Black Canary was no stranger to male attention, positive or not, but she was usually fairly capable of brushing it off or ignoring it as a nuisance. With this hero, however, she was struggling. Her relationship with Green Arrow had ended abruptly due to their disagreement on how to deal with Wildcat's death, putting them on a semi-permanent hiatus. And then there was her stint with Batman: that one hot, steamy fuck brought on by the manipulations of Clayface and Scarecrow's hallucinogens. Neither party had known what had come over them, she was sure of it, and neither one had ever spoken of it afterwards. So did it make things awkward to have noticed Nightwing? She didn't think she needed to think so and were it not for her mentor's demise, she might have considered pursuing...<i>something</i>. As it stood, however, she would only allow herself to enjoy his close proximity for as long as the ride took.<br/><br/>Dinah was not a daredevil or thrill seeker and Nightwing's speeding brought her heart into her throat several times during their journey, causing her to tense and squeeze his waist with all her might. It was only after they were almost at the motel that she realized she might have been squeezing too hard. She was perspiring gently and her breathing was elevated.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"Okay," </span>she replied breathlessly to his offer.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"Thank you," </span>she added, pulling her now stiff body off of his bike. She met his smile with a gently playful smirk, savouring the tension between them. If nothing else came to fruition, she at least enjoyed the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.<br/><br/>She led him up the fire escape she had kicked down to her room, not wanting the front desk clerk to see a superhero entering the building. She lifted her already slightly cracked window open and slipped inside. Nodding to Nightwing, she gave him a silent green light to check the small space while she backed up into the bathroom to check it. Despite her ruse, she would have done a quick scan anyway.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "Can I offer you a drink?"</span>she asked once they knew the coast was clear, gently reaching up a gloved hand to touch her bruised cheek as she studied her reflection in the mirror. It was going to be a good shiner.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"Because I think I could use one,"</span>she smiled ruefully at her companion from the mirror to where he was watching her from behind.