Dinah knew this trick, the one where he would say yes only so long as you stayed on his good side, something in the past she had always done. To Roman, she was his perfect little bird, smart yet silent never one to ruffle any feathers but all of that changed when Harley stumbled into their life. She’d shown her the side of Roman that she didn’t know existed which led to her betrayal. “Desirable traits? You used to say you loved everything about me” She replied before moving her hands to slowly trace up to his neck to turn his head towards her giving her his full attention whispering against his lips “Do you desire your songbird back? As for losing heads just don’t lose yours and maybe I’ll stick around” she replied allowing him to stand and take the bottle from the table, a private drink with Roman meant few things depending on who followed him but for tonight she didn’t want to think about all the bad as she stood following after him “You did ask so nicely, and it been a while since I’ve had the good stuff”
Roman scoffed, “almost everything,” he corrected. Roman wasn’t overly fond of her rebellious streak he prefered it if his birds fell into line. The crime lord subtly made sure Dinah was following before walking upstairs towards the private area he’d built for him and associates to enjoy when he’d grown tired of his drunken clients' incessant talking. When they entered the room, Roman noticed a couple of his men gathered in the corner playing poker. “Get out,” he ordered leaving no room for arguments. “If Victor comes back, tell him I don’t want to be disturbed,” he advised. “I don’t think I need to tell you to make yourself comfortable,” he said, walking over to the bar. He poured them both a drink, adding a generous amount to both glasses, before walking over to Dinah and handing her one. “Admit it, you might hate me, but I part of you missed this, missed me.”
















