His answer was neither promising nor disappointing, perhaps exactly what she had expected it would be. Black Canary had not tried to seduce or manipulate him any more than was necessary to avoid a fight; she wanted him to choose of his own accord so that she could know where he stood. How would it help her mission if she had to watch her back from an "ally" the entire time? That would simply defeat the purpose of having help at all.<br/><br/>Having said her peace, Dinah allowed Nightwing the same courtesy. He believed a certain way, just as she did and if he needed to voice his opinion, so be it. The blonde leaned her body back so that she was once again sitting on the edge of the cabinet.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "I will wait till sundown then," </span>she promised, wondering if she'd have a fight on her hands or not. In all honesty, she wasn't sure she could win without contest. He was Batman's prodigy and the Dark Knoght's weakness was that he had none. It was not an opponent she ever wanted to cross.<br/><br/>She was silent as he left and once she was sure he was gone, she walked to the window and closed it, securing the lock she knew would not keep him out. She'd need to look for a new haven during her stay.<br/><br/>Dinah helped herself to another shot of cheap liquor before slowly beginning to undress. She shrugged out of her bomber jacket and then sat down to pull her boots off. The fishnets were ruined and tossed in the garbage, but the latex suit was most certainly not. She caught her reflection in the mirror as she walked past the vanity towards the bathroom and saw that ugly bruise again. It must suck to be her enemy.<br/><br/>The rest of her curvy muscles were unscathed, but she might have to change that with a bruised rib. It wouldn't do well to have Nightwing see her naked without some injury to legitimize her story. Not that he<i>would</i>see her without clothes on, but it was always best to be prepared, right? Groaning inwardly, Dinah exhaled a large breath before she ran towards the dresser on the other side of the room with full speed. She gritted her teeth in pain as the furniture smashed into her side, knowing it would throb for several long minutes. Self mutilation was not her idea of fun. Shaking it off, Black Canary hobbled into the shower. All she wanted was a hot rinse and a good night's sleep. If she had to fight Nightwing tomorrow, she had best be prepared for it.