Note: I'm planning on having further chapters, but I don't know when they'll be published. You've been warned.

I don't work Young Justice nor DC Comics.

"Give up, Blackbird!"

"Tsk! Batgirl, you're the one tied up, my dear. I believe that means I have the upper hand. And besides, you should know better by now," he walked around the heroine, "I don't submit to goody two-shoes."

She struggled against his ropes, but he had done the job well — she was stuck against the empty warehouse's support beam. Hearing her struggle, Blackbird put down the royal gem of the night's heist — the famous blue diamond of Gotham — and stalked towards her, his pitch black kevlar suit shifting with every step.

"However," he cooed and got right up against her, looking her up and down, "I'm all about dominating goody two-shoes. You up for some fun, Batbrat?"

She scoffed, but it was half-hearted. The guy was a babe and over the last three months they had enjoyed several back and forth confrontations. Every time she caught sight of that creme white bird silhouette on his chest, she had to stop herself from smiling. Unlike the other criminals of her city, Blackbird was more trickster than villain … and he was flexible. And she wanted him.

"You're sexy as hell, you know," he muttered into her ear, his hand skimming her arm, "Your red hair, the way you move … it drives me crazy. The things we could do together. It would be dynamite."

She twitched despite herself.

"I—" she stammered, "I can't do anything tied up." He jerked back to look at her, to see if she was serious. Oh, she was serious and he knew it now. Even through the domino mask, his eyes were dark with lust. He brought his gloved hand to her mouth, his thumb grazing her lower lip.

But Blackbird turned his head towards the sounds of the sirens wailing outside. He ran a hand through his raven black hair and swore in frustration. Before she could say anything, Blackbird came back to her and gave her a quick but heated kiss — she cursed herself for whimpering as he pulled away.

"Next time," he clenched his jaw, "I'm getting you naked. That's a promise."

She heard his footsteps melt into the silence of the night just as the front doors opened with none other than Commissioner Gordon running through.

"Are you OK, Batgirl?" her dad asked as he started untying her. But as soon as the ropes came undone, Barbara ran out the back. But he was long gone into the cool Gotham night.

"Fuck."

Later that night, Barbara enjoyed an extra long shower, her head full of images of dark hair and wicked smiles and talented fingers.