Don’t know why I posted this, just a screencap of Batgirl after interrogating two sex workers, one of whom looks an awful lot like Black Canary. nbg
Bachelorette Party by Ksennin.
The real reason Dinah and Ollie aren’t married in the Nu52. Be sure to tell the artist if you’d like to see more.
“Barbara,” a voice said.
“Baaaarbara,” it repeated, drawing the word out spookily.
“’m trying to sleep!”
“What!? What is it?” Barbara said, pulling herself up by the support rings.
Dinah was standing at the foot of her bed. She looked a bit more translucent than Barbara remembered, as well as being covered in chains.
“Whaddya want?” Barbara asked, feeling her head being inexorably drawn in by the black hole of her warm, comfortable pillow.
“Much,” Dinah answered. “Ask me who I was.”
“No. You’re Dinah. Really-frickin’-annoying-me-when-I’m-trying-to-sleep Dinah, but still Dinah.”
"It is required of every man that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellowmen, and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death. It is doomed to wander through the world…”
“Oh, God, is this Dickens? This is, isn’t it? I’m having a Dickensian nightmare and I cast myself as Ebeneezer Scrooge. Oh, the gender issues that raises… that’s one for the dream journal, yup.”
Dinah planted her hands at her hips in a huff. “No, Barbara, I am not an undigested bit of beef or a blot of mustard. There is more of grave than of gravy about me.”
“Okay, so you’re supposed to be Jacob Marley,” Barbara said through a yawn. “If that’s the case, shouldn’t you be dead? Heck, Ted Kord would be a much better choice for the role. And it would give a delightful homosexual subtext to the original!”
“Oh, like I’m not. And although I am not dead in the conventional sense, I am dead to you. You don’t call, you don’t write…”
“I’m really busy,” Barbara said defensively. “If people would stop bugging me when I was trying to sleep, maybe I would be well-rested enough to send you an e-card.”
“An e-card!” Dinah shook her chains. “Woe onto you, Barbara, for what manner of friend fails even the most dubious measure; that of seeing a mildly amusing greeting card at a store and buying it on impulse?”
“Why are you talking like that?”
“I doth not know!”
“Doth isn’t Victorian, doth-ass. And what’s with the chains?”
“Oh, these?” Dinah rattled them. “These are for a photo shoot with Maxim. They want me to be fetishized and apparently the fishnet stockings and singlet I wear all the time aren’t enough. Anyway, you know the basic plot of A Christmas Carol?”
I had to take the earlier gif set down because I noticed the problems with it, in terms of color and text alignment (mi dispiace!)
But I’ve fixed it and uploaded it again.
“Looks like we’re in this together.”
“If you call me girlfriend, I’m gonna drop kick you into the next county.”
“Now don’t go all sentimental on me.”
Grudge Match - Jlu
Am I the only one who thought Dinah goosed Helena in the fourth gif?
Ha ha, WHAT?
Okay, I watched the trailer and it’s just Barbara talking to Huntress and Canary, then going to have sex with some cop. I really don’t think they know their fanbase. “Okay, what do Birds of Prey fans really ship? I know! Barbara/men!”
Her consciousness faded with the pain into a deep, dreamless sleep in which she was vaguely aware of time passing, but it was as meaningless as a pint of water in a river. She woke up naked, which should have scandalized her. Why would she be naked if she weren’t in a bath? But her bed was as warm as a bath. There was something hard and unyielding at work between her legs, and something a good deal wetter and warmer touching her bosom.
Dinah moaned in delight as the pleasure traipsed through her, like electricity through the new lines that were being buried throughout the city. She didn’t know who was in bed with her and didn’t care—only she did know, on an instinctual level, that only one could ultimately bring her this kind of pleasure.
“Barbara,” she breathed, smiling with great glee.
As if summoned, the Countess appeared in the doorway and turned on the lights. Dinah barely had time to take in the bedroom—a four-poster bed with lewd sculptures of nymphs and satyrs and other mythological beasts carved into the bedposts, a Florentine painting of the Greek gods cavorting across from the foot of the bed (with the orgy depicted as lovingly as Botticelli would paint Venus, complete love and sensuality), and of course clothes strewn about the floor—when Barbara had crossed to the bed and pulled the sheets off.
Zinda and Helena were in bed with her, Zinda’s eyepatch the only bit of clothes between them. They were still caressing her when Barbara pulled them up by the hair like they were as light as feathers.
“She is mine!” Barbara roared, and threw the ladies toward the door. “I will punish you later!”
“Looking forward to it,” Helena quipped as Zinda pulled her out of the room. They were just embracing as the door slammed shut.
Barbara pulled the sheet back up over Dinah and pulled a chair to her bedside. She sat down heavily. There was blood drying on the front of her shirt, with her jacket and tie having disappeared.
“I must apologize for them. They had assumed—“ She shook her head. “I didn’t mean to move this fast.”
“You… planned this?” Dinah gathered the sheets more fully around herself.
“If I had told you outright of my particulars, what would you have done?”
“Probably panicked. Maybe… that still doesn’t make it okay, what you did.”
“I do know that.” Barbara rubbed at her temples. “I had hoped that, in time, you would come to understand. And when you did, you could make a fair choice from all the facts, just like my wards.”
“Are they vampires too?” Dinah demanded.
“Not yet. Vampirism freezes the aging process. I want them to be at least in their twenties before I do that. Besides which, they’re children. They’re not yet old enough to choose this life.”
“You bit me.” Dinah felt the linen of the bandage around her throat.
“My strain of vampirism allows me to consume normal food, but when I was that close to your blood, the temptation was just too great. Just the smell of it overstimulated my hypothalamus.”
“Oh… I never knew that was what it was called.”
“I stopped myself as soon as I could, but… I still took much. Luckily, Steph is your blood type. But I still imagine it will take some time for you to return to full health. You can speed the process by encompassing your diet, but… I’m so sorry, Dinah. I never meant to show you that side of myself. I know how it scares people. The hunger, the lust, the power. My worst nightmare was to dominate you so completely. I won’t ask your forgiveness. But I feel you deserve understanding, if only so your nightmares make sense.”
“Nightmares?” Barbara was starting to leave. “Countess… Barbara, wait!” Dinah got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around herself haphazardly. She suddenly felt lightheaded and tripped, but Barbara was there to catch her with impossible speed. Dinah was lowered to the floor, Barbara still clutching her protectively.
“I warned you,” she started to say, but Dinah put a finger to her lips.
“It was a little romantic, actually.”
“The way you were so lustful, yet so gentle about it…” Dinah petted Barbara’s hair. “I liked it.”
“…that’s the trauma talking, you don’t know what you’re saying. I’m a monster.”
“You’re my friend,” Dinah insisted. “Maybe… something more than that. I don’t know what. But if I go home, will you promise not to leave?”
“Dinah, I could’ve killed you.”
“No, you couldn’t have. I felt it, I felt the way you fought the hunger.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” Dinah searched Barbara’s face for a sign of the emotion she’d so delighted in earlier, but the Countess was cold as the grave. “Let’s give it some time. I’ll heal, you can work out a detailed explanation for all this, and we can see each other again.”
“I’ll take you back home,” Barbara agreed quietly.
“Can you give me a book to read?”
Barbara’s smile resurrected itself. “Of course, Dinah.”
“Yes, my bride?”
“Could you kiss me once more?”
“It may feel… very intense.”
Dinah nodded. “I’m ready now.”
As they kissed, Dinah’s tongue felt out the intriguing sharpness of Barbara’s canine teeth. What a thing to have hidden behind those pale lips. Almost like the passions hidden within the covers of one of Barbara’s humble books. There was no telling how many secrets the Countess hid. But Dinah wanted to know every one of them.