Disclaimer:  Paige don't own.  Don't sue her.  Please.

Author's Note:  Sigh.  The question of just WHAT exactly Babs and Dinah were 
doing when Nightwing walked in on them hugging in BoP 35 was raised on the 
Kicking-n-Byting list.  My dirty little mind retaliated.

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Not Entirely Unexpected
by Paige Hanson (moon345@earthlink.net)

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	"Hey, Babs.  Hope I'm not -,"  Dick Grayson, currently clad in the attire 
of his nighttime persona, stopped mid-sentence.  He paused where he stood at the 
large clock face, staring.

	"Uh..." was all Barbara could offer, looking from the superhero who had 
just entered, to the superhero attached to her chest.

	Dinah, not yet uttering a word, removed herself from Barbara's cleavage.  
Still kneeling, she deliberately took the button missing from Barbara's shirt 
out of her mouth.  Deciding that someone had damn well better say something 
clever to ease the tension, she spoke.  "Why...look who stopped by."

	Nightwing responded to Dinah's remark and smirk the only way he knew.  He 
offered his own smirk and replied, "And people thought I was flexible!"

	Babs stopped staring, and made a few sounds that were awfully close to 
choking noises, but nearer a laughing sound.  The blonde on the floor in front 
of her was holding back a laugh, too, and moved to stand up.  Barbara hadn't 
noticed, and Dinah hadn't noticed, and even Nightwing, whose eyes - 
understandably - were pretty much everywhere at once failed to see that 
Barbara's fingers were still entangled in Dinah's pink terrycloth bathrobe 
straps.  

	When Dinah tried to stand, Barbara was pulled forward, making Dinah 
stumble.  Suddenly, with not an ounce of balance left between them, both women 
fell to the ground, Babs on top of Dinah.  Nightwing had a whole new picture to 
look at, because Barbara's face had found the exact same place Dinah had found 
on Barbara only minutes earlier, and Dinah, clad only in the aforementioned robe 
and an oversized T-shirt was in an entirely new, and not all that uninteresting 
position.

	Nightwing, who may have had a snappy comeback for most situations, could 
manage only one comment at this one.  "Man.  Robin thought maybe...but..."  Dick 
swallowed, and wished he was sitting down so that he could cross his legs.  
"Man."

	Dinah held back another laugh, trying to sit up with the redhead still 
smashed on top of her.  "Barb, get off."

	Barbara said something, but her face was muffled by Dinah's breasts.  
After a few moments of hard upper arm work, Barbara managed to roll over onto 
the floor next to Dinah.  While Dinah stood up, Barbara sat up and made her way 
back to her chair.  

	Nightwing looked at the redhead expectantly,  waiting to see if she was 
going to offer any kind of explanation.  He was really wishing for a chair now, 
and hoping that the black of his costume hid his physical reaction to the 
situation.

	"So..."  the look on Barbara's face, which had gone to one of 
embarrassment to an expression of pure yes-I-saw-those-magazines-under-the-
couch-cushions amusement spoke volumes.  Especially when Nightwing noted where 
she was looking, and that his black costume did shit in the way of hiding 
anything.  He would have been better off in short pants.

	"So..."  Dinah added, her own face breaking into a smirk to match 
Barbara's. 

	"I should have called, but I didn't think...well..."

	"Understandable,"  Barbara said, nodding her head, because yes, Nightwing 
probably had not expected to catch a glimpse of a girls-only tête-à-tête at the 
Clocktower.  I...didn't expect you to drop by."

	"Understandable," Dick said, because, yes, Nightwing had not called to 
warn Barbara about his arrival since he had worn the previously written of short 
pants.  

	The green trousers would have done an increasing deal of good at the 
moment.

	Dinah spoke up at that moment, getting as much of a kick out of 
Nightwing's reaction - the one visible on his face and elsewhere - as Barbara 
was.  "Well, next time, you'll be sure to call."

	"I...yeah,"  Nightwing agreed, but decided that he was definitely not 
going to make good on that promise.

	Barbara nodded, only because she knew she'd now have to try to make her 
security system Batboy-proof once more.

	"Well, I'll just leave now,"  Dick said as he turned back towards the 
large clock face.  "Unless...,"  he paused and turned back, one eyebrow quirked.

	"Unless what?"  Dinah herself had one eyebrow raised now.

	"Unless you WANT company...,"

	At this point, Dinah and Barbara exchanged looks, until Babs turned back 
to Nightwing and crooked her finger in a "come here" motion, until the vigilante 
was inches from her bespectacled face.

	Wham!  Nightwing reeled back at the blow from a woman well-versed in the 
art of beat-on-Nightwing.

	"Yeah.  I'll take that as a 'no',"  Nightwing said, preparing to leave 
once more.

	Just before he was completely out of earshot, Dinah added, "Play your 
cards right and you can do more than watch!"

	"Dinah...,"

	"Think we scared him off?"

	Barbara shook her head.  "He'll be back."

	"Then we'd better make this quick."

	"Dinah - mmph!"

	The fall was spill was similar to the one Nightwing witnessed, but ended 
with entirely different results.

-fin-