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Other Masks	By : Heton Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 5833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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1. Kory

Kory examined herself in the mirror. It was the adopted vanity of her newfound homeland to check to see if the armor still fit. Of course it fit. Not to say there was no voluptuousness to her body, but it was in perfect proportion to her height and musculature. A warrior’s body. Her muscles were meant for use, not for show. And the armor still fit her like a second skin. In battle, its curves could distract the enemy. Outside of battle, they could entice a… friend. Kory hoped to use it for both.

Dick has been talking all week about cracking down on a drug ring. Unable to parlay his police influence into a raid, not without risking a leak, he had resolved to attack the central warehouse himself as Nightwing. To hear him tell it, it would be under minimum protection. All he would have to do was set a few firebombs. The hardest part would be to make sure no one was where they weren’t supposed to be and got hurt.

Kory had been given bomb-making detail. She hefted the bombs in her canvas bag. Not that they would be needed. Still, when dealing with someone who could be as… how did Donna say…? As control-freaky-deaky as Dick Grayson, obeying the letter of the law could oft times be as important as obeying the spirit.

“Kory, you home?” Dick called from the other room, his voice just audible over the sound of the door slamming. Kory’s sensitive nostrils picked up the smell of him changing out of his sweat-drenched clothes and into the distinct odor of the Nightwing skinsuit.

“I am here, beloved,” Kory called back, stepping into his room.

He was sitting on her… on their bed, tugging his black, skintight trousers on. “You got the detonators ready?”

”Yes, I have. But they will not be necessary.”

Dick looked up, noticing what Kory was wearing. He decided to go for the obvious question first. “Why won’t they be necessary?”

“Because I will be accompanying you. My starbolts can achieve the desired goal without greater speed and precision. Besides which, it’s been so long since we fought together.” She sensualized herself, arching her back a little, tilting her head back, eying his crotch for any motion. “You remember when we used to fight as one, don’t you? Robin and Starfire, Teen Titans! We were quite a pair…”

“We still are,” Dick assured her, standing up to jump up and down into his pants. “But in the real world, not in… that,” he said the last part as he jerked his head towards the window.

“To you, that is the real world,” Kory argued.

“Kory, I love you. But our styles don’t mesh like that. You have your superhero thing, I have mine. Just because we’re… well, we’re us, doesn’t mean we have to do everything together.”

“Lately, it seems to mean we don’t do anything together.”

“I’m sorry, Kory, really I am. But things have been busy lately. You know what it’s like.”

“If you cared,” Kory said, eyes burning. “You would make time! Just as I have made time for you!”

That was a cheap shot and they both knew it. Nightwing put on his mask. “I have a drug ring to stop. We’ll talk about this when I get back.”

But they didn’t, of course. He crawled into bed beside her and let Kory undress him. She didn’t bother to initiate a lovemaking session. It would be unsatisfactory, anyway, just like the previous attempts. She knew all too well whose style meshed with his.

Barbara.

Frellin’.

Gordon.

2. Barbara

Barbara didn’t resent Kory. But she couldn’t help but notice that, now that Kory and Dick had gotten back together, the alien had taken to actually wearing pants. And a shirt. They were a little baggy, even, like normal people would wear. And just like normal people, Barbara and Kory sat in the living room of Barbara’s apartment, sipping tea. Kory took hers with lots of milk. Her golden skin was accentuated with a very long necklace that went all the way down to her navel, as could be glimpsed when her shirt laid flat against her chest, and some hoop bracelets that rattled up and down her wrists with every gesture.

Barbara almost felt underdressed. She didn’t wear clothes the way Kory did, never had. It flummoxed Barbara that so much of her sex appeal was unintentional; she hardly knew where to begin when it came to putting out signals. But to Kory, that came naturally. So even though Barbara didn’t resent the princess, it would’ve been perfectly understandable if she did.

“How’s Dick?” Barbara asked, because that was really all they had in common.

Kory shrugged, sipped her tea, looked away, and went through every other vaudevillian trick to hem and haw before finally coming right out with that alien straight-forwardness that any number of Earth years couldn’t blunt. “Did you ever have trouble in the bedchambers?”

Barbara knew it was silly to think Dick and Kory weren’t having sex… they were living together, for Christ’s sake, and the man hadn’t been chaste when they’d been together… but it still hurt a little to have it confirmed.

“We, ummm…” How to put this? “We had times when we didn’t feel it, about midway down our relationship. The early passion fizzles off and you start going through the motions instead of accepting that the love you feel is evolving.”

“But you still did it. Correct?”

“Yes, but you can’t force it. You have to…”

“I do not intend to force anything!” Kory said, standing up straight, a green glow flaming from the pulse of her wrist down through her handbones. “This is not a failing! I have been unable to capture Dick Grayson’s attention and wish your assistance! Was I wrong in coming here!?”

“No, no, I’ll help you. But I don’t understand why you came to me. I mean, when it comes to love-making, I’m sure you…”

“I do not speak of… technical know-how. I speak of matters of the heart. Dick Grayson is still in love with you.”

Barbara set down her tea, shocked. Of course. It fit. Like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Of course. Why hadn’t she seen it?

“He does not wish to love you,” Kory continued, some mutual camaraderie in their relationships rendering the words less hurtful. “But he cannot stop. I need to help him obtain closure. I need to help him let go of the past. If you truly wish for Dick to be happy, you will help me in this. For if we continue to let him be torn between us, no happiness will come to either of us.”

“Kory, I love him,” Barbara said simply, taking off her glasses. “I’ve always loved him. Part of me always will. But I don’t want… God, it’s not going to work out between him and I. I don’t want you to think I’m going to steal him away, because I don’t want to.”

“That is good. I would not allow it.”

“I guess what I’m saying is… I need closure too. And I think I know how to get it.”

3. Dick

It had started with a word. Falling back in love with Kory, that is. It was after he’d arrested Tarantula. Rock bottom. Even with Catalina, as fucked up as that whole relationship was, he’d had someone who cared about him. Then he’d had nothing.

He had needed someone to talk to, to sort his issues out, just so his nightmares made sense. Someone who wouldn’t judge him. When he showed up at her door, she said “hi,” with the clear implication that she was happy to see him. Not “Hi, you look like hell.” Not, “Hi, you’re a disappointment.” Just “hi.” Just “happy to see you.”

He’d stayed to talk. Then he’d stayed for dinner. Then he’d stayed for breakfast. And eventually, he just stayed.

Now, officially, he had moved in with her. Most of his stuff was destroyed in the fire, but he’d salvaged and replaced what he could, compromising his space with hers. It wasn’t easy. Having revisited Tamaran half a dozen times since they’d last met, she had become set in the ways of old customs, including but not limited to some kind of weird Tamaranian feng shui. He abided by it as best he could, even though this sometimes involved food. In the bathroom. Alfred would be appalled.

When he came home that evening, Dick was in no mood for love. A lucky punch had opened up a cut on his forehead. He’d sutured it shut, but it still ached constantly and stung whenever he touched it. After spending so much time in his suit, it had become soaked with sweat and heat, resisting his movements with its inflexibility. It squeaked and groaned with each motion. He’d waited too long to wash it and now was paying the price.

Then he saw Kory and he had the strong suspicion that he wasn’t going to get much sleep that night.

She was dressed in a reasonable approximation of Babs’ old costume. The mask was wrong; no eyeholes, just a blank space like a scuba cap, but she’d trimmed her hair down and even straightened it. It came down to about shoulder length. Thank God, she hadn’t put in the contact lenses that gave her pupils. That would’ve been too much. And that yellow bat insignia had never looked quite so… plump.

Kory filled it out too well. The material was stretched skintight in places, held in place with safety pins in other. She walked towards him, using a bit of her flight ability to stay upright in the boots she had never quite gotten used to (high heels and Earth gravity – a deadly combination).

“How do I look?”

Dick didn’t know what to say. When he found his voice, he had no control over what came out.

“Take it off.”

He didn’t know if it was meant as lust or anger. Neither did she.

She coquettishly held a hand over her mouth, as if to stifle a giggle. “Don’t you like it?”

“This is too messed-up. Even for me. C’mon, take it off.”

“Are you aroused?”

“I’m more confused than aroused.”

She drew up next to him, smiling. “I know a part of you that’s more aroused than anything.”

Kory rested her hand between his legs, rubbing his groin with the palm of her hand. He felt her touch right through his cup, felt her squeeze. He moaned lightly, didn’t try to squelch it until it was too late. She let her lips part to show her teeth and rubbed harder. Dick bit down on his lip to keep any sound from escaping, then tried to back away. She slapped her other hand down over his ass to hold him in place as she massaged him with longer strokes.

“Kory, I have work in the morning…”

“Cancel.”

“Important… meeting…”

“Cancel.”

“Blow him,” Barbara said over her comlink. “Once you’ve got your lips around his cock, he can’t say no.”

Kory hummed in cheerful thanks and took her hand away, only to toss Dick onto the bed. He felt ludicrous, the erection she had nurtured out of him turning his skinsuit into a tent. Giggling warmly, she peeled away his mask and kissed the bridge of his nose, his chin, Adam’s apple.

“Kory, please…” he muttered as she bit into his nipple right through the suit, hard enough to bruise. She couldn’t tell if he was begging her to stop or go on, so she split the difference and kept going.

With a click, the elastic loop that held the top of his suit to the bottom was undone. Kory pushed the shirt of his uniform up and kissed his abs, running her tongue down the crisp lines of his abdominal muscles. She had pushed his shirt up with the heel of her hands; now she closed her fingers, kneading them into his chest. Her thumb found a nipple, already hardened, and she pressed down on it. The next time Dick opened his mouth, it was to emit a drawn-out, clarion moan. He was enjoying himself.

Kory’s mouth reached the coarse beginnings of his pubic hair. She tugged his pants downwards, divesting him of his athletic supporter and underwear. Freed, his cock sprang to attention. It smelt strong and masculine; an almost overwhelming scent. Mating scent. She kissed the patch of skin right above its base, making him grit his teeth in a furious attempt at self-control. It was useless. He was putty in her hands.

She nibbled imperceptibly on the head of his cock, leaving faint indentations on the purpling flesh. He nearly cried out before she languidly took his cockhead between her lips and rolled it within her mouth, soothing the brief hurt. With an almost physical effort, Dick released his deathgrip on the bedsheets and moved his hands downward, letting them rest on her head. With lenient pressure, he urged her downward. Kory took more of him inside her mouth, billowing her cheeks as she sucked for the first time. This time Dick did cry out, a high-keened gasping sound, and buried his hands in her hair.

“Goddamn, Kory,” he said softly. She wasn’t even halfway down his cock yet.

He moved his hands to her cheeks, caressing her face, before he pricked his thumbs on the horns of her mask. Dick wasn’t even phased by the pain. He brought his thumbs down and, starting at the center of her hairline, drew the eyesockets of Batgirl’s mask around Kory’s eyes in blood. Kory pulled herself up, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to Dick’s cock, before she licked her lips and coiled her thumbs and forefingers around either of Dick’s hands. He struggled playfully. He couldn’t break her grip. Didn’t want to. She brought her luscious mouth around Dick’s thumbs and sucked the initial blood away. They giggled and she went up to kiss him before he shied away.

“All of it,” he said, smoothing her wrinkled cowl back onto her head. He had futzed it when he cut his thumbs. “Take all of it.”

“I could,” Kory said. “X’Hal fuck me, I could. Every last inch. Every last centimeter.”

“Show me.”

She buried her face in his abdomen, mock-pouting for a moment, before she bit his hipbone. Dick gave a little start and she latched onto his cock before he was ready, descending down to the midway point in a heartbeat. Grayson threw his head back and laughed with pleasure, more when he felt Kory’s hands running over his torso, pushing him to remove his top. He yanked it off, flinging it over her shoulders. Pleased, she pulled her lips off his manhood with an audible pop of broken suction and took something out of her utility belt.

“Oh no,” Dick said. “No way. God, Kory, you’re killing me.”

Kory looped Robin’s domino mask over his face, the cheap string in its back mussing up his hair.

“Spirit gum, it’s supposed to work with… where did you get this?”

“Costume store. It was this or the Wonder Woman/Superman ‘play’ set, and that would just be strange.”

“I’m not doing it.”

He tried to pull it off before she threw herself on him, pinning him down to the bed. “I will give you the greatest blowjob in the history of the word.” She nuzzled her face into the juncture between his neck and shoulders. “And the next time we go to a social function, I’ll wear that dress…”

“The frumpy one?”

“I’ll wear it for you.”

“Oh God… okay, okay, fine. Do your worst, Koriand’r.”

Kory’s smile was that of a cat that had gotten its cream. “I always do.”

Reaching under the bed, Kory fetched a few more articles of clothing. Despite Dick’s eye-rolling protests, she managed to cajole him into a red tunic that she let dangle unbuttoned, a yellow cape that closed around his neck, and (after tugging his boots off) even managed to shove his feet into a pair of pixie shoes.

The only way Dick could feel more absurd was if he had an erection. Oh, wait…

“Well, since you’re going to dress me up so much, the least you could do is take something off for me.”

Kory smiled and undid her cape. It stuck to every curve, first revealing her shoulders before it slid down her back. With almost disappointing speed, it whisked off her round buttocks and landed at her ankles, settling in a pile. Dick breathed in. He could see her nipples, hardened against her gray suit. Reaching out, he brushed one with the side of his hand. She whimpered. Sensitive, just as he’d suspected.

“Now, about that blowjob…”

“Later,” Kory said, a dangerous zeal in her eyes.

“Later?” Dick repeated, disappointed.

Kory brushed his vest open and ran a finger down over his ribs, feeling his body puff out with each breath. “No more waiting. I want you inside me.”

4. Kory

Kory loved Dick. That was the most important thing about their relationship. She loved everything about him, even the things she disliked, just because they were part of a man she loved. She loved the ways his eyes twinkled when he was excited about something, anything. She loved the way he could sense her moods and navigate them, pulling her out of the lows and riding atop the highs. And most of all, she loved the way he made her feel.

On Tamaran, the personal was the public. Embraces were exchanged in place of handshakes (Vic had explained to her that it was an ancient Earth custom to show that persons were bearing no weapons. Barbaric custom.). Nothing was thought of bare flesh; a mother nursing her babe was considered a lucky omen for all who saw it. Personal contact was frequent, a sort of slang that underscored their verbal language. A touch could convey as much sympathy as a sonnet.

She had sixty-seven close friends, a few of whom had been lovers. Kory could remember each one of them: their names, faces, a memorable incident or three. The way Jorand’r’s hair had shone in the sun like spun silver, the way Hallur’n’s smile lit up the night as they swam against the current of a raging river, the time the lovers Mellano and Vullen invited her to join them and the joy her acceptance had brought. Love wasn’t just between two people. It was on all sides, all degrees of intensity, from the warm smile of an acquaintance to the warmer kiss of a lifelong friend.

And on Earth, things were different. Everyone was so cloistered, so private. Kory was at a loss to understand how a people that could be so brave in the face of danger could be so frightened when it came to showing how they felt to one another. She was alone, marked as an outsider in a culture that seemed as schizophrenic as it was strange.

But when she was with Dick, it was like being back home. She had never loved anyone like him. It was… transcendent, was the only word she could think of. The way he touched her, talked to her, loved her. Dick was so open, she didn’t have to guess or rationalize at his feelings. She could see them, written plain on his face and the way he moved.

She could see his emotions now, feel them in the way his hands moved sinuously over her body. His smile conveyed it to her before he kissed her cheek, then under her ear, pulling her cowl back a little with his thumb to find a new spot to love. She purred and bent into his caress, laying her hands on him, showing him how she felt about him.

Kory shuddered just a little as he entered her, watching his pupils dilate slightly as the familiar feeling overtook them both. Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders for just a moment before they began, the two of them just luxuriating in each others’ intimacy.

“I love you,” she whispered in his ear. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

He didn’t have to say “I love you too,” but he did anyway.

5. Barbara

Barbara had never thought to say “I love you” during sex. Granted, she didn’t talk much during sex. None of that “Oh God, harder!” or “yes, yes, I’m coming!” Just grunts and the occasional embarrassing squeak. Really, she prided herself on making her partner make all the noise.

Koriand’r, on the other hand, was practically Jenna Jameson. She was the David Mamet of dirty talk. Craning her listening devices to the max, Barbara picked up whispers that even made her hot. It was that Kory voice. It was normally so bright and bubbly, but when she took it down a few octaves and let it be husky, she sounded like sex put to speech. God, that voice. She’d make a fortune if she ever went into phone sex.

On the monitor, one of her hidden cameras had found an optimal angle on Dick and Kory’s fun. Kory was moving slowly, sensually, but picking up speed, like a piston gearing up. Dick acted and reacted in the same breath, eliciting responses from her with quick and worshipful touches. That magic Barbara had never been able to recapture with him after the… incident. But they’d had fun trying and for a while they’d even thought it would be good enough, but The Way It Used To Be came between them. It always did. Long memories were a curse.

Barbara took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes. She didn’t feel like crying. She didn’t feel like anything. She didn’t know what she was supposed to feel. Part of her felt relieved that Dick was in good hands (heh), that at least one of them had found happiness. Seeing it for herself, there wasn’t any mistaking it. It was for the long run. Maybe in another life she could’ve had that with Dick. But not here. Not now.

She turned the volume up. There were the usual sounds; flesh against flesh, wet and muffled thumps, little involuntary grunts of exertion. Almost like a fight. Barbara smiled. That was all Dick. And there were the quieter sounds, Kory’s contented moans and excited gasps. It could’ve ended right then and Kory would’ve been satisfied. And Dick, Dick was trying to control himself, trying to resolve that paradoxical contradiction between Batman’s training and his own innate spontaneity. His muscles knotted, tensed, relaxed. He went with the flow, letting Kory guide him, then turning back around and showing her where he wanted to take her. It was beautiful, in a way. A deeply pornographic way, but still beautiful.

Barbara unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse. Under her bra, her breasts felt unseasonably warm. She ran one hand over the top of a breast. It felt good to touch, to be felt. It’d been too long since she allowed herself any pleasure. But just for the moment, she could imagine it was her wearing the Batgirl costume, doing those things…

She pulled her bra down a little to let one reddened nipple peak over the cup it was contained in, then tweaked it between her fingers. The sensation was so strong she actually gasped. She had been celibate for too long. The warmth in her breasts increased as she massaged them, losing the bra, the blouse. Sweat broke out over her body. It felt like she was in the room with the lovers. She turned the volume up more, switched to a closer angle.

Dick was panting, his skin flushed, his muscles becoming more tense than relaxed. It was almost time. Kory bore down on him, opening her mouth salaciously, moaning heatedly. With a heavy grunt, Dick stabbed into her. She cackled and clenched her hands over his shoulders as she rode him harder, turning his voice into a rhythmic cadence of husky bayings. Kory smiled at his utterances and went deeper, harder, faster. Dick went along.

Now muttering herself; nonsense words, technical gibberish, anything to make a noise; Barbara let a hand rove down her heaving belly and under her waistband. The results were less than desirable. Resting her elbows on the armrests of her wheelchair, she managed to lift herself up enough to push her pants down. When she seated herself again, the leather of her seat was shockingly cool against her bare ass. She enjoyed the novelty of the sexual detail and wished she could be seen as she plunged a finger into her cunt.

6. Dick

“Kory!” Dick wheezed hoarsely, feeling his throat constrain with lust.

The woman in question was still mostly dressed, having ripped an opening for him right in the crotch of her thighs, but given how tight her costume was, it really didn’t matter. Her tits surged impressively, like speed bags almost (and wow, I must spend too much time training if that’s the first analogy that springs to mind he thought), threatening to take his head off if he got too close. He risked it anyway, biting one, clamped-down teeth holding it in place. Kory growled in approval as he left bite marks on her areola.

“X’Hal, you are good at this,” she managed to, just barely, not scream. Her hair had broken free of its conditioner prison, frizzy and halfway to its natural curliness by the heat they’d imposed on it. Dick ran a hand through it affectionately before he released her breast, catching a glimpse of her smile before she moved against him again, her tongue hot against the roof of his mouth.

“Kory,” he repeated, in praise, in thanks, in all things. “Kory!”

“Batgirl,” she chided simply, fingers splayed over his shoulders. “I’m the goddamn Batgirl.”

Dick chuckled at the absurdity of it, one more piled atop the others, before he buried his face in the nape of her neck, licked up tangy sweat. “Kory,” he insisted.

She ceased moving, the sudden stop bringing into painful focus the torridness of his erection. It actually hurt to be that hard and not be in sight of relief. Grabbing her ass, he tried to tug her back into the pace they had established, but she remained stock-still.

“Call me Batgirl,” she said.

“No. Why?”

“Don’t you want me, baby?” She licked his sweaty brow, seeing the pinkness of his scalp through the swath of dark hair.

“Yes. Oh God, yes. Why are you stopping?”

“Because I’m not sure if you want me or her.”

Oh shit.

7. Barbara

Barbara paused on the verge of relief, the chill in the air palpable even through the computer monitor. Her hand circled her clit one last time and paused, leaving her flustered and hot. Damnit, princess, not now…

8. Kory

“Don’t be ridiculous, hon,” Dick said, resting a hand on her hip, less and less thought going towards his erection and more and more towards his future. “You’re the one I’m with.”

“By choice?” She insisted, all hint of sensuality gone from her person, replaced by the unknowable alien warrior. “I saw the way your eyes lit up when you saw this costume. I want to know, if you could have her, would you take her?”

It hurt, saying, no, forcing the words out. But they had to be said. Better to clear the air now then to let resentment take hold and make their time together unbearable.

A long pause, then: “No.”

Kory leaned forward, embracing him, ignoring the faint stir of heat in his groin. “Barbara’s watching us right now,” she whispered. “Listening, too. She still loves you. Do you want her… or me?”

It was shameful, the note of pleading that entered her voice when she spoke the words. But it couldn’t be helped. She would do anything for Dick, consider no sacrifice too great, and the intensity of her feelings prevented her from accepting any less from him. Please she though. Please let him feel the same way.

9. Dick

Dick’s hand placed itself between Kory’s shoulder blades, easing her closer to him. It was a heady experience. He could still feel his orgasm readying itself, yet with an almost narcotic clarity he still perceived and comprehended her words. Dick would almost call it tantric, if he subscribed to that philosophy. With frantic speed, his mind broke down the information at hand. Barbara. Kory. Everything they’d been through. Everywhere they could possibly go.

Closure was waiting.

“What we had,” he said softly, “was very special to me. But it’s over now. And I just don’t see us ever having it again. And it’s true, I would like nothing more to go back and fix some of the many, many mistakes I made, some of them in regards to her. But I. Love. You. I want to build a life with you. Please. Please stop torturing yourself. I’m not going to leave you.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Kory said, tearing off her costume as if it were cheap spandex, which it was. Her body awed Dick with its magnificence. “You stop torturing yourself over her and I’ll do the same.”

“Deal.”

They kissed and Dick gasped into her lips as she wrapped her legs around the small of his back.

10. Barbara

Barbara shut the monitor down. There was nothing left for her to see. In the morning, she’d send an agent to retrieve the bugs. No reason to overstay her welcome, either. For now, though, she was intent on slipping into bed and finishing what she had started in front of the computer.

Strangely enough, as she touched herself beneath the satin sheets, her mind shifted from visions of tight spandex over taut muscle and into fantasies of blonde hair and fishnet stockings.

Most, most peculiar. Particularly the orgasm, which was the strongest she could ever remember having on her own.

“’You are cordially invited to the wedding of Dick Grayson and Cori Lantro’,” Dinah read, stopping to lower the letter and gaze at Barbara. “’Cori Lantro’?”

“Culantro,” Barbara explained. “Also known as Eryngium foetidum. It has a very similar taste to coriander.”

Dinah smiled as she got the joke. “Oh. Oh, you’re mean. Remind me never to ask you to set me up a new identity if I ever want to get married to the man of my dreams.”

“Not a problem. Man of your dreams, girl of your dreams… isn’t real. It’s the real people you fall in love with, not the people you’re supposed to. That’s how you know you’ve made it work.”

“Yeah, well, call me unrealistic but I still wouldn’t say no to being swept off my feet once in a while. So, you going to attend?”

Barbara pondered a great many things: “Maybe. Just long enough to grab a slice of wedding cake. I wouldn’t want to be tempted when the pastor reaches that ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ part.”

“Fair enough.”

“So, you doing anything tonight?”

“I was thinking of renting a movie, beating up some generic thugs, the usual. Why?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to know if you wouldn’t mind maybe going with me. Getting something to eat. Spend some time doing something other than saving the world in secret.”

“Does this mean I finally get to subject you to Thai food?”

Barbara sighed. “If we must.”

“Fabulous. When are you going to pick me up?”

“Seven.” Dinah turned to write the number down on the back of the invitation’s envelope and Barbara slapped her ass. “Don’t be late.”

Eyes widening, Dinah turned around and saw Barbara’s pleased, flirtatious smile over her shoulder as the redhead rolled away. Thai food and a possibility of reestablishing a sex life. This could just be her lucky day.
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