602/Rooftop Hiatus

Rooftop Hiatus
Date of Scene:	18 March 2020
Location:	Central Business District
Synopsis:	Canary was about to give up on Nightwing when he shows up in her life again. And they decide to stop being Canary and Nightwing for a moment.
Cast of Characters:	Dinah Lance, Dick Grayson

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Dinah Lance has posed:
It's been a little over a week without flowers, and Nightwing has effectively dropped off the grid. Canary still makes her regular stops by 'their spot', and she's even started making more than one stop every night.

Just in case.

Tonight is Day 9 of the silence, and she is already half-turning back towards the door to the roof as soon as her boots hit the rooftop.

Dick Grayson has posed:
It's been about that long since Nightwing came across Bane and was on the wrong side of that. The silence was neccessary. Not that Nightwing could tell her that.

This is the crux of a relationship that's clearly masked.

Just as Dinah is reaching for the door, the familiar 'clink' and hiss of pneumatics announce a grappling line and Nightwing lands on the roof.

While he nails the landing, the well trained can pick up that he's favoring his right ankle. "Little late." he admits. "Mugging over on Sprague grabbed my attention."

Then he pauses. "Hi." he tries again .

Dinah Lance has posed:
Black Canary freezes when she hears the hiss-clink and the grapple hook makes contact. By the time he reaches the rooftop, the blonde is relaxing from her ready-stance and taking a step closer to the ledge.

He sticks the landing, but she definitely notices the ankle.

A step closer, then another quickly follows after that. A moment later the blonde is up on tiptoes and crushing him in a full-body embrace.

Lips brush his ear, and he can feel her rapid heartbeat. "I've missed you. And what the hell did you do to your ankle?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
When she crushes into him, Nightwing hisses. Beneath the costume, she may feel extra padding. Bandages. But his arms close on her, pressed into the jacket covered back to hold the blonde vigilante close.

"Missed you too, Canary." he admits, and then grimaces, though he tries to pass it off as a smirk. "Couldn't ride my motorcycle without thinking of you."

It's a teasing comment, but then he shakes his head. "Bane." he offers more relaistically. "Caught me in a blind alley, and I couldn't get a message to you."

Dinah Lance has posed:
The padding is also noted, and she rocks back a little to look him over more closely. Her head tilts and she makes a face at the mention of Bane.

"You're lucky he didn't kill you." she states, almost casually. "As for the rest, I think we can take care of that right now."

Canary takes another half step back, giving the blonde hair a toss as she reaches up. There's a pause for a breath, then she removes her mask. With the free hand she pulls her hair back into a ponytail, and then it's the flower shop girl dressed in leather and fishnets.

"You don't have to reciprocate. At least not here. But next time you should call me."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Well, no wonder you were always delighted in the flowers." Nightwing responds. "That was totally cheating." It's said in a teasing manner, but in a way, she can probably tell. He knew. Somehow.

"Not the first time I've gone around with him. And I'm probably going to have to again..." And he's considering, looking up at the blonde. Canary. Dinah. It's a huge step of faith for her to do that.

"Come with me?" he asks, his hand to her. "Not here." he agrees. But the underlying promise is there. He will. Then he pauses.

"Call you?" he grins slightly, and she may notice the bruising on his cheek. "...should I be on my superhero facebook, changing my status?"

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance tilts her head and laughs as well, nodding. "Yeah, the 'apartment key' bit was sort of wearing thin, too. I wondered how long it would take a bright, young detective like yourself to work out the math."

Stepping into his arms again, she carefully replaces the mask. Adjusting it, she tests the fit with another nose-wrinking.

"Actually, I meant you should call me next time you lock horns with Bane." There's a pause, and the petite blonde bomber adds wryly. "I think I could take him."

Yes, she just called him out. And then she slips her gloved hand into his own, fingers lacing. "I'm all yours tonight." she promises.

Dick Grayson has posed:
The bright young detective? "I knew you were first." Nightwing points out with a smirk. She wants to call him out? Fine. But it's a two way street.

When she threads her fingers into his, his hands squeeze hers in return and he smirks. "Just tonight, huh." He's sticking to the rules, but the mask removal kind of changes that a little.

"And we'll see about patrolling together." But tonight? Before they leave, when she makes sure her mask is in place, he checks it by leaning down and kisses her. Firmly.

Just in case she didn't think she was missed. Then he's moving to lead her from the rooftop and across town.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance returns the kiss. Eagerly. Fully. And with one arm hooked firmly behind his neck. It's a few moments before he can lead her down from the rooftop.

"And no, it's not JUST tonight. Maybe it's ESPECIALLY tonight." The blonde pauses as they move together, hand in hand. "I want to see just how bandaged up you are, after all."

After that, it's his lead. And she follows along at his side.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Sinking into the kiss, Nightwing's hands drop down and admittedly... cop a little feel on the blonde's bottom. But pull back he does, and then he chuckles. "I'll make sure you give me a through examination." he offers to her.

It's a short trip, but eventually they arrive at a small shop across town. It was a gas station with an apartment above it once upon a time, but after the area gentrified, it became a more upscale loft, the gas station is more of a facade.

Opening a side window, he slips into the home, waiting for Canary to follow him as he says quietly. "Lights." And the lights turn up slightly.

While it is a bachelor pad, it's a well-appointed one with marble countertops and hardwood floors, with a seperate bed and bathroom. He waits for her to take it in as he starts to reach up to pull off his own mask.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance doesn't mind the roaming hands at all, other than the fact that it makes the kiss last longer. Which isn't a bad thing either. She doesn't say much on the ride over, looking over the setup as they go inside.

Once the lights come up she slips off her mask again, tucking it into a jacket pocket while she looks around. "Pretty upscale place you've got, here." she offers. "And definitely more here than what I would've expected from outside."

Turning to face him, then, Dinah adds. "I'd almost say you've led me to a safe house of some-...." And that's when he is reaching for his own mask. She pauses, biting her lower lip. And is she holding her breath as well?

Dick Grayson has posed:
The mask comes off. She already knew it was the Detective from the flower shop. But for the first time, his blue eyes are on display for her. He draws in a breath. "Hi." he offers as he looks around. "This isn't a safehouse." She took him to her home. Only fair that he does the same.

"My name's Dick. Or Richard. But you can go ahead and get the jokes out of the way, I've heard them all before, Dinah." he admits with a chuckle. And he waits, perhaps nervous. Now that the mask is off, is he still worth it?

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance shrugs out of the leather jacket as well, just the strapless bodysuit and accessories. She pulls her gloves off, one finger at a time, and paces slowly closer. Her smile becomes playful, her gaze shifting predictably... downward... when he mentions the jokes.

"There are some things I -never- joke about, Dick." The husky tone has returned to her voice, now that they're in private. A bare hand reaches out, thumb caressing his cheek just below those blue eyes.

The blonde holds that pose for a moment, then draws a breath and exhales slowly. "Okay, then. Let's see how badly messed up you are, and whether or not you should be operating on 'light duty' tonight..." Raising onto tiptoe again, she lightly kisses his lower lip. "Thanks for this. Really."

Dick Grayson has posed:
As she removes her jacket, Dick lets out a small sigh. At least that suggests she wants to stay. Closing the distance, he leans into Dinah's touch before lifting his hands to help her back out of her mask. No masks tonight. It breaks the rules.

But they've already broken the rules, haven't they? Returning her kiss, his hand settles on her shoulder, before she makes her comment. And he smirks.

"...I think I could handle a rigorous workout." he responds coyly, before speaking up again. "Lights." And they dim, pulling the pair into darkness.