<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"In a little while,"</span>Black Canary replied.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"But I promised I would wait for you to make an appearance first."</span><br/><br/>Dinah arched an eyebrow at his mild reprimand.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"That remains to be seen."</span>She wasn't necessarily tense, but years of training for the ring as well as all the time she'd fought for the Justice League had trained the buxom blonde never to be fully relaxed. That was simply asking for trouble.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"I don't want to fight,"</span>she repeated to him, feeling his tension from across the room. It made her want to spar with him just to get rid of his nervous energy. That or... something more fun in nature that may or may not involve the bed two feet away.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"I want your help, and I'll do what I promised last night if you agree to my terms."</span><br/><br/>She smiled fully at his offer and rose to her feet slowly and in a nonthreatening fashion, disappointed that his gaze left her chest.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"> "That makes me happy to hear, Nightwing. I promise to keep my word by obeying and following your lead so long as we're in Bludhaven and if I am wrong about Wildcat... I will hand myself over to you." </span>She stepped forward towards him, watching him watch her, noticing his eyes roaming down her body in a way that made her stomach clench.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"You can take me to Batman and the Justice League like any other... criminal. I promise to go willingly. But as long as we're working together, I need to know that you won't jump me at an inopportune moment."</span>She blushed mildly then when she realized her double entendre and paused long enough to indicate she had noticed before carrying on. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">If you change your mind, I beg you for the courtesy to give me forewarning. I won't hold it against you; I'll understand, but I won't forgive a cowardly backstab. I <i>cannot</i> jeopardize my mission, I hope you understand that." </span><br/><br/>She paused then, both in speech and a foot away from him, skirting on the edge of his personal space. He smelled like unscented soap.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"I will do the same. I will never attack you without telling you I plan on fighting you first. This I promise on the memory of Wildcat. I <i>know</i> you know how sacred that oath is to me."</span>She held out her hand then in offer of a truce, a ceasefire--a partnership--whatever this was.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"Do we have a deal?"</span><br/><br/>Dinah held his gaze though it threatened to dip down to his full mouth. Why was it impossible to think of anything else, but the idea of jumping his bones when she was so close to him? He was...<i>distracting</i>.... Was it one she could afford? But what choice did she have? She needed him--either working with her, or off her back so<i>she</i>could work. She didn't need him in her bed. So why was it the one thing she really wanted?