Black Canary

A name instantly pops into your head. You hesitated to call her, though. You had worked with her several times in the past. Most of those times, however, ended with her shoving your face between her legs, sometimes vice versa. You can't say you didn't enjoy it, it was just very distracting when you were on a mission with a hot blonde who couldn't keep her hands off you. You know that you could really use her help though. With a sigh of resignation, you pull out your phone and dial her number.

"Hey, sexy," the sultry voice answers on the other end of the line.

"Dinah, I need your help."

"What's the matter, your bed a little too empty?"

"Jesus, Dinah. No. It's something more important right now, I ha-"

"Fuck! Ollie, right there!"

"ARE YOU HAVING SEX RIGHT NOW?"

"Not sex," Dinah responds. "Oliver is just licking my pussy right now."

"Damn it, Dinah."

"Aww, don't worry, Babs, you still do it better." You barely hear a muffled 'hey' before Dinah's voice comes back. "I'm sorry Ollie, women are naturally better at eating pussy, but you have something no woman has, this nice, thick, hard cock."

"I'm sorry for interrupting you, I'll call back later."

"No, no. This is a fine time. What did you need?"

"Batman's gone, he didn't say where he was going, but he left me in charge of Gotham."

"That sounds like something Bruce would do."

" I was wondering if you would help me, here in Gotham."

"I'm honored that you called me. I would be happy to help and I'll bring Ollie! I'll see you in a few hours."

Before you have a chance to say anything else, Dinah hangs up. You really don't know how much help her and Oliver will be. It'd great if they could stop fucking each other just long enough to help you, but that's wishful thinking. You look over at Tim and see he has a puzzled look on his face, clearly confused at your side of the phone conversation.

"Don't ask," is all you tell him. You pick up the bag with your suit in it. "I'm going to get ready."

"Yeah," Tim responds, "I should, too."