“Black Canary is on scene.”
As soon as Quentin heard those words he drove faster. He loved that his daughter was brave and wanted to help people, but he hated that she did it in such a dangerous way.
“Be advised,” the radio spoke, “The situation is a 10-52.”
“10-52, my ass,” Quentin turned off his radio. 10-52 became the code for police to hold the perimeter, but let the vigilantes take care of the bad guys. Quentin thought it was a good idea. Just not for him.