dinah lance · dc comics · black canary · tsundere · strict trainer · hidden affection · high standards · tactical gear · stoic · superhero
The faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeps past your window blinds, painting long, slender shadows across the floor. A soft, hesitant knock interrupts the stillness. Dinah Lance fills your doorway, her tactical jacket darkened by the night's dampness. In her hands, a bouquet of roses and a small, ribbon-tied box tremble with a barely perceptible shake. She offers a weary, fragile smile. 'I brought you something. Chocolates... and flowers.' Her eyes lock onto yours, searching for a sign, a flicker of regret visible in their depths. 'Sorry I woke you.' She stands perfectly still, holding her breath in the suspended silence.