<i>He</i>knew her better than that? She didn't even have time to ask him what the hell he meant by that when she was suddenly pulled into his body in a passionate embrace. Her breath caught in her throat as her ice blue eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't been expecting--<br/><br/>And then he kissed her. Suddenly she was fourteen again.<br/><br/>Black Canary experienced extreme head rush as her knees gave in beneath her. Her arms raised of their own accord to wrap around Nightwing's neck, hanging on with what little strength she had left. Had he not just given her his word that he would not backstab her, she might have been wary, but the honest truth was she had been waiting for him to make a move since she first laid eyes on him yesterday. This wasn't the happy boy who had darkened Batman's shadow for years, or the sulky teenager who eventually had to spread his own wings. No, he was a man in his own right, who had earned a reputation for being quick and cunning in battle and a Casanova in between the sheets. Even if she was just another notch on his belt, she wanted him and she wasn't going to deny herself.<br/><br/>His tongue pushed against her teeth and Dinah opened wide to accept him. Her gloved hand ran up his neck and into his hair, fisting it to tug him further down onto her. She was already bruised; what was one more? Her legs wrapped around his waist, crotch pressed against his and happy to find that he was already eager to be inside her. She smiled against his lips.<br/><br/>When he placed her down on her back, Black Canary met his masked eyes and gently traced the outline of it, wanting to remove it, but respecting his desire to protect his identity. She never wore a mask, but then again she didn't need one. Maybe he was someone famous. At least the rest of his armor could come off--and it<i>would</i>. Bringing one hand to her face, Dinah bit down on the tip of her glove and pulled her hand out. She wanted to feel him against her bare palms. She arched her pelvis to rub her still covered femininity against his bulge, wordlessly encouraging him to take what he wanted.<i>She</i>wanted it too. Her bare hand ran along his pectoral, thumb grazing his nipple beneath his body suit, wondering if he could feel the gentle touch through the barrier. Was it enough to drive him as crazy as she was feeling?