He was not Batman. That much was clear, though Dinah thought it as a compliment in her mind. He might have been trained by the cape crusader, might have even acted like him from time to time, but Nightwing was his own man. Batman would have said nothing and simply done as he felt, nor would he have necessarily threatened her. But this younger hero seemed more intent on letting her know what his thoughts and plans were; was it inexperience, or emotions? She couldn't tell yet, having never been known for her empathy.<br/><br/>Black Canary chuckled under her breath at Nightwing's analogy, shaking her head slightly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "Not a cat, but a bird,"</span>she replied, reminding him they shared some similarities in code names.<br/><br/>She allowed him to close the distance between them and didn't flinch when he reached out to snatch her drink from her loose grip. Once he downed it, Dinah stepped forward, her chest an inch from his. Reaching behind with her foot, she opened the mini fridge once again with her heel and then turned around to grab another tiny bottle, round derrière now facing her potential adversary. It was an opening she gave him to test him, but it seemed neither hero wanted to draw first blood, so they would continue this deadly tango for as long as they could. She turned around after retrieving what she wanted, and faced him. This time she swigged it straight from the source.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"I'm not toying with you," </span>she said in a low voice.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"I am here to follow a lead to the <i>true</i> culprit Wildcat was framed for so that I can bring him in and clear my mentor's name. You're right: I <i>will</i> do and go to whom I need to if it means completing what I set out to do and I <i>do</i> want your help. But if you get in my way, I <i>will</i> push you aside,"</span>she promised. She held his gaze, her ice blue eyes turning steely grey as she made herself clear.<i> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"I don't want to,"</span> </i>she continued.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)">"I think that I would hate myself should I take out a Leaguer, not to mention I both admire and respect you. But he was like my father. I'm sure you would understand were it Batman. You would seek justice just like I am. And you wouldn't let anyone stop you."</span><br/><br/>She paused to shoot the alcohol down her throat before straightening before him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "If you help me, I promise to listen and even take orders as long as we are in your city. I will respect your word. But I will not compromise my mission,"</span>she promised.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 0)"> "For <i>anyone</i>. No matter how I feel about them." </span>