She hadn't expected her ruse to work quite as quickly as it had, but Dinah knew that it wasn't because Nightwing was stupid. On the contrary; he was something of a protégé and given that his mentor was Batman with the Dark Knight's resources, Nightwing was not only intelligent, but well educated. No... the reason, it had worked was because he was a good person. A hero. Like she had once been....<br/><br/>She tensed when he bent towards her, ready for a possible attack. It never came. Instead, he picked her up like she weighed nothing and walked her out of the shadows and into the light. Knowing how to hurt others meant that she knew how to hurt herself and judging from her "saviour's" expression, she had hit herself good and hard.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"I'm alright," </span>she echoed against his chest, adding,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"now..."</span>for his benefit.<br/><br/>Pretending not to notice his reaction to her exposed body parts, Black Canary feigned a vague gaze, realizing that she was actually curious to know what he thought of her. She was no Nosferatu, but Nightwing was a stud among their kind. Rumour had it that he'd slept with half of the Justice League. She wondered how much of it was true. He didn't seem worried about her having gone rogue, but he could have been pretending like she was.<br/><br/>Dinah sucked in a breath as his gloved finger grazed her nipple, the small pink bud already hardened from the cool night air.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "Th-thank you,"</span>she whispered as he adjusted the rest of her suit, his fingers once again nudging at her flesh. He looked... uncomfortable.<br/><br/><i>"Stay here, I'm going to scout the area," </i>Nightwing spoke before taking off into the night like a shadow.<br/><br/>Black Canary wanted to sit up, but instead, she curled into the fetal position attempting to look more vulnerable. She used the time during his absence to rethink her plan and make minor adjustments where necessary. She believed this could work. If he joined her... they might be a force to be reckoned with.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"He's not here," </span>Dinah told Nightwing when he finally returned.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"I... was attacked further into the city. I screamed at it and... it took off. Now I'm weak... because I used it."</span>It was a white lie, but he didn't know how her cry worked. Plus if he thought she didn't have it, he might let his guard down more.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "I walked this way and... ended up here."</span>She glanced up at him with her pale blue eyes and gave him a small quirk of her lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"Looks like I chose right," </span>she said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"Please... don't tell anyone you found me. I'll... just rest up a bit and I will leave your city... as soon as I can," </span>she pleaded, biting down on her bruising lip.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"I am not looking to cause trouble," </span>she promised.