“Let us just say people are messing with the family business and I don’t tolerate anyone who messes with my family.” Dinah replied. She was often the one to keep things on the inside and release her frustrations with punching. Dinah nodded slowly after letting the information sink in. “You know it probably won’t go that way, right?” Dinah warned him gently, seeing how the situation was more complicated than usual. “Can’t be any worse right?”
“You know the Bat’s only good for throwing chumps in prison…” Rick muttered, unaware if he was crossing some sort of invisible line by making such a comment. “he wont take care of a threat. Not the way we can.” His eyes softened, but his shoulders seemed to brace out of some semblance of anger–a reaction stemmed from the fear Rick felt. Weakness often came out in the form of fury, rage, desperation, but the mans words and tone didn’t reflect the language his body impulsively gave off. “… You don’t sign her off.” Flag said, his deep voice lower than before, serious. “This is a human life… and she deserves a goddamn shot. Don’t sign her off, Lance.” Frowning, gaining composure, he finishes with a somber, “I would do the same for you. No matter the risk… ‘cause it ain’t about me. Nothing is about me. Y’all deserve a chance.”