He had a sense of stability with planning and tactics. She had the heart to do what was needed, to play ball no matter what kind was thrown her way.
And... Dick and Hana? They did too. It was upsetting to know that something like this is what brought them together again. No call. No message. No... anything. Distance was the best thing they offered one another when their worlds turned upside down, when the line between duty and living a life selfishly until one side had to be chosen. They both mutually chose that above themselves.
And there are times when she returned back to the Meka base, where her bed was small and her room cold... that she felt alone. Posters from years ago of her Nano Cola sponsorship hung on the wall, a few empty bottles of water and old laundry still needing washed was proof of a disconnect. Yet, when she sat down with some energy... sometimes she'd find a news station. Sometimes she would see glimpses of Gotham City and wonder how Dick was. It reminded her how lonely it was now, with the glitz and glamour gone... with the weight of her city on her shoulders.
But, the way he talks to her among the perilous climb on her machine – she's left wide-eyed and face red. Congratulations, you shut a shittalker up.
He doesn't give in. Giving in would mean he would be in the cockpit with her, that they would have a moment of reprieve before jumping into the fray. Hana and Dick would, maybe in their own desires to feel a normalcy in their lives, but D.Va and Nightwing? No. ]
Got it. Thanks for letting me in on the plan this time. [ There's a sting to her words, but it was all in good fun. With the signals sent, it's one less thing to worry about. ] Should be taking a nap under a blanket of bricks! Tell him I said he sucks if he's awake.
[ They split up and D.Va contends with her own thought to follow him – to ensure that even if the signal was sent, he had back-up. With the struggling booster, she wouldn't be able to take too many risks but she was a solid tank, yes. The city streets here were wider than back home, condemned buildings and dead-ends, shorter stories than the ever futuristic Seoul. She hovers and keeps an eye on the prize, monitoring and ready to shift herself from defense to offense when needed.
When Dick's comm lights up, she sits there for a moment. Was it pride? Was it giddiness? What bubbled in her heart with the same excitement she had after winning some game or signing her first movie deal?
She chews her bottom lip with a dumb smile on her face, silent. A few moments pass before she bunny hops onto the ledge of a building – towering over with the mechanical buzz of an ever-watchful mecha rabbit?
She doesn't comment, doesn't tease. Instead, business: ]
We wrapping this party up or what, huh? We have some more losers to take down, don't we? Don't keep a girl waiting!
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He had a sense of stability with planning and tactics.
She had the heart to do what was needed, to play ball no matter what kind was thrown her way.
And... Dick and Hana? They did too. It was upsetting to know that something like this is what brought them together again. No call. No message. No... anything. Distance was the best thing they offered one another when their worlds turned upside down, when the line between duty and living a life selfishly until one side had to be chosen. They both mutually chose that above themselves.
And there are times when she returned back to the Meka base, where her bed was small and her room cold... that she felt alone. Posters from years ago of her Nano Cola sponsorship hung on the wall, a few empty bottles of water and old laundry still needing washed was proof of a disconnect. Yet, when she sat down with some energy... sometimes she'd find a news station. Sometimes she would see glimpses of Gotham City and wonder how Dick was. It reminded her how lonely it was now, with the glitz and glamour gone... with the weight of her city on her shoulders.
But, the way he talks to her among the perilous climb on her machine – she's left wide-eyed and face red. Congratulations, you shut a shittalker up.
He doesn't give in. Giving in would mean he would be in the cockpit with her, that they would have a moment of reprieve before jumping into the fray. Hana and Dick would, maybe in their own desires to feel a normalcy in their lives, but D.Va and Nightwing? No. ]
Got it. Thanks for letting me in on the plan this time. [ There's a sting to her words, but it was all in good fun. With the signals sent, it's one less thing to worry about. ] Should be taking a nap under a blanket of bricks! Tell him I said he sucks if he's awake.
[ They split up and D.Va contends with her own thought to follow him – to ensure that even if the signal was sent, he had back-up. With the struggling booster, she wouldn't be able to take too many risks but she was a solid tank, yes. The city streets here were wider than back home, condemned buildings and dead-ends, shorter stories than the ever futuristic Seoul. She hovers and keeps an eye on the prize, monitoring and ready to shift herself from defense to offense when needed.
When Dick's comm lights up, she sits there for a moment. Was it pride? Was it giddiness? What bubbled in her heart with the same excitement she had after winning some game or signing her first movie deal?
She chews her bottom lip with a dumb smile on her face, silent. A few moments pass before she bunny hops onto the ledge of a building – towering over with the mechanical buzz of an ever-watchful mecha rabbit?
She doesn't comment, doesn't tease. Instead, business: ]
We wrapping this party up or what, huh? We have some more losers to take down, don't we? Don't keep a girl waiting!