Mood:  irritated

A "Thumbnail" Version of Black Canary #4

Dinah: You awful awful man!

Assassin: Yes! That nine-year-old girl was the only chance at competent leadership we'll ever get! How could you?

Dinah: GRATUITOUS CANARY CRY!

Merlyn: I'm theoretically the bad guy in this story, but I don't really do much except kill some random extras in this one.

Assassin: We are having a conversation, even though we should be deaf, with our ears bleeding.

Dinah: Well, this book is called "Black Canary" so I suppose I should kick some ass about now.

Merlyn: GRR!

Dinah: Hul - er, DINAH SMASH!

Merlyn: Bwa ha ha! Piano wired'ed!

Dinah: Even though I theoretically can't breathe, I can still make noise with my vocal cords. Are my powers awesome or what?

Dinah: And now for some more whupass. Grr! Kill!

Ollie: No! You'll be just like Wonder Woman and everyone will hate you!

Dinah: Dammit!

**later*

Dinah: I hate all men forever! Maybe I should switch to busty redheads....

Ollie: Here, I brought you some clunky plot exposition.

Sin: (in letter) Dear Sister: Mr. Ollie's plan was not as stupid as you thought. It was still stupid, and could have gone wrong in a million ways where I still could have ended up dead, but it just wasn't stupid as you thought. Good thing none of those assassins thought to look over the other side of the boat or out the window, huh? Now, on the other hand, how me being saved by a wire on my arm didn't cause my wrist to shatter into complete uselessness, I have no idea. Guess I really am badass, huh? And now I will live with some badass but very nice monks, so the comic book writers will never have to deal with the awkwardness of you having the responsibility of raising a child and being a superhero.

Dinah: Yay! The kid baggage is gone! I mean, Ollie, you're still an idiotic bastard, but at least you're not a selfish bastard! Let's get married!