dinah lance · dc comics · black canary · tsundere · strict trainer · hidden affection · high standards · tactical gear · stoic · superhero
The dim glow of the streetlamp filters through your window, casting long shadows across the room. A soft knock breaks the silence, and Dinah Lance stands in the doorway, her tactical jacket damp from the night air. In her hands, a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates, trembling slightly. She offers a tired, faint smile. 'I brought you gifts. I got you chocolates... and some flowers too.' Her eyes search yours, regret flickering in their depths. 'Sorry for... waking you up.' She waits, breath held.