Zinda could've kicked herself. She was supposed to be a symbol of progress as the heroine pilot Lady Blackhawk, a feminist icon as the people of today would say. And here she was, working in the kitchen, and all she could think about was a man, and what she needed to do to have him.
The man in question was named Dick Grayson, one of Zinda's costumed colleagues, also known as Nightwing. She didn't know him that well, and before today she only knew that he was the former sidekick of Batman. What she did know for certain was that Dick Grayson was hot, a real dreamboat of a man.
Just thinking about him riled Zinda up, made her feel all hot and bothered. The fact that he wore a skintight costume as Nightwing only added to her attraction. Sure, the idea of a man dressed in a figure-hugging outfit like that would've been viewed as scandalous in Zinda's day, but the blonde pilot had more of an open mind, as the colorful and revealing costumes seemed to be the norm of this modern era.
She certainly wasn't going to complain at how she could see through every contour of Dick's costume, every muscle and fiber leaving nothing to the imagination...
Zinda had already made some progress in getting his attention, if not in how she put an extra bit of sway in her step, then in her subtle flirtation as she got to know him more. He was so handsome and charming---yet oddly enough, the biggest obstacle to Zinda's courting of Dick Grayson wasn't the fact that he was already going steady with another woman.
And no, Zinda didn't fancy herself as a scarlet woman or anything crude like that. She didn't even want Grayson as a boyfriend or a lover---she merely wanted him, in the physical sense, the same way Helena and Dinah currently had him.
She was no ditz, Zinda knew exactly what her fellow Birds of Prey teammates were doing with Dick when they thought no one was looking. Helena and Dick showering around the same time, then him and Dinah spending a lot of time in the gym---Zinda knew too well from her own experience with men, being all 'discreet' in her trysts. She just wished that they'd stop treating her like a child and being all hush about it whenever they arranged their little dalliances. This was the modern age right? Wasn't sex something everyone claimed was 'liberated' from the overly conservative and old-fashioned days Zinda was from?
This had to be the case, why else would a man like Dick casually go sniffing for other women when he had a loving girlfriend waiting for him at home. It would've been easy to assume that Dick disliked or grew tired of his relationship with this 'Kory', but in her brief conversation Zinda had with Grayson, he'd talked about his alien girlfriend with such reverence and passion that he had to be in love with her. Zinda suspected that Dick and Kory were in one of those "open-relationships" she'd heard about, which was why he'd hopped into bed with Helena and Zinda without any kind of shame whatsoever.
In that case, Zinda figured she might as well shoot her shot, and get a chance to roll in the hay with Dick herself. The problem was Zinda didn't really have an inkling of how to go about sealing the deal with the man in a subtle manner. In Zinda's time, casual sex was extremely taboo, and Zinda had more than a handful of men who took a fancy to her, and consequently slept with her under the pretense of a date or an expensive dinner.
Zinda had already gone one step ahead, and was making dinner for the man she wanted. Sure, she was making dinner for Dinah and Helena too, but she hoped Dick would read between the lines and make a move.
She was making a dish she knew would get his attention. The fastest way to a man's heart was through his stomach, after all. Though the heart wasn't part of the body Zinda wanted from Dick...and she knew she wasn't the only one who'd made a joke at his namesake. Zinda was making a dish consisting of a salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, a green bean casserole, and planned on adding a strawberry chiffon pie for dessert. Despite Zinda being quite unconventional for her time period, she couldn't help but find pride in her cooking skills. What? Just because she was an ace pilot and a badass in her own right didn't mean she couldn't enjoy preparing a meal every once in a while. The second Dick entered the kitchen, Zinda's mind went blank, and she became aware of how shaky her knees had become.
What was going on?!? Since when did Zinda Blake lose her nerve around a man? She was supposed to be a no-nonsense, dynamite gal that drew all the boy's eyes with a smug look of confidence, not a quivering schoolgirl approaching her first crush!
"How's the food coming along?" Dick asked. Zinda could tell he was admiring the look and smell of her hard work, though she kept her eyes on the mashed potatoes that she was stirring. She didn't want Dick to see the redness of her face. So as she answered him, Zinda began to slowly rock her hips. As she was slightly bent over the stove, Dick had a first class view of her skirted backside swaying before him---
"Oh, it's j-just ginchy!" Zinda responded, kicking herself internally for stammering. "I'm telling you this, you haven't lived until you've tried my homemade salisbury steak!"
"I'm looking forward to it." Dick replied, his eyes glued to Zinda's rotating behind, and he drew closer, like her shaking her hips was a beckoning call to him. "Everything here looks so good, do you mind if I have a taste?"
"Of course you ca- oh! Oh...Ohhhmnn!" Zinda's affirmation was cut short by one of Dick's questioning hands, slipping under her skirt and grasping one of her buttocks through her thin panties. She withheld a moan as he reared her gasping face, and began whispering in her ear.
"Are you doing anything tomorrow, Zinda?"
The resident pilot of the Birds of Prey bit her lip as she finally locked eyes with him. She was so randy for him, that she couldn't even form a sentence, let alone sweet nothings. He could definitely tell how excited she was, with her undergarments now thoroughly damp from his presence. It'd been a long time since she'd been this aroused...and the only time she'd been this turned on recently was when the Birds of Prey went out to a male strip club to celebrate Dawn's birthday. That memory sparked a thought within Zinda, which she blurted out before she could stop herself. Of course, how could she not have thought of this?
"A-actually...yeah, I was planning on going out to the movies, you want to come with me?" She asked in a hushed, sultry tone. Dick blinked at her question, and pulled his hand out of her skirt. Zinda shivered as she felt his index finger cease to caress the insides of her panties. He was so close to her cunt...
"Really?" said Dick with genuine interest. Zinda was a little disappointed that he'd stopped feeling around her fanny, but at the same time she was glad he did. It wasn't proper or sanitary to orgasm whilst preparing dinner. "What movie are you seeing?"
Zinda turned around, giving Dick a cheeky smile as she continued. "It's a sequel to that Blackhawks 'autobiographical' movie they made in the 1980's...you've seen it right? The one by Stephen Spielberg?"
Dick shrugged. "I think I might've seen it once as a kid."
"Well, apparently they've made a sequel to that movie, called Blackhawks: Renegade or somethin'. Apparently it's about the 70's Blackhawk team, the successors of my old squadron. So...you interested in watching it with me? Just the two of us." She shifted her feet in uncertainty, not quite sure what to do if he said n-
