Rough Night

lifeinpolaroid@gmail.com — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 17:26:30 GMT

Dinah Lance hated computers. It wasn't the run-of-the-mill "gotta love technology" frustration frequently uttered by cubicle cattle and students. Dinah's hatred of computers was almost pathological. She couldn't use them, didn't own them, wasn't ever going to touch them. She was even extremely wary of the so-called smartphone that Babs had given her only relenting because Barbara had made a damn good point about visual intel. She'd hated that, too, but she took the phone. Too bad it had gotten smashed when Dinah laid down her bike in a narrow escape. Yes, computers and anything remotely like them were just bad. Which was what made the evening's patrol something of a nightmare.

The call had come across the police scanner that there was a break in at 8231 Fifth, smack in a shopping district. Realizing that she was closer than the fuzz, she sped there on her bike and went right about going after the crooks. It was only as she got into the store room that she realized she had responded to a break in at the Apple Store.

The would-be thieves suffered for that.

Back home, Dinah was still full of aggression and irritation. She headed straight for the gym, relieved that Ollie wasn't using it because she really didn't want to have to deal with him taunting her about her dislike of technology. Dinah started to punch and kick at the bag, muttering everything she hated about stupid computes.

She had, however, kind of enjoyed hitting the one guy with a stolen iPad. That had been fun.

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Rough Night