*Record scratch* So you're probably wondering how I got here right? Well I was pretty careless recently and it may or may not have led to my demise, but do not fret there is a sprinkle of good news, I Dinah Lance have returned as a ghost. That’s right a regular old thump in the night spook. I won’t keep you waiting much longer, so without further ado here is how I well died, featuring great comintarry from me, I seem to have gained an almost Oliver sense of humor since my death. The night air was stagnant as Dinah Lance pulled up to one of the many condemned buildings. (Why are there so many damn condemned buildings? Does no one in Gotham care about standards?) The usual mob business, she should have alerted the Birds to where she was going but instead she went alone. The mob was personal to Helena and Dinah wanted to keep her out of it. It wasn’t a bomb or a nuclear chemical nothing ridiculas like that, it was just moving merchandise, probably drugs. Dinah took her motorcycle helmet off and placed it on the seat leaving the bike in a shadow cast by a neighboring building. Drug busts were fairly simple now a days, she was used to the crazy, the superpowered, or the chemically enhanced. (pretty ironic how a regular old crooks the one that finally got me.) She moved silently through the streets checking all sides for any armed men. Finally as she got in hearing distance she could see two large men with guns. “I was starting to wonder if I had the right place.” She muttered to herself crouching behind one of the parked semi trucks. (Good job Dinah, talk to yourself that’s really stealthy genius) The man that was probably the leader stepped into view, with him were four more guards all carrying at least one gun. The man wore a plain black suit and his sandy blonde hair hung loosely around his face. “He’s not the real leader, probably a son.” Dinah pondered waiting a moment until their attention was on a large crate being loaded. (Here’s where I get real dumb, looking back I probably should have thought this out a little more) Quickly she darted out of her hiding spot, no longer caring about noise she spoke. “You boys got a complaint about noise control.” cont.