101/Flowers for a Bird

Flowers for a Bird
Date of Scene:	24 February 2020
Location:	Gotham Rooftops
Synopsis:	Dick and Dinah meet on the rooftops for sandwiches and flirting.
Cast of Characters:	Dick Grayson, Dinah Lance

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Dick Grayson has posed:
After working with Dinah at the Golden Flamingo a few nights ago, Dick did his research. It was a combonation of using the police computers, his link to the Batcave and just some good old fashioned detective work, but he had nailed down the mystery blonde's path of patrols and times when she was most likely out and about. That was the easy part.

The harder part came when he visited Sherwood Florist. Admittedly, the pretty blonde that assisted the man in dark sunglasses dressed in a hoodie and blue jeans was distracting. He had discussed what flowers to buy for someone that had helped him with a project and wanted to know what would be a good suggestion. When she made it, he purchased that with cash, leaving no tracings of who he was.

Last night, when Dinah was out on patrol, she may have been surprised to find that very same boquet of flowers set in a vase on one of her usual stops and attached to it was a note inside. Plain white card and envelope.

'Nice working with you at the Flamingo. Thought I'd let you know the appreciation was mutual, and if you wanted to meet up. If so, be here tomorrow night, I'll be waiting.

- Nightwing'

And that would bring us to tonight. Staning on the rooftop, Nightwing is looking out over the city. While he was wondering whether or not she was going to show, he is still keeping an eye out for any trouble. That came from years of training.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance wasn't really surprised when the disguised young man came in to buy a bouquet for a girl. After all, it's what guys do. And it always touches off a bit of romantic flutter for her. Ah, at least SOME girl out there is going to get a nice bouquet, and Dinah makes sure of it.

She WAS surprised to find the same bouquet on a rooftop, along with a note from Nightwing. Now she wishes that she would've paid closer attention to *that* particular customer.

Black Canary is there the next night, of course, as requested. She steps out on the roof from the stairs, only a little bit winded. For a moment she just stands there behind him, knowing that he's aware of her presence.

"Thanks for the flowers." she offers, by way of greeting.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Did you run all the way up here?" Nightwing asks in playful amusement. Now that she can hear his voice again, it's almost like that of the young man that talked to her in the florist shop. Not as if the flowers hadn't already clued her in. "The girl behind the counter said it was a good icebreaker. Especially if you found the girl pretty. "I think she called it the Spring Crush boquet. Though that may be more of a high school thing?" he suggest as he turns to face her with a smile.

"So Gotham's not my usual haunt." Not as much. Not anymore. "But some things may make visiting more enjoyable." his grin is crooked for a moment before he turns to face the city again, waiting to see if she joins him. "How long have you been working the streets here?"

Dinah Lance has posed:
"Just up the stairs." she replies, boots scuffing softly across the roof as she approaches. "Always trust girls who work at flower shops, Nightwing. They've seen it all and they know what they're doing." she replies almost sagely. The little blonde moves closer and takes a seat beside him on the roof ledge, letting her feet dangle.

"I've been working Gotham for a few years now, at least seriously." Although one could certainly argue that the Black Canary has been working Gotham for a few decades. She tilts her head, looking up at him then. "So you think I'm pretty?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
So after he left as Robin and became Nightwing. Perhaps during or after the earthquake. That parses. "Oh, so you think she could tell I had a crush. Or that I was in high school." he asks as he watches her take a seat. Dropping down, he decides to join her. And that would be when he reaches behind him for the other surprise. Pulling up a small Igloo cooler from behind the ledge, he sets it down and opens it.

Within is a couple of bottles of spring water, fruit, and wrapped items to make sandwiches. A power lunch. Sort of romantic?

"I'd have to be blind to not think you're pretty, Canary. Smart too. You were instinctive at the club, but had planned a few steps ahead." he explains as he looks over at her in thought.

"Not sure on exactly how to approach it, though. I've dated withing our circles before, the whole..." he tugs on the corner of his mask. "...thing. Usually, things can be fun when we don't know the other person behind the mask, but what happens when you wake up one morning, and find yourself realizing that the masks came off, and we are who we really are?"

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance swings her feet a little, leaning on one hand as she looks over at him. "Pretty sure she could, yeah." she replies. "Shop girls are perceptive like that. Guys buy flowers for a lot of reasons, after all." She gives the cooler a curious look as he pulls it out, and even the mask doesn't hide the light flush to her cheeks.

The smile returns as he pulls out the picnic power lunch, and she chuckles. "Oh I'm not doubting, of course. But a girl doesn't mind hearing it from time to time, either." Leaning in closer, she looks over at the food as he pulls it out of the cooler. Then she chuckles softly.

"Okay, so first you need to stop over-analyzing this. You just bought me flowers... which was really sweet, by the way... and now you're already talking about waking up with masks off."

Reaching out, it almost looks like those gloved fingers ARE reaching for his mask. She presses the leather palm to his cheek instead, however. "For the record, I *always* sleep without my mask. If we're looking that far ahead."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Laughing, now it's his turn to blush. "Just saying. It's totally a one day at a time thing, and in the moment. Managing expectations?" Dick chuckles. "You don't know some of the things I saw in my tutelage." he admits with a shake of his head.

But then she reaches for his face, and he almost moves his hand to intercept hers, before his own hand settles over hers. "The masks on in bed could be fun though." he muses, clearly turning her own words about playfully.

Releasing her hand, he turns his attention to the meal. "Didn't know what you might like, but I erred on the side of kosher, just in case. Turkey and avocado with cheese on whole wheat."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance's blue eyes meets his own, fingers closing together as she smiles. "I said I didn't *sleep* with my mask on..." she replies in a lower, more husky voice. Fingers release and she draws her hand back, tugging off one glove and then the other. Her nails are short and neat. Manicured, with just a coat of clear polish.

A working woman's hands.

"Spring water, good fats, high in protein and good grains. You like to plan things out, don't you?" she replies with a coy smile. "Also a really big fan of Chinese, but it needs to be *good* Chinese. I'll buy next time, okay?" That's a good sign, isn't it? Already planning the second date.

"And ALSO for the record, I think the idea of wearing JUST our masks is really hot."

Dick Grayson has posed:
When she takes off her gloves, he does notice the shape and style of them. His own gloves come off next, his hands are rough but neatly maintained. A detective's hands. A gymanist's hands. It's muddled in there someplace. Her husky tone brings a grin to his features, his expression darkening as he considers. "There are many more activities we could try, with and without masks..."

"I do enjoy a good Chinese meal. I know a couple of places - but I'll leave it to the lady's discretion." then he's cracking open one of the water bottles, when she makes her second suggestion and he nearly chokes on his water, cheeks heated. But he does lean in closer to her. "Considering how little just our masks cover, I don't think there would be much complaint about what we could get up to. Which may lead to discussions of a good breakfast place."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah notices his hands as well, perhaps filing that information away for another time. Selecting a sandwich, she unwraps it as foreheads almost meet. Then she takes a bite, while gazing into his eyes. "The whole point of my costume is to be distracting, Nightwing." she replies, chewing slowly. "But I certainly do see your point." Which was, of course HER point for the suggestion.

"So next time I'll bring Chinese, then. Got it. We'll still need to find a place for, you know, 'after dinner'." The blonde adds the air quotes with her fingers. "I've got a couple ideas, but I'll have to talk with someone first."

He's not the only one who plans ahead. Setting the sandwich down, she reaches for another bottle to crack it open. "I'm normally a pretty spontaneous girl, but given the nature of our noctournal activities I do think that a certain amount of preparation is in order."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Do you want me to just find you distracting or interesting, Canary?" Dick responds curiously as he takes a bite from his own sandwich. Of course, the mask he wears makes looking into his eyes a bit hard, but she's not the only one that is meeting the other's eyes. "Hmm. Depends on what you want to do after dinner." he says with a playful grin. "There's more patrolling, or we could find a place to... converse some more." His tone is playful, but when she brings up that she needs to talk to someone first, he arches a brow. "Ah... if you're already seeing someone..." he had not considered that.

"I don't mind spotenaeity, but I was taught to always be prepared, for what may come across your path." Not that he had expected the beautiful blonde he's sitting next to at the moment as he works on his sandwich.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah shrugs at the question, taking a sip before raising the sandwich again. "Hopefully both, Nightwing. Maybe interesting enough to be distracted over and over." Setting down the bottle, she smiles a little. "I'm not seeing anyone, actually. If I was, then we wouldn't be flirting like this. I was just going to ask about borrowing a friend's place. Or something."

Time for the blushing to trade back, apparently. She tries to meet his eyes, getting lost in those high-tech starlight lenses covering them. "Confession time: I happen to be good friends with the flower shop girl. When I showed her the flowers she told me that she likes your butt."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"It's nice that she has my opinion of my butt. How do you feel about it?" Dick asks. But he's finising the sandwich off. "I get the feeling I'm going to need a little extra energy tonight." That was a hopefully brave enough statement as his now free hand reaches to trace over the leather to her jacket and up to her cheek, fingers warm on her skin.

"Your flower shop friend have a place she may not be at tonight?" he ventures, more than willing to play the game of romantic chicken with her as he leans in closer to her - enough that she can pick up on the scent of leather and sandalwood cologne.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance's perfume is light, just a hint of floral scent mingled with perspiration. And avocado. She tilts her head to press her cheek against his hand, those blue eyes watching his face all the while. "She owes me, so if things *do* get that far tonight I can send her a text or something." The wrapper rustles again as she sets down the sandwich.

Hand on the roof ledge, she raises her butt a little so as to not scuff the bodysuit fabric... or snag the fishnets... as she turns to straddle it and face him more fully. Both hands raise, fingers lacing behind his neck as she pulls herself closer still. "But what's the rush?" she whispers, cheek against cheek.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"No rush. Planning ahead." Dick responds as he watches the shape of her body as she turns to face him. She's more than worth a double take as he feels the warmth of her cheek against his as his hand slides into her jacket to hold her in return, cool fingers against bare skin, before he chuckles. "Amendum offered. Masks.. and you in those fishnets." he offers.

And with them like this at the moment, he makes the first move, turning slightly so that his mouth meets hers, hard to tell if his eyes are closed behind the mask, admittedly.

Dinah Lance has posed:
"Mask. Fishnet. No bodysuit. Check check and check." she murmurs back, chuckling softly close to his ear. Her musculature is firm and toned, with softness in all the right places. And she settles comfortably against his touch, encouraging it.

When he turns his head her eyelids are heavy, lips parted. She's not only ready to receive the kiss, but waiting for it. Lips meet, arms tightening as she pulls herself close against him. Very. Close. A moment later the kiss deepens and the woman is easing onto his lap.

All in all, it looks like the first date is going rather well.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Check, and double checked. Not that Dick will have much of a chance to respond as Dinah's mouth welcomes his own as he's just as eager as she is -- to taste avocado and turkey apparently. Speaking of butts, though, his hands move to hers, giving the leather covering her a firm squeeze as they settle in for proper making out, and more personal training.