14590/Day 2 (TBD)

Day 2 (TBD)
Date of Scene:	03 November 2022
Location:	Sherwood Florist, Pennytown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Nightwing, Black Canary

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Nightwing has posed:
Day 2.

Dick and Dinah went to a bar the other night. They had a great time and got some great food and had a wonderful night on the town. Were it any different, many people would think it was a date or a strange kind of reunion between college best friends. The next day?

Dick comes back to the shop, opening the door and yawning as he runs a hand through his hair. No doubt Dinah is still working during this time, especially with her helpers doing much of the work for her so she can take it easy.. "Hey man." He walks up to the guy at the register. "Dinah in the back?"

Black Canary has posed:
The assistant looks up, recognizes Dick, and just signals with a thumb to the rear entrance of the shop, where it opens into a small garage. As Dick looks at the door, it opens and Dinah walks in, in loose, jeans, a loose tee, and work boots, all of which are stained with grease: much of it old stains that never washed out, but a significant amount of it fresh, as evidenced by it also being on her arms and hands and a few smears on her face.

"Oh, hey, you're up," she says, grinning, bounding up on Dick and threatening him with a hug. (Which she doesn't actually deliver.)

"Had some aspiration problems on the bike to fix."

Nightwing has posed:
"Thanks."

Dick walks towards the garage, a grin on his face. He's wearing a black T-shirt with blue jeans and a leather jacket, and a beanie on his head. He starts to remove his jacket with a bit of a smile. "Wild night last night, huh? Dealing with a hangover?" He questions, but when she threatens him with a hug?

He'll actually try and scoop her up into a big strong hug! "You don't get out of these that easy." He grins at her, setting her down with a smile - unless he gets avoided or stopped from hugging her.

"Oh? Need a hand?"

Black Canary has posed:
Huh. Dick doesn't mind getting covered in chain grease. And engine grease. And probably five different other kinds of grease, given how much Dinah babies her bike. (Not to mention that distinctive scent of eau de WD40.) She steps into the hug with a shrug, but is kind enough to minimize the grease contact.

Minimal is relative.

"Nope, no hangover. I have a patented cure for those. Well, two of them, actually. One was taught to me by Wildcat: stay drunk. The other is one taught to me by Shiva. Hydrate like crazy before going down for the night."

She gestures from the clutch with her head to the door behind her. "I figured you'd be a bit late this morning, so I did some winter tuning for the bike." Because she rides a motorbike in winter. Mind you winter here is more dismal rain than snow. And the city does salt its road. But still, crazy.

"You feeling OK? Need a few litres of coffee?"

Nightwing has posed:
Dick never minded getting his hands dirty.

...or in this case, his clothes.

Yet, she tells him about her complete lack of a hangover....and her solutions for it. "Really? Why didn't I think of that?" He asks himself, a small frown touching his face. "Hydrating is a good way to stay sober. How many bottles of water do you go through before bed after a drunken party night?"

Pretty sure he did a triple axle flip off of a bar counter too. Weird shit happens when drunk.

Speaking of crazy shit...

"Smart thinking. Tis the season, right?" He starts to walk towards her a bit, upon her asking of coffee. "This might help." And, strangely, he tries to kiss Dinah.

Nothing crazy, just a quick peck on the lips. He's fully prepared to get clocked in the face.

He even brought a cup....a cup that might not survive her fury.

Black Canary has posed:
"Usually a two-litre bottle of anything is fine." Dinah pauses. "I guess that's 32-oz in your moon units?"

She starts heading to the coffee machine to fetch some for Dick when he suddenly plants that kiss.

The initial reaction (surprise) is natural. It's not stiffening shock. Not wide-eyed amazement. Just a brief blink and a glance at Dick that looks like she's asking 'you OK?' but isn't.

Then there's a glint in her eye that Dick recognizes as 'mischief'. He saw it several times on the pub crawl the night before. It always led to mayhem and chaos.

Pouring him a cup of coffee, she waits for him to take a sip before striking. In a flash her arm is out and her hand is ...

... brushing his cheek, along the jawline. "Is this seat taken?" she asks in a loud enough voice to make her assistant cough, turn red, and suddenly find something else to do than listen in.

Nightwing has posed:
Dick's lips met Dinah's, and he was prepared for the wrath.

A kick to the groin, a punch across his jawline. But instead, what comes across his face? Is Dinah's hand brushing his cheek, right along the jawline. Her question makes his cheeks flare up, even as he sips that coffee, a question that makes him somewhat choke on the drink and start coughing into his hand.

"....nope."

Dick grins at her, the mischief just fueling the fire he has for her. The hunger in his eyes. "Want to sit now or...?" He questiosn her, a cheeky grn on his face as he locks her eyes with his own.

Yeah, that guy can listen into another conversation.

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah looks around the shop. "A bit awkward here," she says with a grin. "Also, you probably don't have the endurance right now. Just sayin'. You didn't hydrate."

She taps Dick on the nose and winks.

"See what happens when you don't give enough thought to your health?"

Says the woman who drives like a maniac---Ollie once quipped that the most dangerous component of her bike was the nut connecting the seat to the handlebars---and looks for bigger and better fights just to prove herself. Health is obviously a big thing for her.

"You should rest up before we try that. Recover your strength and endurance."

Nightwing has posed:
"Fair, honestly." Dick grins at her. "But I'll have to pen in the time. Think we can make than an excursion?" teasing foes both ways! As she taps him on the nose, he tries to seal the distance between them, his hand going for her waist to pull her close.

He's playing with fire.

"Would it be bad for my health if I kissed you again?" He asks Dinah with a curious glint of mischief in his eyes. "As like a...warm up round?" Dick offers. Let's be honest, Dinah does drive like an absolute madwoman.

Black Canary has posed:
"Probably," Dinah answers with a laugh while being held against Dick. "I've been trying out Ivy's latest line of lip gloss. You've already taken a dose, so ... tell me. Do you feel lucky?"

Does he?

She's not pulling away. She's tilted her head back (though this is at least partially just so she can see his face).

So does he?

Nightwing has posed:
Dinah let herself be held! Dick pulled her tight to his form. Though Dinah's teasing him.

Right?

Ivy's pheromones are enough to completely ensnare men and women under her complete control. If Dinah got a hold of it....what would she use it for? Is he feeling lucky?

"Absolutely."

And - with way more confidence - he leans in again, letting his lips pull apart to draw her into a more passionate, lengthy kiss. He wants to feel the warmth of her.

He needs her. And he's wanted to do this for a long time.

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah's response is maybe not quite as urgent as Dick's advance, but it certainly is welcoming, her arms snaking up behind his back to clutch at the shoulders and draw him in close with their surprising strength.

Turns out bulk isn't strength and vice versa.

The kiss goes on until Frank coughs from his place, turned away, clearly embarrassed. Dinah pulls back from the kiss then, but not the clinch, and stares up at Dick's eyes.

"Feeling braver than normal," she comments, grinning, flushed slightly. "And given that your normal brave is suicidal insanity..." Projecting just a little. "...that's pretty impressive. How long you been holding that in?"

Nightwing has posed:
"Mmmmm...."

Dick melts in her arms. One of his hands resting at her lower back, the other cupping her cheek to keep her close. Any aggression in the beginning has been slowed to something... sweeter. A gentle pace. Lips fit like they were made to.

'ahem.'

Dick and Dinah pull away from one another, a bit of a laugh touching his lips. He doesn't back away. Doesn't back away from the lunch they found themselves in.

"Born brave." He remarks in humor. "Years. God you have no idea how badly I wanted to do that." he nudged her nose playfully. "Though it still might be suicidal insanity...you haven't hit me yet, so my luck is holding."

Black Canary has posed:
"Yeah, you're getting lucky," Dinah says with a grin. "I must be having an off day if I haven't swept the floor with your head yet."

She's not exactly moving back either, mind.

"So ... breakfast? There's a place up the road that does moose sausages. Eggs and moose sausage?" She licks her lips, now suddenly a bit nervous, seemingly. "You're still going to be watching the band tonight, right?"

Nightwing has posed:
Dick whistles.

"Thank God."

Because getting lucky? That's exactly what Dick wants right now. He looks at Dinah as she asks him about breakfast. "Sounds delicious." He agrees, his hand reaching for hers. "I wouldn't miss it for the entire world." He tells her. "Do I get a T-shirt?"

Black Canary has posed:
There's that dangerous glint again. That look that gets in Dinah's eye when she's about to do something impetuous. The look that has given more than one partner chills upon seeing it since what typically comes afterward is impulsive and often dangerous.

She steps away from Dick and with a cheerful voice says, "Good plan. Of course you get a tee."

And then she takes off her grease-stained t-shirt, swiftly lifting it from the waist in a single, smooth motion over her head, shaking her hair out as she slips out of the sleeves and hands the shirt across.

"Here it is. Wear it in good health," she says, grinning.

The impact is a bit lost, given the very broadly-supporting sports bra she's wearing underneath, but still...

"I hope you like it?"

Nightwing has posed:
Men have learned to fear that look.

But Dick? Dick loves that look. He deeply enjoys it when Dinah does something rather exciting and fun. She was not a boring person, and every day felt like a new adventure when they were together. Hopefully she could say the same about him. Her agreement about the T-shirt makes him smile. "Sweet." yet, he seems completely surprisd when she takes off her shirt.

He looks down instinctively. Boobs are awesome.

....even if her bra is being well-used, Dick ldets his eyes rest there for a moment before he gulps. "I love it." He accepts the shirt then, giving it a long look. "Hah." and he'll actually pull his own shirt off, revealing ripcorded muscle with a few scars here and there, just so he can put on the shirt. It's slightly tight, but it flatters his physique.

"How do I look?"

Black Canary has posed:
"Like my property," Dinah says, laughing. "Let me fix that." She grabs Dick's shirt and wears it herself, tying it in a knot around her waist, trailer trash style, opening her taut belly (and more than a few scars) to view. As one does when one is the Black Canary and can show that off.

"There. Perfect," she says, grinning. "And fair warning. You'll never see this shirt again except on me. I hope it wasn't your favourite."

Nightwing has posed:
'Like my property'.

Dick feels his hair stand up. That was kinda hot. Though Dinah quickly takes Dick's shirt and throws it on. Somehow...it looks /way/ better on her. She shows off her taut belly, no small amount of muscle and scars there as she takes pride in her appearance.

"Now you look like my property." Dick smiles. "Perfect balance." He laughs. "No, it wasn't my favorite, but even if it was, I'd rather you have it." He reaches, as if to move hair out of her face and behind her ear.

He leans in close....

"Dibs on driving this time." He winks.

Black Canary has posed:
"Bet you it's your favourite now!" Dinah says, teasing.

"Hey, Frank. We're off to get breakfast."

"Another one?" the laconic helper says, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, I burn off a lot of fuel being me. I eat seven meals a day!" Dinah replies defensively. She then turns to Dick. "It's up the road about five blocks, hanging a left at the traffic lights. You can't miss it. It has a giant moose statue in the parking lot."

Starling. The metropolis that feels like a small town in its aesthetics.

Still, the ride there is nice, given how warm Dinah is snuggled against Dick's back, her arms wrapped around his waist. It's clear, however, that as a passenger she's a driver. Her hands move as they would move were she at the handlebars. It's a subconscious thing, like pilots watching a movie about flying kicking the rudder or moving the yoke based on what they'd do in the pictured circumstances.

Before long, however, the ride's over and they're in a booth evidently reserved for Dinah and her friends.

"I ... ah ... may be a regular," she admits behind a cough as she strides to her table, dragging Dick behind her.

So much a regular that the waitress walking up just asks, "Usual, hon?" and after Dinah's nod, turns to Dick, handing over a menu. "Let me know when you've decided. I'll hold off on Dee's order until then."

Nightwing has posed:
"Damn right it is."

Dick grins at Dinah, walking towards his bike with a cheeky grin on his face. He mounts the bike itself, a modified Yamaha VMAX, and without so much of a helmet, he gives Frank a two-fingered salute before they blast off! Dinah's warmth around his waist as she holds herself tight to his back makes him smile.

He loved every second of this.

Though, just to play a little bit with her, sometimes when she moves her hands as if she were the one driving, he'll let the bike move in that way. He had no fear of her rather exciting driving style.

and imitation is the most sincerest form of flattery.

When they arrive at the restaurant, Dick is following herl ead. He grins at her when she admits to being a regular. "Nice." he gives her a playful nudge. To the waitress? Dick shakes his head. "I'll have what she's having. My first time, so whatever she's ordering must be pretty good if her order is memorized here." he smiles, before he looks at Dinah. Just...getting lost in her eyes.

Black Canary has posed:
"You're gonna regret it," the waitress says with a chuckle, calling out to line cook as she walks away, "DINGO! TWO SONGBIRD SPECIALS EXTRA JUICE!"

"I've been training," Dinah says. "Uh ... there's going to be a lot of hot sauce in this. You might want to get milk or something like that if you're not ready for it."

She heaves a sigh and sits back in the booth, arms spread along the bench back.

"It'll be fun having you in the audience tonight. I'll try not to embarrass you. And I'll get you a band tee when we're there. If you want the full package, though, with CDs, selfies, stickers, tees, etc. you'll have to pay the fee. That package is $125."

Her face is deadpan but her eyes are twinkling. Hard to tell if she's joking or not.

Nightwing has posed:
"How about I massage your feet for 10 minutes for the full package?" Dick replies with a bit of a cheeky grin on his face. Though suddenly, Dinah mentions that in order to hang with her in this meal, he better have a tolerance for spicy food.

Dick grins. Like, the BBEG in a DND campaign grins when he has a way to TPK the party. He rests his chin on his hands as he looks at her. "Oh Dinah...don't you know? I'm a national spice champion. You have much to learn yet, grasshopper."

He smiles when she stretches out, his eyes admiring her like she ewas the Mona Lisa or some other figure of mastercrafted art. "Hah, you can embarass me if you want. I'll be cheering so loud I'll be the only one you hear."

Black Canary has posed:
Dinah appears to give it serious thought. "Hmm... Foot massage." She goes silent a moment. "Nah. With $125 I can get a foot massage and have money for pizza left over."

And it's back to that 'take on the world' grin.

"But I'll see what the band says. Heathcliff might like a foot massage."

Nightwing has posed:
"I have the finger-dexterity of a champion." Dick reminds her with a smile, though she tells him that she can get a lot for $125 and....yeah, she's not long. "Hah! That foot massage offer is /not/ universal! Just for the gal." He winks at Dinah.

He looks across the booth at her, locking eyes with the other woman.

"/or/ I can celebrate with you for a good music night..." He waggles his brows.

Black Canary has posed:
"Celebrate. What? Like going to a biker bar and saying that Harley's are overrated piles of junk and that real bikers drive Gold Wings?"

Some people have a very strange notion of what celebration is.

"Or did you have something else in mind?" More mischief. And a hint of a smile that's on the predatory side.

She opens her mouth...

"Two songbird specials, extra juice," the waitress' voices intervenes, cutting off whatever Dinah was about to say. "Phone is reserved for you in case you need to call 911." Her eyes look at Dick and an eyebrow raises. "That tee's a bit small on you Mr. Accident in the dryer? You've gotta set the temperature right for the fabric."

Homely advice given, the waitress floats off, leaving Dinah giggling in her wake.

Nightwing has posed:
"Somethin' like that."

He smiles at her. "Or, we can go back to your place and-"
r The waitress shows up with two songbirds specials, interrupting the moment that Dick and Dinah wre starting to have and Dick just lowers his eyes to the table with a /slight/ bit of irritation touching his features, though his eyes shift to look at the waitress as she calls him out for the accident in the dryer.

She hovers off.

"....she was nice." He looks back to Dinah with a bit of a grin.

Black Canary has posed:
"I like this place. Staff has sass. None of this sucking up in the pathetic hope of getting bigger tips. They're real folk."

Dinah gestures to the waitress. "Maxine doesn't give a shit if you tip or not. She does her job. And she interacts with you like you're an adult. Friendly, but with a wicked sense of humour."

She looks around at the restaurant happily. "Good to have a place like this so near home. If this place ever closed down, I'd have to re-open it myself just so something that's not a soulless chain or Yet Another Sports Bar Owned by a Coalition of Dentists Looking for a Tax Shelter."

She looks with satisfaction at her 'songbird special', which is seemingly just sunny-side eggs atop breakfast links made of a suspiciously dark meat that's slathered in wicked-looking red sauce whose very fumes can bring tears to the eye.

"The hot sauce is special. Death Reapers with a bit of fresh horseradish. Enjoy!"

She digs in, stuffing one of the sausages almost whole in her mouth and chewing while an involuntary sweat breaks out on her face.

"And," she adds, after washing that down with a bit of coffee, "I was assuming you were coming home with me after the show."

    hat last timed to Dick swallowing his food.

Nightwing has posed:
So the waitress's name is Maxine.

Good to know. Always gotta know who is doing the feeding, so you know not to piss them off. "You don't say." He comments about the sass, though he laugsh a little bit, looking at the songbird special before his very eyes, and he takes a bite of the hot-sauce laiden sausage before his very eyes, even as she adds on as he takes that bite that she was assuming he was coming back home with her after the show.

While she may have been expecting him to choke or start heaving, he swallows it easily, opening his eyes to look at her. A want and a need there. "I would love to, if you're offering." He smiles at her. "How else am I gonna make sure you are still wearing that shirt?" A playful tease.

Then it's his turn, as she takes another bite.

"So, top or bottom?"

A wicked grin on his face. "If you ever had to reopen it, you gotta give it a cool name, like Songbird Surprise."

Black Canary has posed:
"Why would I be wearing the shirt if you're coming back with me?" Dinah asks with wide-open eyes and a wicked grin. "I thought the whole point of bringing you back with me would involve me not wearing the shirt!"

And this is where Canary's reputation as a man-killer hits in full force as her baby blues gaze into Dick's eyes briefly before flagrantly raking over his face and shoulders. "Or did I misread the signals? 'Cause if I did, so did Frank and he got embarrassed for no reason."

"Nah, hon," Maxine says as she passes the table on her way to sass other customers. "He's signalling but good."

Which makes Dinah break out in giggles once more.

Nightwing has posed:
So that backfired.

She's a man-eater! That song is what's going through Dick's head right now. That she's probably just play him along and wrap him around her little finger. "Well, that's kind athe point - I want to take it off you." He laughs, shaking his head. "Nah, you didn't misread anything, promise!" He puts a hand on his hand and runs it through his hair.

"and trust me, I would /gladly/ embarass Frank all over again." His eyes lowering to her lips for the smallest moment, and she's breaking out into giggles.

Dinah Lance. Breaking out into giggles. What a lucky guy Dick is.

"I'm just kinda bad at it!" He tells Maxine, before he looks at Dinah, tapping her foot with his own under the table.

Black Canary has posed:
"Well, Dick," Dinah purrs, her own booted foot running up the outside of Dick's calf in return (with surprising gentleness given the garb!), "we'll have to see how things go, won't we? Come to the club. Listen to the band. Tell me how great I was. Or how sucktacular. And figure out if I want honesty or praise. And if you get it all right..."

She licks her lips, locking gazes once again.

"Well, let's just say that you might be hearing a different Cry. Or not, 'cause you might be bellowing too loud yourself."

She goes back to her food after dropping that bomb, badly suppressing a cruel grin.

"So what do you think of the moose sausages? They don't always have them. Moose is seasonal; this isn't farmed, but hunted. Pricey as all Hell, but I love that wild taste."

Nightwing has posed:
The boot running up the outside of Dick's calf with gentleness and smoothness, enough to send a shiver up his spine makes him smile. "You got it." He winks at her, though he keeps his full attention on his paramour across from him, a warmth touching his eyes. She licks her lips. He bites his.

Silently saying 'oh my god'. Perosnally, he wants to see how flexible she actually is. Though the grin on his face is matched as he doesn't move for a minute. Yeah, that was a bomb of nuclear proportions.

"It's. uhm...." Yeah, she finally managed to stump him! "Pretty good. Want to try a bite of mine?" He winks.

Black Canary has posed:
"Maybe later," Canary says. "And I'm pretty sure you don't want hot sauce all over my tongue when I try your sausage..."

That's a threat. Or a promise? Depends entirely on Dick, doesn't it?

The rest of the breakfast continues pretty much the same way, with innuendo, flirting, flushed laughter as dopamine starts to have its impact, and the occasional witticism from Maxine as she goes back and forth through the restaurant exercising her own duties, informed by a smartass personality. Breakfast over, Dinah looks around. "How's the hangover? And ... what do you want to do until this afternoon? I've gotta be at the club for prep at about 3PM."

Nightwing has posed:
"My answer would surprise you."

Threat? Promise? Dick might question what the difference is. But as the breakfast continues with laughter, touches, innuendo, flirting and enjoying some great food. But the gig isn't in its prep stages until 3pm and they have...well, quite a bit of time.

"Pretty much non-existent, honestly." What should they do? "Cuddle?"

"Uhmm...well, do you got any errands to run? Could tag along. Or we could take the bike for a spin and put it through its paces."

Black Canary has posed:
"Oh, I've got a thing or two on the to do list," Dinah says, mouth firmly pressed together to badly conceal mischief and mirth. "Clothing shopping. I was thinking of getting a few new outfits, but didn't have anybody to advise me on which outfits looked best."

Dinah tilts her head as she looks for Dick's reaction. "What do you say? A day of me trying on ... ah ..." The illusion fails as she runs out momentarily of things to suggest, though she picks it up finally. "... maternity clothing?"

OK, so she got flustered and suggested something stupid. Sue her.

"Or hiking gear! Yeah, that's it. Let's go try on hiking gear! Loose flannel shirts! Baggy khaki cargoes! Canvas jackets!"

Nightwing has posed:
She has things on the to-do list!

Though her lips give her away, she's trying to be mischievous. She's trying to tell him things that she can suggest putting on that may excite or fluster him. So when she says something a little strange like Maternity clothing, Dick briefly wonders if she wants to be a mom.

He can help with that too.

But, he approaches her as her carefully-designed illusion fails her, moving to her side of the booth. He'll lean in to try and kiss her as she finishes saying the words 'Canvas jackets'. "I think you'll look hot in just about anything. Unless you wear a diaper." He laughs. "I /might/ have to laugh at you. if you try that. I can try your clothes and you can try on mine?"

Black Canary has posed:
The kiss lands and Dinah raises an eyebrow, before returning it.

"Public displays of affection. People might mistake us for an item," she says after the return. "We wouldn't want to lead them astray, would we?"

She turns in place to face Dick, raising a knee up onto the seat and hooking it under her other leg.

"Seriously, though, I haven't got anything in the works. Maybe just a walk along the river? We can watch the logs floating down."

Nightwing has posed:
Did the glass fog up or is it just that kiss?

"Do you want to be an item?" Dick asks her rather bluntly, even as she tucks her knee up under her leg, a smile on his face as he just /looks/ at her. Studies the smoothness of her face, the way her hair falls down to her shoulders, maybe even a little bit beyond. The curve of her neck. The tilt of the corners of her mouth every time she talks.

He doesn't reply at first, he just /smiles/. "Anything to hear your voice." He smiles at her playfully. "I'd love a good walk with you. Think we'll find woodchucks?"

Black Canary has posed:
"Bit late in the season for the chucks," Dinah says, shaking her head and letting her hair spill down her shoulders. "They'll be hibernating. I was thinking we could do a log driver dance, though. You'd love it, I'm sure. We pick a big log, you stand on one end, I stand on the other, and we try to do the fanciest dance moves we can without falling into the water.

Her eyes narrow as they rake over Dick appraisingly.

"You'll wind up in the drink, though, I'm sure."

Nightwing has posed:
"I guess you're right about that." Dick remarks, but anything else he could say - he's distracted by her hair. Long and golden, he moves his hand to play with it a little, as if to try and capture a strand around his finger and twirl it. But, she's telling him about a log dance.

"Sounds kinda hard. I dunno if I can outdance you, D." Dick laughs a bit, giving her a very sudden nickname in addition to her common 'pretty bird', but he shakes his head. "I'm a good acrobat, but a dancer, I am not." He laughs playfully.

"You'd be right. Mayyyybe we could spar?"

Black Canary has posed:
"Spar? You're really up for an ass-kicking then are you?" Dinah laughs. "Don't get me wrong, Dick. You're very good. One of the best." Dinah preens in an exaggerated fashion. "Thing is, I *am* the best."

Her eyes twinkle with amusement.

"But sure, let's spar. If you beat me, we'll be an item."

The baby blues are boring into Dick's skull now.

"That's my forfeit. What's yours?"

Nightwing has posed:
"Oh ho ho!" Dick seems to be invested in the spar now, at least more than usual. Before? It was all fun and games. Now? Now there's some serious skin in the game. "So if I win, we're an item." He waggles his brows. "I dunno if you're the best, but we're gonna find out." He grins toothily.

"If I lose, I'll pay you a year's wages." OOF. Given Dinah's work environment, a year's wages can help her improve multiple areas of the store. Knowing it's Dick, he'd probably put in a little extra in the hat too.

"So, we got ourselves a deal?"

Black Canary has posed:
"What!? You're offering CHARITY!?"

The mock outrage in the voice is Dinah's tossing down the challenger's glove.

"I should kick your ass just for that!" she exclaims, grinning. "But if that's the way you want to waste your money, I can't think of a better place to put it."

She stands and gestures to the door. "I've got a little place set up in the woods for practicing. We'll spar there. Rules are simple: there's no rule beyond 'no permanent damage'. OK?"

There's a dangerous glint in her eyes as she makes the challenge formal and the rules (or lack thereof) clear.