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Gun Play [Closed]

Who: Diana and Hit Girl
Where: Sensoriums
Summary: Hit Girl teaches Diana the finer points of hurting someone.
Warnings: Flirtation and violence (on imaginary people).

While Mindy was normally not big on doing things that distracted from her duties and her alter ego, Diana had mentioned that she was interested in learning how to shoot a gun, and she couldn't blame her. With all that was going on in the ship, from the Ohm to the Daligig to general unrest, not having the basic idea how to defend yourself was as good as painting a bulls eye on your back. So she mentioned that if Diana wanted to meet in the Sensorium at a certain time, there'd be someone who would show her how to fire properly.

Was it a risk? Yeah. She didn't like the idea of getting close enough to someone that they knew her alter ego. It was bad enough Diana was a terrible flirt, but worse that she wasn't so sure she could keep a secret. On the other hand, if Howard could, and they were from the same place, why not her (hopefully)? Besides, Diana was her cook and, to a certain extent, a friend. It would be a good idea that she make sure nothing happen to her.

So she waited, barrier jacket and all, for her waitress to come through the Sensorium.

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It had been creeping up on Diana for a while.

It was just little thing she’d noticed at first, she’d never really been one for sports so it hadn’t come up before. But every so often, she noted how her aim seemed to be better than she’d ever given it credit before. Nothing amazing. She couldn’t go around shooting balls through hoops ten times in a row or hitting targets at hundred meters, but things she threw or fired seemed to go in the general direction she wanted. Mainly throwing. The only shooting she’d done was with that flare gun.

After seeing Howard stringed up infront of the crew, she’d realized that no matter what way she worked, if they picked her out, there was little she could do about it. Her securities always had a chance of crumbling, even the most solid seeming, as she’d learnt soon before waking up on this crazy space station.

Diana needed her own defence. Something to add to her arsenal of survival skills. At some point, her wicked tongue wouldn’t be able to save her, she’d need a backup plan. That’s what the shooting would be for.

Technically, she supposed she should be wary of guns, she didn’t want to turn into to Drake afterall, but then, Drake had been twisted before he’d gotten the gun. And other kid’s in FAYZ had gotten ahold of guns and not gone totally batshit. Besides, Drake took more pleasure out of that tentacle than any gun he had.

And Diana wasn’t going to be stupid. Going out and buying a gun would more than likely result in her shooting off her own foot, beginners luck or not. So, going on a hunch, she’d mentioned it to Mindy. And, like she knew it would, it had paid off.

She walked in, confident as usual, clothes casual but complimentary as they always seemed to be on Diana. She saw Hit Girl and couldn’t resist, smirking she went over to greet other girl. “My god, aren’t you just adorable?”

Hit Girl waited, and Diana finally arrived...and made one of the worst first impressions ever. Yes, obviously she didn't see herself as separate from herself as Mindy THAT bad, but she didn't know that.

"You really know how to put your best foot forward, don't you?" Hit Girl looked impassive. "Look you, I'm not Yoda to gush over and I'm not here to fuck around. You want to learn how to shoot a gun or not?"

This just seemed to amuse Diana even more. “Of course you’re not Yoda, and thank God, because he couldn’t pull off anything like you, cutie.” It appeared that teasing was just part of her biological programming.

But finally, she nodded. “That’s why I’m here.”

"He was a fucking Jedi master, and shitty as the sequels were, when he went against Darth Sidi...nevermind!" Fuck, her geek was showing. "Anyway, enough of this cutie shit. We have training to do."

She looked into the distance. "So how do you want to do this? Real targets or REAL targets?"

Now Diana looked of the verge of letting out a small laugh at Hit Girls little nerd rant. "I was talking about how adorable you look."

She raised an eyebrow. "Just the normal kind of targets if that's okay with you. I'm mostly here to make sure I don't end up shooting the wrong person in the face or blowing my own cheek off because I forgot to put on the safety before putting the gun in my pocket." Diana gave her own nicely curved backside a demonstrative pat.

"We're not here to talk about...look, focus, will you? I'm not teaching you something you take lightly, all right? I have lots of shit to do with my time, and Mindy specifically wanted me to train you in this. So be serious or I'm calling it off. In case you haven't noticed, there's a lot of shit happening around here, and I should be training myself."

Of course she was doing that. Sheesh. Ignoring the obvious come on, she closed her eyes and they were at a firing range. "Ok, there's a target. Show me what you got."

Diana's eyebrows raised way up when Hit Girl referred to Mindy as a separate person. Oh dear. She very much hoped she'd not picked someone balancing on the edge of insanity to teach her about firearms.

"Right, well, tell 'Mindy' thanks. As for being serious, I'll do my best, but that's all I can promise."

She looked at the targets, then back at her instructor. "Was it bring your own gun? Because, I didn't." She showed Hit Girl her empty palm. Of course, Diana knew very little about guns so had no idea what to think up in order to create one here.

Oh great. She worked with Diana long enough that she knew it was her, didn't she? No wonder she was doing this stupid flirtation thing. Damn did this piss her off! Diana just fucking existed to cause her goddamn problems!

She sighed. "Look...fine. I get it. You know its me." She took off her mask. "Ok, I moonlight as Hit Girl for my own reasons. I guess I can't even pretend I'm not another person. But knock off the banter already. I seriously am concerned about this. After what happened with Howard I don't want anything happening to you. It's important you know this shit."

She brought out a small pistol for her. "No, I have that for you. Just take aim and show me what you know."

"Oh, thank God, because for a second there I thought I was about to have someone with a Split Personality Disorder wave a gun around me."

She shrugged to show her indifference. "You want moonlight, you go ahead, cutie. You could be a sexy sassy Robin for all I care so long as I still have a job afterwards."

Diana smiled and gave Hit Girl a stroke along her cheek with a slender finger. "Thanks for the concern though, it makes me happy to know you care, really."

She winked before taking the gun. Not really knwoing the correct hold or anything, she held it in whatever way felt the most comfortable and pointed it towards the target. Taking a moment to aim, she pulled the trigger. It was by no means a perfect shot but it was better than was to be expected. Instead of randomily hitting the scenery, Diana's bullet managed to embed itself on the last outer ring of the target.

Unfortunatey, the recoil shot down her arms, jerking her and causing a spark of pain in her still recovering shoulder. "Ow." She said, in a mildy annoyed sort of way.

"It's complicated," she said. "Where I'm from, I'm supposed to have my later ego for a reason. If I get found out, they go for family, all right. Granted, it isn't an issue anymore."

Which sucked. Hard. And that was all she'd say about that.

"I'm not a robin...well, maybe a Jason Todd Robin at best, even though there's a Tim Drake one here. I know him."

But enough of that.

"Yeah well, I don't like the idea of you dying. Just no."

She watched the spectacle carefully, the way she held the gun, the way she shot and the way she held herself.

"Steady your stance: shift to your right leg, put more strength in your forearms. You can't just take a shot without keeping a good stance."

"Whatever you say." She stored all that information Hit Girl had let slip and concentrated on the gun.

Diana gave Hit Girl a bemused look and tried again, she managed to shift to her right leg but she had no idea what 'more strength in your forearms' meant so she just locked her elbows and hoped for the best.

Clearly, this had not been a good idea. Again, her shot hit the outer ring so at least her aim was consistent and not pure luck but now the recoil was worse than before.

She waited, watching. Yes, Diana knew her identity, and she was evaluating exactly how much that mattered. she didn't want to think about threatening her: she was her waitress, and seriously, it was Diana. That would just be weird.

"No, dude, look. You have to think of yourself as a pyramid stance: arms out, legs steady, locked. You can adjust your stance, but you have to keep yourself steady."

She demonstrated. "Try again."

Diana caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she concentrated. She slowly went through all the motions Hit Girl had told her then raised the gun up for another shot. Her movements were mechanical but effective, as this time the bullet got itself stuck in the next ring in.

Hit Girl watched her, saw how she aimed the gun and how it made its mark.

"Good," she said, "That was a lot better. You have a better stance, and so you;re taking better aim. Try experimenting."

"Thanks cutie." She responded before turning to the younger girl. "Experiment? Oh, I've done plenty of that before." Diana smirked before letting her arms drop. "But you're going have to give me more of an idea when guns are involved."

Hit girl snickered Ok, she had totally been asking for a reply like that by saying what she said. Trust Diana to take it to the extreme.

"I mean you're going to want to trade different guns: grip, firepower, and how quickly you reload. You don't want to fail at that. If the Ohm or the Daligig attack, I want you ready to blow them the fuck up. Case in point."

A target popped up and she shot, without looking, getting the center with ease.

She tapped the other girls nose. "Look how adorable you are when you laugh."

Diana gave a little jolt, looking at the target then turning back to Hit Girl, smirking again. "Very nice."

"Alright then, teacher, what should I try next?"

"I'm not aiming for adorable," Hit Girl said bluntly, "and you should realize that when I'm at my worst. I'm not sure who you think I am, but its not cute and adorable, all right? When I have a job to do I do it, and if you're my enemy you get fucking killed, simple as that."

Seriously, this condescending stuff was getting on her nerves. She HATED being called cute.

"Try an actual enemy. Think of your worst, or close to that."

Diana simply rolled her eyes at Hit Girls outburst. Clearly, she’d not found it very impressive.

“Enemy?” Like, the person she hated the most? Or the one that scared her the most? Would she even remember anymore? She frowned then closed her eyes.

When she opened them again and there he was.

Drake Merwin.

He was stood just a few feet away. She’d been foolish to even try to think she wouldn’t remember him. The long, fleshy whip that was his arm was coiled around his waist. His pale eyes cold as ice, sparking with insanity. Cruel, shark-like smile spread across his face. In his normal hand, he held a gun, which swung aimlessly by his hip. Clearly, he had no use for it, not when he unfurled that long whip that writhed as it poised itself, ready to strike at any moment. He looked so smugly confident and almost giddy at Diana’s unrest.

“Hi, Diana.”

Panic kicked in and fear flashed across Diana’s eyes. Her hands are shaking slightly, but she raised the gun and released a few rounds straight at him, with two managing to connect with his chest.

But with him being Drake, he’d simply stumbled backwards from the hits, looking at his wounds in surprise before turning his gaze back to Diana, his smile widening like he’s getting excited. He starts advancing.

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The eye rolling thing was almost a breaker. If there was one thing she hated, it was someone making little of the shit she'd gone through. Granted, she knew Diana had no idea what that was, but it still burned her the wrong way. She would have almost left, until she saw Diana freeze and look really, really uncomfortable. No, not uncomfortable. Scared.

When she met the eyes of the person who held her fears, she could see why. She didn't know the name of the guy she was looking at, or why he had a tentacle hand, or even why a few shots didn't take him the fuck down. No, THIS was the reason Diana was taking these lessons in the first place. With all of the teasing and aggravation, Hit Girl saw that this was what Diana feared: an opponent who could not be taken down.

And she could work with this.

"Who is that?"

Diana didn’t tear her eyes from Drake, her fear and hatred clear in her dark iris’. “A sociopath.”

Drake continued of his path towards them, the smug confidence he got from Diana’s fear never leaving his face. “You know, Diana, I’m getting pretty sick of that name.” He cracked the whip, causing hard ‘snap’ to echo through the air and making Diana’s skin to give a small shiver. “Maybe I should remind you of my pet name.”

“Shut up, Drake.” Diana scowled, sounding far more confident than her eye’s betrayed. Now that he was close enough, she brought up the gun and shot him in the temple.

His head jerked backward from the sheer blow of the shot, but within seconds he simply cracked his neck and made a noise of amusement, staring straight at her, smirk still fixed. Hate filled eyes drinking in her sad attempts.

“Want to try again?”

A sociopath. That word was nothing knew: hell, she though that would be what most people called her, if given the chance. However, there was a difference between what she did and looking at Drake. She'd seen the look on his face in plenty of other people, people she killed. People that needed to be brought down.

And him just coming back after a head shot was starting to bug her. There was tenacity and there was THAT, which didn't make any kind of sense.

"Why isn't he going down?"

“Because he’s just too stupid and stubborn.”

Drake let out a cold, cruel laugh and the whip hand coiled around Diana’s neck, he was clearly taking great pleasure in how much his presence shook her.

“Now, now, Diana, you know in your pretty little head that’s not true. I’m just very determined.”

Diana would have spat in his face if her throat hadn’t seized up with terror, so she just put up her brave front. “He leeches off Brittney’s power of immortality. Always needs a girl to put him in the right place.”

At that, Drake scowled and tightens his hold on her neck, making Diana tense in panic. “You’re not acting very smart, Ladris.”

She was trying to undercut him, but she knew just as he did that it was an act: he was far colder and dangerous an enemy, and for once, Hit Girl respected exactly how Diana had made herself strong enough to deal with shit like this.

She swallowed a little, however, when he wrapped the hand around Diana's face, trying to keep herself steady. Remember, practice session, practice session, was not real.

"Ok, he's got you. What do you do now?"

"Yeh, Diana." Drake grinned, leaning in close. "What do you do now?"

"Not scream because that'd get you off too much, wouldn't it, sicko?"

Anger flashed across Drakes face and squeezed the whip around her throat like a python.

Diana gagged and her free hand clutched at the object choking her, trying to loosen it's hold. She managed to shoot her gun at his stomach, but again the only effect it had was sending a shockwave through his body. Drakes cold eyes shone with sadistic pleasure.

Ok, this was definitely taking a violent turn, one that she hadn't expected, and whoever this guy, he definitely was the reason that Diana wasn't phased by the idea that she might be a violent person. That at least put her at ease.

But it looked like he was getting his hold on her, and it wasn't pretty. So Hit Girl, despite herself, was up, and her staff was embedded deep into Drake, every force she could muster pushing it right through before kicking up at his chest and breaking his hold.

Drake stopped and looked completely surprised before being sent flying from the force of Hit Girl’s attack. He landed on his back a few feet away, the massive wound from her staff glaring at the sky from his chest but he seemed to have stopped moving, for now. A twitch of his fingers indicated he was not down for long.

Diana rubbed her neck and took in a few lungful’s of air before speaking, looking at Hit Girl gratefully. “Thanks.”

Laughter traveled to them from the spot where Drake lay. “So, the girl’s got game?”

Diana looked from her gun to Hit Girl. “So, what should I do now?”

Hit Girl's eyes didn't leave Drake's. Something about this unnerved her: was this how she looked to her enemies when they faced her? Cold, unyielding, ready to kill them?

Probably. And you know what? Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

"When in doubt?" Hit Girl shrugged, and then a REAL gun, Overlord Zetta's waylaying killing gun, was in her hand. "Go big."

And now Drake was going to get a blast akin to a rocket launcher.

Within seconds Drake's body had been blasted at least a hundred feet away and was totally aflame.

"He'll get back up." Diana muttered with a scowl, but she did seem relieved. He wouldn't be back up for awhile, first the flames would have to extinguish, then he'd have to recover. Which in a real situation would give Diana plenty of time to run. And that was the best she was hoping for.

Soon enough though she was back to being Diana, smiling at Hit Girl. "Thanks again. I think you see why I'd not perform so well in hand-to-hand stuff now." She waved towards the burning flesh that was Drake. "So, how do I make him vanish? Will him away?"

"Yeah, let's do that." Hit Girl could fight something like Drake all day, but this was supposed to be for Diana, who needed to defend herself. And boy, after seeing this, no wonder Howard was the way he was, or why that Orc guy constantly drank himself into a stupor.

Their world was FUCKED UP.

"The moment you see HIM on the ship, let me know. I think we have enough psychos without one targeting my only waitress."

"Oh, don't worry. If Drake ever shows up here I'll be posting PSAs about it all over the network more than the latest cat video on the internet."

She kept her smile, teasing and mocking made the entire thing easier and helped her concentrate on having Drake vanish from the Sensorium.

"So, how often do you want to meet up like this?" Diana gave a wink to keep the conversation playful.

Hit Girl laughed. "Good. Christ Diana, I didn't know you had psychos like that in your headspace. Makes me wonder what the hell else you're keeping there. Shit."

Of course she'd say that. Luckily, this was exactly the right time to tease Hit Girl. "Depends on how often you think you can handle it. You know some of what occupies my time, so figure out when you want to come here and we make it a regular thing."

Diana chuckled at that. "I don't think you'll want to know."

"Well, you know me, I'm free most of the time but I'll have to see if my slave driver boss will give me a little time off." She brushed Hit Girl's fringe in an almost affectionate sort of way. "She can be a little demanding of me. I think you'd get along."

"Probably not. If we all started to see the things that were in our minds, it'd be a pretty messed up ship."

Diana especially, if she had to deal with guys like Drake all the time.

At this she snickered. "Yeah well, I guess she'll just have to be one waitress short sometime, huh?" The fringe brush was unexpected though. "Yoiur health comes first."

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