Black Canary's tour manager

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"You want me to be your manager?" Barbara asked, skeptical.

"Why not? You manage the Birds, and you're pretty damn good at it. I don't see why you can't manage my band," Dinah explained.

"I dunno. This all seems like a recipe for disaster, to be honest," Barbara said. "I'm not exactly familiar with the music business..."

"Yeah, but you're a fast learner," Dinah pointed out. "You know people, and you're great at networking. Plus, I'd prefer to have someone I trust in that role. I'd prefer a manager I don't have to yell at."

"I know people in the vigilante community, not the music industry," Barbara countered. "But if you really want me managing your band, OK, I'll give it a shot. Just remember that if this ends up being a disaster, it's on you."

"Deal," Dinah agreed. "I know you're gonna kill it as a manager."

"Don't say that! Now I'll feel bad if I fuck up," Barbara joked. "So, who's in your backing band these days?"

"I'm singing and playing guitar, Helena's my bassist, and Harley's playing drums."

Barbara gave Dinah an incredulous look. "Harley's playing drums, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah, Harley's nuts. Everybody knows that... but she's a beast behind the kit. And she's been great with the Birds," Dinah explained.

Barbara rolled her eyes. "Well, if nothing else, this job's not gonna be boring..."

"That's the spirit, Babs! Keep up that optimism, and we'll be unstoppable," Dinah joked.

"I'm sure we will be. So, where exactly is your band at right now? Do I start booking gigs now, or what...?"

Dinah shrugged. "We've got a show in a week or so, after that, I'll leave the booking up to you, and I'll send you everything you need for promoting and scheduling the band."

"Got it. I'll get started right away," Barbara said.