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》 My Favorite...

Comics: Birds Of Prey By Gail Simone, Batman: Night Cries by Archie Goodwin and Scott Hampton, Batgirl (2000- 2006 series), Transformers by Daniel Warren Johnson, and so many more!

Books: The Secret History, Tender is the Flesh, and To Kill a Mockingbird.

Characters:

DC: Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Dinah Lance, Oliver Queen, Richard Grayson, Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent

Fallout: Craig Boone, Moira Brown, Nick Valentine, and Fisto.

Games: The Batman Arkham series and The Fallout series.

Movies: The Batman (2022), The Green Mile, Batman: Mask of the Phantasm

Shows: Wonder Woman (the 70s Lynda Carter series) and Batman the Animated Series

》 Politics

♡ Fuck generative AI

♡ Fuck Trump

♡ Fuck ICE

♡ Free Palestinian

♡ Free Congo

♡ Free Sudan

♡ Free Ukraine

♡ If you don't at least try to speak up about any injustices occurring in the world, you are a LOSER

♡ LGBTQIA+ rights

♡ Fuck fast fashion and brands who practice animal cruelty

》 I will NOT write anything that includes

Incest/Psedo-incest

Physical, Mental, or Verbal abuse

Gore

Non-con/dub-con

Right after dinah finds out about oracle's identity, they become friends but it quickly turns into friends with benefits. Mutual pining.

Black Canary, AKA Dinah Lance, had been working with the mysterious entity known as Oracle. It seemed that Oracle knew everything about everyone, including herself- that was hardly difficult to fathom because Oracle had chosen Dinah to be her foot soldier.

The more and more time spent working with/for Oracle, the more Dinah became invested in wanting to know more about the mysterious Oracle. She knew Oracle was a female who worked with the Suicide Squad in the past, as well as the vigilantes in Gotham, where Dinah was from. All that's listed above is all Dinah knew about Oracle- well, that and she had an insanely strong will, was intelligent, witty, and at times overbearing. Lord knows that the two of them have had their rough patches, even if you didn't count the endless number of times Dinah became upset with Oracle because she felt Oracle was being too controlling.

However curious Dinah was to find out more about Oracle only seemed limited to whatever Dinah could pick up through conversation. She wasn't a detective afterall. (at least on her own time, sometimes missions with Oracle required detective work, but said detective work was really just Dinah getting evidence and then Oracle pricing the mystery itself together.)

Others, unlike Dinah, were more than eager to try to discover who Oracle was. Blockbuster, the ruling crime king of Blüdhaven. Blockbuster hired a cohort of people ranging from mercenaries like Lady Vic to so-called hacking experts. Their plan was to find people whom Oracle worked with (Dinah and Richard Grayson), and attempt to torture them into giving up any information they knew on Oracle. To Blockbuster, Oracle was an omnipotent being and, more importantly, a thorn in his side that he needed to be rid of, because without Oracle, vigilantes in all of Gotham, Blüdhaven, and other large hubs would be wounded by Oracle's loss. Oh, and Oracle had been taking money from Blockbuster's offshore accounts and funneling the funds to more charitable causes.

Oracle knew all of this (because of course she did) and devised a plan for when they eventually came for her. She moved around a bit and finally settled in a docked submarine for her temporary base. She would be damned if she was going out without a fight. Dinah and Dick had both been held up and couldn't immediately come to Oracle's aid. So when Blockbuster and his hired help came knocking, Oracle had already laid out trap after trap after trap. Eventually, Oracle went in herself to give the hired goons a handful of bruises that would hurt like hell. Due to some of the exessive nature of the traps, the submarine she was operating in was actively filling up with water, which she used to her advantage.

Damn!

One of the goons had shot her. Dinah was actively blaming herself for not driving faster to Oracle. Oracle was running out of options. The submarine was filling with water, she was shot, and her legs had already been rendered immobile years ago. She only had one option left: save herself and swim to the top. When she got to the top, Dinah was there.

Dinah pulled Oracle out of the water, saying

"Got here right on time, huh, Oracle... you are Oracle, right?"

"No... not Oracle. It's Barbara. Call me Barbara,"

That was when Dinah finally discovered the Oracle's name for the first time. Dinah held Oracle, embracing her before helping Barbara to safety.

Dinah quickly grew to calling Oracle, Barbara, and then transitioned into calling Barbara, Babs.

Since Babs told Dinah her identity and invited her into Bab's life, the two became friends quickly. They would hangout at the Clocktower, either actively working on a case or just passively spending their downtime together. Somehow, take-out was always present.

With every major event, good or bad, they were there for eachother. When Barbara found herself with an odd ability to directly communicate with computers and suffered a seizure, it was Dinah who brought her to the Hospital, and Dinah who was by Barbara's side when Babs awoke. And the flowers Dick Grayson brought over.

"The flowers? From Dick. Honestly, I haven't even heard of half of these flowers, and I'm the one who owns a floral shop... what a try hard," Dinah says as she embraces Babs, who was still just waking up.

"Didn't stick around long, hm?" She asks.

"Not at all. Not like me anyways," Dinah jokes, still holding Babs. Dinah really didn't want to let go. Barbara's seizure had scared the living shit out of Dinah. A small, irrational part of Dinah kept whispering that if Dinah let go of Babs, it would mean letting go forever.

"I'm better for ya than he ever was" Dinah continues on. It might've been a bit snide on her part, but Babs herself was no stranger to criticizing Dinah's love intrests.

"I don't doubt that... we broke up for a reason- but hey, since you said that, now you aren't allowed to ever give me shit for mentioning your past flames"

"Fair point. They were all pretty shitty, hm? Even Ollie to an extent,"

"Hey, I'm better for you anyways," Barbara replies, echoing Dinah's earlier statement.

It was moments like that that forced both Barbara and Dinah to consider the parameters of what they both considered friendship. Friendship that was rife with moments like that, where the words seemed too sincere to be just playful, meaningless flirtation. Where the embraces lastd too long. Where Dinah's hands lingered on Babs' neck or back when giving her a massage.

On a night when Dinah successfully completed a mission, she brought a bottle of nice wine and some takeout from the Italian restaurant that was near the Clocktower. The mission wasn't necessary a big one, but it was the kind that left someone with hope.

Upon entering the Clocktower, Dinah went over to where Barbara was parked in front of her oversized monitor and wrapped her arms around the redhead from behind.

"You reek of garlic. Wherever you went, you better have brought me something," Barbara begins.

"I brought stuff for us," Dinah corrects. "And a nice bottle of wine..."

"Aww, you shouldn't have... give me a few minutes and I'll be there." With that, Barbara wraps up the file she is working on, unsets the break on her wheelchair and goes over to where Dinah was laying out the to-go boxes, filled with overpriced appetizers, pasta, breadsticks, and dessert.

"Since it was just Valentine's Day, buisness at the Floral Shop was really booming, so I splurged," Dinah confesses. "Did you have a valentine?"

"No, I didn't" Barbara begins, lifting herself out of her wheelchair and onto the couch next to Dinah. "Ted Kord did try to call, but I missed it... plus I can't say I'm all too interested anymore. Did you have a valentine?"

"No, too busy allowing myself to enjoy the vacation you just recently took me off of." Dinah says, pouring them each a healthy helping of the wine. "Consider this my unofficial late 'will you be my valentine?'"

"Me? Be your valentine?"

"Yeah, I know it's late, but I already said this. What, is this set up not romantic enough for you, Babs?"

"Not nearly romantic enough. No roses, no chocolate, no nothing!" She replied sarcastically. "But, I suppose I'll have to settle... yeah, I'll be your valentine."

"Hey, there is chocolate in the dessert I got us, actually, so you can take that comment back!"

The sarcastic, flirty banter between them continued as they ate and sipped on the wine. Each one wondered to what extent the other was saying was true. And, to what extent they themselves were telling the truth within the "joking" remarks.

By the time they got to dessert, the wine had been finished, leaving them both full physically and a bit tipsy. They cleaned up the coffee table they had eaten on and settled down to watch a movie. Both were in a bit of a food coma. They lay on each other while watching the movie. Barbara's head was lying on Dinah's breast, near enough to hear her heartbeat, and Dinah had her arms wrapped securely around Babs' torso, with Dinah's chin almost sitting on Barbara's head. Barbara was severely slumped down (made sense considering Dinah is really short and Babs is relatively tall, that's the only way this position would work)

"What if you were my valentine next year, too?" Dinah asks. Her tone was a bit too bold to be fully brushed off as yet again, just playful.

"I wouldn't mind that," Barbara says.

Dinah kissed the top of Barbara's head, right in the middle where Babs' hair parted.

"Do you mind that?" Dinah asks, too cautiously for someone who's always so bold.

"... no," Barbara replies cautiously.

Dinah then moved to kiss Barbara's temple, asking the same thing yet again.

"And that?"

She continues doing the thing, until finally after Barbara confirmed she didnt mind a kiss planted by Dinah on the corner of her lip, did Dinah fully kiss her. It was just a soft peck at first, followed by the same damn question that was beginning to annoy Barbara.

"And tha-"

"Yes- just stop being a tease," Barbara interrupts, pulling Dinah toward her and kissing her. The kiss was still soft, but became heated all too soon. Too soon for either to really savor. However, savoring didn't really matter at this point anymore. What mattered is that both were now... needy.

In the morning, Dinah woke up first, lying in bed next to Barbara. For a moment, she just stared at the redhead, trying to remember the last time she saw Babs without her glasses. The last time was when she told Dinah her name. Looking back on the memory, a sense of fondness filled Dinah, which was ironic because in that moment, there was nothing but worry felt by her.

Realizing she allowed herself to get caught up in the thing of Barbara in such a fond light after the previous night's actions almost frightened Dinah. She had never... been with a woman. In fact, the Canary never considered herself anything but heterosexual until Barbara came along. Maybe that's why she and Ollie never seemed to keep things "on" for long in their on-and-off relationship.

Dinah pushed the tough out of her mind, not wanting to explore the implications of what any of this meant. For now, she'd just get up, take a shower, start some coffee, and maybe even breakfast.

It was another hour before Babs awoke. She woke up to find the half of the bed Dinah was sleeping in was cold; Babs' first thought was that Dinah left. The thought was wiped away when she heard the distant sound of the coffee machine dripping from the kitchen. Babs sat up, took a few deep breaths, and then began to do her morning stretches out of habit. The stretches helped manage her pain- the mornings always seemed to be the worst. Babs was always sore when she woke up, but now even moreso due to her activities from the night before. It also wasn't just soreness- it was a bit of a slap in the face because for the first 23 some years of her life, she was perfectly able bodied, and able to jump out of bed. Every morning, there was still a small piece of her that tried to fall back into that same routine she had before she became paralyzed: just jump out of bed! But every morning, she reminded herself she couldn't just do that; she now had to work at it. She obviously had accepted her disability long ago, but it wasn't to say she did not have lapses where, momentarily, she wished things were as easy as they once had been.

After her stretches, she pulled herself into her wheelchair and went out to see Dinah cooking breakfast. To anyone observing, it looked like a perfectly domestic situation. Just cooking breakfast for your darling after making love the night before. But it wasn't that. There was unspoken tension in the air. The air was buzzing, but not with excitement, with adversarial chills. Both Dinah and Babs knew that if they spoke about the previous night and its implications, it would explode, like a room filled with gasoline if a match were struck. The only way to combat the tension in the air was to continue on as if nothing happened between them, as if the night spent together was just some type of girls' night where they stayed up through the night telling stupid jokes and not doing things that were more nefarious.

They did just that: talked about anything but- they even talked about the damned weather. Barbara continued as if nothing had happened, and so did Dinah. They continued as if nothing happened for weeks until they found their way into the others' beds yet again. It was a cycle of passionate love, tense mornings, and then back again to the "normalacy" of their friendship.

Their night time meetings and sleepovers became less frequent as the Birds of Prey grew. First with Huntress, then Lady Blackhawk.... then some drama with Huntress and her leaving.

When Huntress left, it put a lot of strain on the team. Barbara felt like a failure as a leader, and Dinah was left wondering if anything Helena said when she left was true. It was mainly Dinah who comforted Barbara after the team's loss of a member. When they had their occasional hookup, for weeks after Helena had left the team, the sex felt more like a stress relief instead of their usual, unspoken love-lets-not-call-it-love making.