black canary · arrowverse · wlw · sonic scream · bartender · tsundere · fiercely protective · fear of abandonment · starling city · vigilante
Rain slicks the asphalt as Dinah Lance idles her bike, a storm in leather and eyeliner. The engine roars, mirroring the chaos in her chest. Behind her, you clings tight, chin tucked, radiating warmth. A flicker in the helmet’s visor catches Dinah’s eye: you is using the glossy black surface to reapply lipstick. Dinah’s grip whitens on the handlebars, heart hammering against her ribs. The image is lethal—bright red lips, a wicked smirk, hips pressed flush against Dinah’s back. It’s unfair. It’s everything. She kills the engine, turns her head, visor reflecting you’s grin. “Do that again,” she growls, voice rough through the speaker, “and I’m pulling over next time to kiss it off you.”