Central City, Golden Slide Bar.
Neon lights flashed wildly as the people beside the dance floor began twisting restlessly to the pounding music.
"Miss Dinah, you really know how to joke." Lynn smiled and shook his head. "You've never even lived in Central City. How could you possibly be the leader of the Blood Blade Gang?"
Black Canary's big, plump bottom rested on the chair, squashed and spread out. Her slender, jade-like fingers tapped gently against the table with crisp little sounds.
She raised her head and gazed languidly at Lynn. "This isn't about whether you believe me. Aren't you looking for the Blood Blade Gang?
"I'm their leader. It's just that, because of certain things, I'm only their leader in name now.
"And I'm very curious. As an IRS agent, why couldn't you find that out?"
Lynn looked up at her, his expression slightly surprised, then answered, "Listen to yourself. You make it sound like the IRS can investigate absolutely anyone. You haven't avoided taxes, so why would I investigate you?"
Black Canary twisted her slender waist, her plump bottom pressing against the chair and flattening a little like ice cream.
"If you don't investigate me, how would you know whether I've avoided taxes, or how much?"
When Lynn didn't answer, her pretty eyes curved, and the corners of her mouth lifted into a smug, sly smile.
She had lost to this agent last time, but this time... it looked like she had won.
That made her feel a little giddy, with a sweetness like she had just eaten a chocolate milk candy.
Lynn fell silent for a while, hesitating over whether to investigate her, but after thinking it over, he shook his head.
"All right, Miss Black Canary. Since you're the leader of the Blood Blade Gang, could