owen ordered his usual from back in the day. A pair of hotdogs, "all the way", and a plate of fries with gravy. His stomach was still doing strange things. He wanted to chalk it up to the fear toxins in his system, but he almost felt like they were on a first date all over again. That was ridiculous though. The two of them had been together on several occasions and neither of them was 'dating' the other. That was just silly. Wasn't it?

"I get a kick out everyone keeping a straight face when you tell them your name is John Wayne. And no one has yet to crack a joke about it. No one has called you the Duke yet and it's slightly infuriating." Smiling behind the rim of her coffee cup, Dinah watched Owen with some interest, feeling a small pang of nostalgia sitting there in the booth. Many a day had been wasted here, with songwriting and plans full of delusions of grandeur, it was interesting to see where they both had landed. Bittersweet, perhaps, but interesting. It made her feel almost like a teenager again, a nervous, slightly hungover teenager.

"Oh, I think your current life is exactly like an episode of Archer. You've got the ex-girlfriend you still have crazy sex with, a back up team of some questionable yet entertaining people, and you crash parties in a tux. You do not call in sick or get on a parade float and do a musical number though I would definitely pay to see that." She mused, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand, wondering, briefly, about him on a parade float, singing. It was highly amusing and it showed on her face.

"You still order like you're a nineteen year old and have the metabolism of one." Dinah laughed, and then proceeded to order double chocolate chip pancakes, with extra whipped cream, chocolate syrup, bananas and strawberries. Then she put her forehead down on the table and stretched her arms across it, gripping the edge of the other side, not really caring about Owen's personal space. She rolled her shoulders a bit, feeling the stretch in her neck and along her shoulder blades.

"My nutritionist would kill me if he knew. But he doesn't, so take that Steve! I'm getting all the sugar I want! And yes..." she pulled her arms back across the table and tucked them under her chin as she looked at Owen tiredly. "I have a nutritionist. Don't laugh. Otherwise I'd just be eating Twinkies, Ho-Ho's and Tastykakes." She smiled at him, only slightly regretting the "memorable date" comment as the more she thought about it, the more it seemed that's what this was starting to feel like. She'd been on plenty of dates before, but none of them were this relaxed. She also handed done everything completely backwards and slept with them first. Though, it could be argued that they had dated before. It was all so needlessly complicated that she just decided not to think about it, event though she felt something weird, besides the massive aftereffects of having ingested that much fear toxin.

"Can't remember if I said it before, but...thanks, for saving my bacon. Going to have to send a hazmat team in there to clean it up, but I'm glad it was me who found it and not some poor contractor or worse, someone who'd use it. Also, I suppose it wouldn't be an absolutely horrible idea to look into a full face mask." She was sure her brother and father would be delighted at this change, as they had been after her for years to do so. But then that would mean explaining what happened and she wasn't sure she wanted to do that yet.

"Maybe you could make something?" she asked before she even realized it then hid her head in her arms to mask the shock at her own temerity. What the hell, Dinah Mary Grayson? What the hell was that?

"I only used it because I wanted you to know that I was using a fake name." Owen smiled at the references.
"You know, my kids call me Eastwood. I have a hard time keeping a straight face. Aaron says it's because I acted like Dirty Harry while saving him one time. Mallory just keeps it up because she thinks its funny."

As Dinah explained to Owen how his life was an episode of Archer, he just sighed and nodded. "You're not exaggerating." His motley crew was rather comedic at times. It made a lot of sense. And of course there was the rather crazy sex he was having with his ex-girlfriend. "Oh, God. I am Stirling Archer. I never even considered it. But... you don't know that I didn't do a musical number on a float. I could have."

Owen took a sip of his soda, the pounding in his head slowly subsiding. He laughed at the comment about eating like he was 19. "Well, you know, I have to keep my calorie count up when I'm running around saving cute redheads from danger. That's how I keep this rather lovely figure after all. Criminal empires are built on chili dogs and gravy fries." Dinah leaned across the table to stretch, and Owen's hands reflexively moved and started massaging her shoulders while she stretched, absently kissing the top of her head. "My God. You're all tight. Look at that. It's like a solid wall of tension."

There was a pause as Dinah talked about her nutritionist. "I'm sorry. You have a what? Since when do you need one of those. You haven't even needed one since you were doing gymnastics training. I can't believe that you'd let someone tell you, of all people, what to do." He gave her a lopsided grin. "Rock stars, man. They just live a different life from the rest of us. I'm lucky if I remember to eat and you have someone telling you what to eat."

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad that I saved you. I'd do that any day of the week. I'm just glad you lived through it. Thanks for... you know. Not dying."

That admission was hard for him to make. He swallowed and took another sip of the cola. His gears changed at the request that Dinah made. Dinah had asked for a full face mask. Owen's hangover was momentarily forgotten as he pulled out a pen and started drawing on a napkin. His face lit up as he doodled. "Yeah. I can make you something. I've got some ideas already. I can pull something together in a couple of weeks. It will be amazing. I'm excited."

His kids. That's right his little protégés. She thought it funny he had them now, but she kinda found it endearing. Meant he wasn't so alone anymore. "Right, Mallory. The one you bribe with my concert tickets. Aaron sounds like a handful too. Picking up all you bad habits?" Dinah groaned as his hands went to her shoulders, massaging the knotted muscles that made up her shoulders and neck. It reminded her she probably had to schedule a massage. Or a break. A vacation actually sounded nice. She snorted at Owen's crack about criminal empires being built on chili dogs and gravy fries. She wouldn't put it past him to only eat that every chance he got. Though if his schedule was anything like hers, it probably wasn't very often.

"Correction. I have a person telling me when to eat, and suggesting what I eat. I have that traditional family lifestyle of sleep when I can, because my day job is running a music empire and my night job is trying to dismantle your carefully crafted chili dog empire. Last thing on my mind is eating." She reached for her coffee, her head flopping over onto one arm while she let the warmth seep into her hands from the coffee. She watched him with a fond smile as he got excited over her request. She could see through the flurry of activity as soon as he put pen to paper napkin, he was chalk full of ideas.

"I think you'd really do well working for Lucius," she mumbled, her words slightly muffled as her cheek was pressed into her arm. She meant it though. If he was this excited making something for her, R&D would be happy to have him. Then the food arrived and she sat up, pulling her coffee with her as the mountain of pancakes were dropped in front of her. "He still asks about you sometimes. You left quite an impression."

"That's the one. I'm trying to make sure she gets an education. I'd try the same with the kid, but I'm fairly sure that he's just a genius level intellect that doesn't apply himself. I'm trying to keep him from picking up any of my bad habits. He keeps enough of his own. I'm just teaching him basic self defense and how to better use his talents for design. Ideally, I'd like to get them both to get out of this business. I would rather they make something of themselves. I've seen what this job does for costumed vigilantes and villains. People get hurt or worse."

He could feel the knots under his fingers, when he was massaging her. Dinah's body was about as tense as his own. He imagined it probably didn't do her any good to sleep the little she did and run constantly. "You need a vacation." He said it simply. He did his running and things, but even he could take a day off. He didn't have that same dedication that the bat clan did. He ran his empire but still knew when to relax when he could.

"I've never needed anyone to tell me when to eat. I just make sure that I do that when I remember to." He spoke as he continued scribbling on paper. He grabbed a second napkin, where he started to make a list next to the sketch of the various things he'd need to make the project for her. "Lightweight and bullet proof. Something to protect the head. Maybe something using nano composites. I think maybe I can get those through a third party broker. I'm going to have to ask around for that." He looked up at the comment about Lucius. "I'm not much for a real job. C'mon. Do I look like the kind to do a straight job?"

A grin crossed his lips. "The Lucius Fox asks about me? Really?"