[ He knows what she means. The comfort of their intimacy, restored at last. The promise of a stable constant between them, despite an unstable world. Because despite the mess they've made of each other, the tryst that concludes their evening is cleansing. The weight of a yesterday that never was, a history they both yearned for and mourned, was finally lifted from their shoulders. Because now, only tomorrow is left. Tomorrow, with all its challenges. All its strife.
But also all its hope. If a better tomorrow can't be guaranteed, Dick's just gonna have to do the impossible again... like he's done many times. Whether with his colleagues in Gotham, the Titans, Overwatch-- despite all his success, he's forgotten more than he realizes. The Magistrate made him forget: these are worse odds than he's ever overcome, but Dick has to understand. His life has only ever been about escalation. Going from a Flying Grayson to Robin, then from Robin to Nightwing, and even Batman once or twice... Dick's no stranger to change.
To facing the impossible.
What's different, now, is remembering that taking the lead doesn't mean shouldering every burden. That he doesn't have to face the impossible alone.
Besides, he can't imagine a better person to face it with.
Hence Hana, whose shoulders he soon clasps with affection. Whose eyes he regards warmly, with something of a wistful smile. He was already enjoying the evening before now. But Hana's words, her own contentment, call attention to Dick's own. To the sudden awareness that for once, he can relax. He can ready himself to keep fighting the good fight, but for now, he can celebrate the win. ]
Okay. It is nice.
Maybe not "PS6" nice, but nice enough.
This all definitely calls for another shower, though.
[ He rises to his feet, stepping around Hana before offering a hand to help her up. ]
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[ He knows what she means. The comfort of their intimacy, restored at last. The promise of a stable constant between them, despite an unstable world. Because despite the mess they've made of each other, the tryst that concludes their evening is cleansing. The weight of a yesterday that never was, a history they both yearned for and mourned, was finally lifted from their shoulders. Because now, only tomorrow is left. Tomorrow, with all its challenges. All its strife.
But also all its hope. If a better tomorrow can't be guaranteed, Dick's just gonna have to do the impossible again... like he's done many times. Whether with his colleagues in Gotham, the Titans, Overwatch-- despite all his success, he's forgotten more than he realizes. The Magistrate made him forget: these are worse odds than he's ever overcome, but Dick has to understand. His life has only ever been about escalation. Going from a Flying Grayson to Robin, then from Robin to Nightwing, and even Batman once or twice... Dick's no stranger to change.
To facing the impossible.
What's different, now, is remembering that taking the lead doesn't mean shouldering every burden. That he doesn't have to face the impossible alone.
Besides, he can't imagine a better person to face it with.
Hence Hana, whose shoulders he soon clasps with affection. Whose eyes he regards warmly, with something of a wistful smile. He was already enjoying the evening before now. But Hana's words, her own contentment, call attention to Dick's own. To the sudden awareness that for once, he can relax. He can ready himself to keep fighting the good fight, but for now, he can celebrate the win. ]
Okay. It is nice.
Maybe not "PS6" nice, but nice enough.
This all definitely calls for another shower, though.
[ He rises to his feet, stepping around Hana before offering a hand to help her up. ]
Then it's PS6 time. I promise.