There's darkness in everyone. It comes and it goes, but it's always there. Some are able to resist its temptations, but others cannot. Dinah is one of those who cannot. It isn't entirely her fault, coming from the background she did. But she is still to blame for many crimes.
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A gentle sounding hum echoed throughout the room, many people called it her purr. She's also pretty sure that's how she got her name, Bombay.

She was perched in her office chair flipping through papers on her next target. It was a beautiful necklace made from red diamonds, easily worth a million.

She was laying back a bit this month, a few organizations were on to her. Wasn't much of a problem though, she had no issue with vanishing. She liked toying with her food.

There was a knock on the door, "Enter," she commanded shortly, continuing to skim over the pages in her hand.

"I have updated information on your latest target Miss," the woman, Dinah had declared her secretary, announced.

She was still standing in the doorway, "Bring it here please," was Dinah's response, looking up from her work with her hand extended.

The secretary quickly scuttled forward and handed Dinah a neatly stapled packet.

She skimmed over the first few pages with interest, "So Stark's got a new cloaker," she mused after a few moments.

The secretary nodded, "Would you like me to prep a car Miss?"

Dinah nodded her head and stood from her chair, not looking away from the packet. "I'll be down in ten,".

The secretary gave Dinah a sly smile, "Miss we both know it will take you a bit longer than that,".
Dinah laughed in response, "All the best things come to those who wait, and perfection cannot be achieved when in a rush,".
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Dinah walked down the stair, her heels clicked on the floor in a beautiful tempo.

The guard at the door gave her a smile and opened the door, "Mistress," he greeted with a bow of his head.

She gave a smile back, Harold was one of her favorite guards after all. "Harold," she purred, running a hand down his bicep as she walked past. Harold's smile stayed on his face, even after he closed the door behind her.

Her heels continued to click against the now concrete floor as she approached the six people, all were securely bound with an exotic mixture of things.

The Captain and the God had chains, the Widow, the Archer and Stark had SHIELD issued cuffs, she did regret that she had to drug the Doctor though. He'd done nothing wrong, but what he held within would ruin everything. Dinah worked too hard on this to have it ripped from beneath her.

Six pairs of eyes looked to her as they heard the door close. Stark whistled when he saw her, it was understandable considering her attire, a very complimenting black dress.

"I told you I would find you," Dinah told the group ominously, leaning against table she had in the room.

Some looked confused and showed it on their faces, but only one questioned it. "You've never told any of us that before," Banner slurred at her.

She smiled, "I've only told one of you that," she told him as she moved from the table, walking confidently over to the group.

"What do you want?" the Captain snapped, seemingly agitated.

That was understandable, but Dinah couldn't have any interferance. She'd waited years for this moment. "What does any villian want?" Dinah asked, giving a slow blink.

"Well that could actually be a lot of things, power, money, world domination..." Stark piped up, causing her focus to switch onto him.

The smile grew back on her face as she approached him, "I knew I liked you for more than just your tech, but you're missing the big one. Use that big brain of yours, I'm sure you can figure it out," she told him, ruffling his hair.

Dinah could feel the group's gaze on her back, they probably wished they could stab it. "Well, there's world domination, money, and power but we just went over those. So there's betrayal, you're trying to find something, rivalry, revenge, attention..." he trailed off, "Am I getting warmer?"

Dinah nodded, "You named it, but I'm not going to reveal it to you, just yet," she informed him before standing back up, turning to face the group. "I want to see if you remember before I reveal anything," Dinah spoke to no one in particular, he who was responsible knew exactly who she spoke to. "No? How about I jog your memory," her voice turned colder than ice as she gave a small whistle.

Boris came flying from the open air vent near the ceiling, spiraling to land on her shoulder.

A photo held carefully in his beak, "There's a good boy Boris," Dinah cooed as she took the picture from him.

Boris gave a small squawk, "Hello!" he chirped, flying to the floor to investigate the group tied up on the floor.

Dinah's index stroked the face on the picture for a moment before she twirled it in her fingers to show the group, walking past all six once more, "Familiar?" she asked as she stopped at the final Avenger.

The Hawk, he wouldn't look at her.
"Clint?" the Widow was watching at him now.

"You remember what you did, don't you?" Dinah's voice colder than ice.

She could see his throat move as he swallowed thickly.

"Don't you?" her voice turned even colder.

The click of Boris' talons grew closer as he sensed Dinah's distress, "Mooooommmm," he squawked as he stood on her foot.

Dinah offered the avian her hand before bringing him to her shoulder.

"Clint what happened?" the Widow asked again.

"Yes Clint, tell them what you did," Dinah asked as she turned and walked back to the table.

Boris hopped onto the table.

"Look I didn't know-" the archer blurted hurriedly.

Dinah cut him off, "Bullshit! You knew he was innocent but you slaughtered him! He just wanted to help people and you killed him!" Dinah turned quickly, stalking closer as she yelled at him.

He still wouldn't meet her eyes.

Dinah crouched and grabbed his face in her manicured hand, forcing him to look at her.

"Tell them the truth. I know exactly what you knew. I killed your employer for that one, I saw exactly what he gave you," Dinah hissed before throwing his face back, causing the back of his head to hit the wall with an audible noise.

"Boris, be a dear and tell Harold to get mommy a glass," Dinah said, taking a deep breath as she heard the familiar flap of wings go back up to the vent.

"Clint, you good?" the Captain asked as the Hawk struggled to get back onto his knees.

Dinah moved back to the table, flicking through the file on its metallic surface before finding what she was looking for. It hurt her everytime she saw the picture, but she was so close. She closed her eyes, taking another deep breath before she turned around, photo in hand.

She stalked back over, heals clicking with aggression as she held the picture in clenched fingers.

Before she could say anything, the door opened and the familiar flapping of wings followed by, "Moommm," followed it.

Harold walked beside her, handing her the glass of ice cold water and a pat on the back before he left the room.

Boris however, found a comfortable perch on her shoulder.

Dinah sipped from the straw, downing a fourth of the glass before putting it on the table.

"Before I worked for SHIELD, I was a mercenary," Clint started.

Dinah turned to face him, crossing her ankles as she leaned against the table.

Boris followed Dinah's example and stared expectantly.

"I got a job from some guy, Wolfshiem, he wanted someone gone without witnesses," he continued.

Dinah moved from the table, photo still in hand. "He came into the alley when he heard the target scream and I killed him,".

Dinah stood in front of him, only then showed the photo, "You didn't just kill him though, did you?" Dinah's voice was cold once again.

He wouldn't look at her nor the picture.

"Look at what you did," she hissed, grabbing his hair in her fingers.

The action forced him to look at her, where she had the photo beside her face.

"I don't know what you want me to say," Clint snapped at her.

Dinah smiled, "I don't want you to say anything, I want you to know the monster you created. All the people I've killed, everything I've stolen, that's all on you. My record was spotless before you came around," Dinah told him.

Dinah put her lips to his ear, "And Ohio? Not nearly as secluded as you believe," she whispered to him. 

The look of shear panic on his face was enough to satisfy her before she slammed his head against the wall, he didn't get up.

As Dinah left, she dropped the picture in front of his team mates.

The photo showed her husband suspended from a fire escape by a rope bound to an arrow, another arrow was embedded deep in his abdomen.