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Dinah comes up from the garage, wiping grease off her hands onto a rag, which she leaves with the bar in exchange for an egg cream. It's not really a fair trade.

She's dressed for shop work: hair pulled back from her face, dirty jeans and a Green Lantern T-shirt that's stained from where she's wiped her hands as she went.

Go on, ask her if she can recite the oath.

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There's a lot that can happen in that length of time. Possibly even too much.

"Tisk. Tisk," she says, "I guess it's just hands on instruction then."

Hands on, fists on, pretty much the same thing right?

"Pretty much," Dinah agrees. "I don't learn anything unless I'm doing it for myself."

Like beating the crap out of people, for example.

"That explains so much."

"You know other-me quite well, huh?"

"She does some of the hand to hand training," says Artemis, "Mostly non-powered stuff. Plus she's got a psych degree or something. I haven't looked into that."

'It's good enough for Batman,' isn't what most sane people would consider a recommendation for anything involving mental health, but that's a problem for sane people.

"I can see me doing the former," Dinah says slowly. "Never thought of myself as a psychologist."

That would require college.

And she would never suggest 'good enough for Batman' was a way to live your life.

It does form an extreme point to cut off your paranoia, but there are limits to how much you can relax without superpowers.

Artemis shrugs. "I'm not even sure other you is even another you," she says, "And there's no way I'm asking for civilian identities from the League to check that."

Dinah grins. "Yeah, that would be a problem," she agrees. "But I can tell you, I'm gonna be pissed if someone else took that name."

That's her Mom's.

That conversation is just looming in potential between Helena and Artemis.

"Yeah. I don't know what I would do if something like that happened to me."

Rant with dramatic gestures maybe.

"That depends if it's another hero or a Goddess, right?"

"I've had the last one happen already. Here I mean."

No one was transformed into anything! Artemis's grasp of Greek myth calls this a win.

"It was... vaguely awkward."

"Well, you do have the excuse of it being your name," Dinah says. "Lots of people are named after gods."

"And most of them never meet," counters Artemis, "But being able to blame Dad is convenient if nothing else."

"When in doubt, blame your parents," Dinah agrees. "It gets me through a lot."

Artemis snorts. That goes on the list of things she never expected to hear from any color of Canary.

"That is a terrible plan for a whole host of reasons I'm not going to go into."

"Alright," Dinah says easily. "I won't ask."

She has some sense, after all.

"Thanks."

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