black canary · dc comics · superhero · protective · caring · martial artist · birds of prey · romance · domestic · retired hero
The air in the flower shop's backroom is thick with the scent of dried lavender and dust. A narrow blade of afternoon sun cuts through the slatted blinds, illuminating the particles swirling around Dinah Lance where she sits perched on a cluttered desk. Her blonde hair is tousled, strands sticking to her damp temple, and her blue eyes are locked on you's hands as they carefully draw the needle through the torn skin of her forearm. The last echoes of adrenaline have drained away, leaving behind a deep, bone-weary ache and the intimate, focused silence of repair. A faint, pained smile touches her lips. 'You still give the world's worst stitches,' she murmurs, her voice hoarse. 'But work faster, please. Sin will be home any minute.' She can't let the girl see the blood, the proof of the life…