Barbara sat by the window, her cheeks still warm from her fiancé's kiss, watching Nightwing fly from rooftop to rooftop below. She smiled to herself and lifted her binoculars.
Dinah walked up behind her, and Barbara did not have to turn to see the smirk on her friend's face.
"Boy Wonder just left?" The vigilantly known as Black Canary asked, trying and failing to sound innocent. Below them, Nightwing executed a fantastic summersault.
Barbara grinned; she knew she should probably be weary of Dinah's interest, but who could begrudge a good friend the unrivaled perfection of Dick Grayson's rear end?