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Infinite DC - Birds of Prey: Dark	By : Xygrej Category: DC Verse Comics > Birds Of Prey Views: 5629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Birds of Prey, nor any of the characters from it. Birds of Prey and all related characters belong to DC Comics as do all characters included in this story. I do not own any of them, nor do I profit from this story in any way.

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Dinah harrumphed, looking over the damage to her motorcycle. As if crashing into a pool wasn't bad enough, that demonic asshole Jared had banged it up a bit, then threw it out of the pool, sending it tumbling across concrete. The dents and dings could be fixed easily enough, but both tires, the engine, and pretty much all of the wiring would have to be replaced. At this point, it was officially cheaper to go out and buy a new one, not that she had the money for either option. She COULD ask Huntress or Batwoman to spare some change, but that was a last option only, and she was NOT looking forward to the possibility of having to pay either of them back.
"Hey, Rach?!" the blonde-haired bombshell called over her shoulder out of her garage. "Just so you know, your brother's a bastard!"
"Well, technically, none of our mothers were ever married to Trigon!" Raven called back from Dinah's bathroom. "Anyway, I'm getting in the shower, don't run any water!"
Dinah sighed, looking back to her once-glorious bike. "Don't worry, wouldn't do any good to wash it right now anyway."
Black Canary turned and walked out of the garage in her basement-level apartment. It wasn't so bad. Plenty of living space for a single person, only a few other apartments above her, and the only time she ever had to see any of them was while sharing a laundry room. Unfortunately, as Raven had nowhere else to go, that meant the second generation superheroine now had a room-mate to share her single bedroom apartment with. After all, Helena and Batwoman lived in their own locations that they kept secret, and The Attic was currently occupied by Dinah's old college friend, Barbara, who had managed to impress the Dark Knightess enough with her computer hacking skills to let her improve their tech. So it wasn't like Rachel had anywhere else to stay, or that Dinah could just turn down the poor girl, could she?
Sometimes, I REALLY hate being a good, selfless person, Dinah groaned inwardly, plopping down on the couch as she heard the water running, Rachel clearly having her shower. Can't even be someone hot and closer to my age, like a girlfriend or something, no no, I'm officially in 'Big Sis' mode now. Still, at least she cleans up after herself, and is relatively nice.
"Oh, dammit, I forgot to get a towel!" Raven cursed. "Where are they again?"
"In the closet just across from the bathroom!" Black Canary replied. "Hang on, I'll bring one i-"
"NO, that's okay!" Rachel quickly shouted, shocking Dinah slightly, watching as the closet door opened and a towel levitated to the bathroom. "Don't mind me, I'm perfectly fine!"
Black Canary sighed, leaning back in the couch. Granted, a bit too withdrawn and shy for my tastes. And the telepathy and magic are just downright weird sometimes...
Dinah gave her head a little shake, switching the TV on to see if there was anything good on. After flipping through what few channels she had, she finally decided on a documentary that was being done on Wonder Woman, her time operating as a superheroine in America, her work with Superman and Batman, if she was really from an island of warrior women, and so on. Black Canary smirked as she made a mental note to suggest to Batwoman about asking the Amazon Warrior Princess to join their little group. After all, the more the merrier, right?

Batwoman frowned as she looked through her binoculars out the window of The Attic at the harbour. There was still no sign of the people she had come to deal with in the first place, and she'd kept a constant vigil over the harbour, so she couldn't have missed them. Still, that wasn't the reason for her frown. Not the whole reason, anyway.
In truth, the Dark Knightess was having second thoughts to agreeing to this 'Birds of Prey' team idea. It wasn't even so much the fact that she was working with three other superheroines when she was used to working alone that bothered her. Well, not really, anyway. Black Canary was a bit too forceful in combat, but seemed a kind and gentle woman outside it. Huntress was sarcastic and could get under her skin in a hurry, but she tended to be a professional in the field. Raven was a complete mystery and was tied to the source of their greatest woes, but was ultimately a good person to be around. Still, there was one part of this arrangement that'd she'd agreed to that was now causing her a fair bit of grief.
"Wow, it's amazing how much work you get out of such a small access to Platinum Flats' computer network," Barbara Gordon commented from the computer desk. "You do realise that you don't need to look through those binoculars to watch the harbour, right? I could hack the security cameras and have real-time copies of their digital feed available to you from now until pigs fly."
Batwoman fought back the urge to growl. Barbara Gordon, also known as the computer hacker and tech wizard Oracle, had broken into her headquarters with humiliating levels of ease, and was now going about upgrading her systems in ways that she had never dreamed possible. That stung a bit for her, as she had once prided herself for being able to make something of the EXTREMELY primitive technology available in The Attic when she'd 'acquired' it. And she knew that Oracle meant well, but every time Babs, as Dinah liked to call her from their apparent time as best friends in college, found ways to improve what she'd once considered effective and state of the art crime-fighting technology, she couldn't help but feel insulted.
"Anyway, I figure I can pretty much have you plugged into anything online in the whole city in less than a week," Oracle went on. "Crooks won't be able to come anywhere near a bank without you knowing about it."
"Well, feel free to get on it," Batwoman replied.
Babs shrugged. "Whatever you say, Kate."
Batwoman's eyes widened as she spun around to face Oracle, who simply cocked an eyebrow her way. "What? Everyone else in the team is open with each other about their secret identities."
Katherine sighed hard. "The others aren't billionaire bachelorettes, and how the hell did you even know that in the first place?"
"Please, there isn't a superhero or masked vigilante in the US that I don't know their secret identity," Oracle answered. "Superman, Green Arrow, Batman..."
Batwoman blinked, stunned for a moment. "...You know Batman's secret identity?"
"Yes, but I've been sworn to secrecy on that one, as I can do for you if you really want," Barbara responded. "I WILL say, though, given who you are and your issues with each other, it's HILARIOUS."
Kate groaned, turning back to the window. Well, this will be a fun night. God, what I wouldn't give for a robbery-in-progress right now.

Huntress knelt down, perched on a rooftop overlooking a museum loading dock. Much as she hated to admit it, she missed the gargoyles that were on most Gotham City buildings. At least they granted better cover, and because they were so creepy looking, most criminals, being the superstitious and cowardly lot that they were, chose not to peek up at them. And, on a night like tonight, she could use them.
Peering down, Helena watched as three figures in brown cloaks ran to the loading dock. Pulling out some kind of device, one of them managed to override the security lock on the steel door, opening it slowly. Seeing this as her cue, Huntress fired an arrow on a line to hook onto the museum wall and slid down it, dropping off at just the right point and angle to dropkick one of the three as they were entering, the other two turning to face the Violet Archer.
"Trust me, this was NOT a nice night for a robbery," Huntress declared with a smirk, aiming her crossbow. "You'll wanna give up now."
Helena barely managed to leap over as the one she thought she'd knocked out swiped at her, revealing golden gauntlets with sharp claws at the end of their fingers. Her eyes widened as she remembered where she'd last seen something like that, and quickly flipped over the individual, hooking an arrow under their hood to pull it back, revealing an African-American woman wearing white tribal face paint and a red head-dress with different animal bones dangling from it.
"Qandisa!" Huntress exclaimed, then looked to the other two cloaked figures. "Which would make you two Ngai and Shango, the wives of Lion-Mane!"
"So, you remember us," Qandisa remarked as the others pulled their hoods down.
"I remember shutting down your operations in Gotham almost a year ago," Huntress replied. "You'd think a trio of ladies as smart as you would know better than to try this kind of stunt AGAIN."
"You remember wrong," Ngai, the woman with a pink mask and grass head-dress, shot back. "It was Batman who temporarily defeated us, you were simply along for the ride."
Huntress smirked. "Really? That broken nose of yours says otherwise."
"In any event," Shango, the woman wearing fancy jewellery, cut in, "it matters little. You can't take us all alone, and we WILL rob this museum of its treasures for Lord Lion-Mane."
The Violet Archer tilted her head. "Funny, I thought he was in jail. Possibly a zoo."
The loud thud that followed this sentence made Huntress immediately regret saying it, as well as coming in alone. Sure enough, as Hel turned around, there stood the monstrous criminal, possessing the upper torso of a were-lion, and the lower body of a lion. He had black tribal paint across his more human-like half. His fangs were bared as he growled at Huntress, his eyes clear in their hungry, murderous intent.
Huntress chuckled nervously, clutching her crossbow. "So, um, three wives, huh? Wow, you really DO get a lot of pussy, don't ya-"
"RRROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRR!" Lion-Mane roared, the mere force of which sent Huntress sailing across the loading dock and crashing through a nearby crate of unpackaged goods. He growled at the fallen heroine, his brides coming immediately to his side, rubbing up to him affectionately.
"Oww..." Helena moaned, digging out a small round device from her belt adorned with the emblem of a blackbird. "Okay, time to call for help."

Raven sighed, drying off her hair as she sat on the edge of Dinah's bed in her purple sleep pants and black tank top. She hated imposing like this, but she had nowhere else to go. It meant a lot to her that Di was nice enough to allow her to stay, practically treating her like a little sister from out of town coming to stay for a while. Still, letting her sleep in the bed while she took the couch was just wrong, as was letting her borrow her clothes. Well, what ones that fit anyway. And on top of that, Rachel just hated the fact that, half-human she might be, she was also half-demon, and there were some things about herself that she couldn't share with Dinah. She'd think she was a freak or worse.
"Hey, Rach?" the blonde in the living room called. "You feel like pizza and a movie? I've got a couple of pre-made ones in the fridge."
Just as Rachel was contemplating it, a loud beeping interrupted. Reaching a hand out, she levitated a circular device into her hand, the blackbird emblem flashing violet as the device continued beeping. Realising what this meant, Rachel called out her raven familiar, enveloping herself in it, before it faded away, leaving her in her costume as she stepped out into the living room.
"Pizza and movie night will have to wait!" Raven declared. "Huntress is in trouble!"

AUTHOR'S NOTES: So, I thought I'd do a short arc that's more about the Birds gelling together more as a group, while also dealing with a criminal with supernatural abilities. I picked Lion-Mane because I'd read that the Earth 2 version once fought that world's Huntress, and the New 52 version had three warrior brides that worked for him, thus making a fight between him and the BoP 4-on-4. Plus, his newer incarnation just looks menacing as all heck. We'll get more into his deal later on.
As for Barbara, she's basically just starting to be Oracle, but she's clearly already a VERY gifted hacker. She and Dinah know each other from college, and are good friends. As for whether she was ever Batgirl or not, I'll get into that in a bit, but for now, it's obvious she at one point worked with Batman in some capacity. I will also make clear that she is in the wheelchair following the events of Killing Joke, albeit somewhat altered, and again, I will explain the differences later.
Also, for anybody that's disappointed that there hasn't been any sex in this fic as of yet, don't worry, the tags in the description are not a ruse. There ARE sex scenes coming up in the future, at least two that I have planned, so just be patient for now.
Anyway, check back in next time as the Birds of Prey take on Lion-Mane and his wives in a 4-on-4 brawl. Ja né!
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