[ That's Nightwing picking up Electrocutioner after fighting his way to the guy's unconscious body. ]
Electrocutioner, D.Va. Not you.
[ As if he actually needs to clarify. It's also the last transmission Hana receives for some time, the two of them going separate ways to carry out the plan Dick had spelled out. She beats him to the drop point, leaves Firefly there, and carries on to her destination: their established rendezvous point on a distant rooftop. As she can imagine, Dick drops Electrocutioner off in the same way, but he neglects to announce any of his progress. It seems to matter most to him that they both simply reach the same destination before proceeding further.
Having waited for Dick, Hana soon speaks back into the comms.
He heard her message, alright, and simply appears right behind her and her mech, his arrival unannounced. ]
I can tell you've had quite enough of waiting.
[ He seems to understand the fullest extent of what he means. Would she? All Hana's blushing earlier, her wide-eyed wonderment at Nightwing utterly in his element, leads Dick to suspect... "Yes."
But he's not planning to stand there and simply relish in that fact. He climbs aboard Hana's mech and steps through the open cockpit, seating himself comfortably beside her. ]
Got eyes on the next pair of enforcers. Follow the map to Trigate Bridge.
Our next targets are marksmen like Widowmaker. That changes the terms of engagement substantially.
[ Almost sounds like he's gone "back to business," but there's something different this time. Like the thrill of battle, the resulting synergy between Nightwing and D.Va, had reawakened something in Dick-- something he was resigned to mourning as unreachable, unattainable.
The past he's been longing for, that he's regretted leaving as the past, is closer to him than he'd thought.
In fact, it's right beside him. ]
Thanks to your Meka, ETA will be six minutes upon departure.
The marksmen will anticipate us. We'll need enough altitude to get the drop on them. Seek the clouds for cover.
[ That seems to be the most he can muster, despite intentions. Just more business. ]
Can this Meka handle the trip, D.Va? How's it holding up?
[ Well. He took one leap of faith already, this evening-- the stunt he pulled to save Firefly. What's one more?
So before Hana can even answer the first question, Dick corrects himself. He hopes to meet Hana's gaze, ask her one last thing before she fully readies the Meka for flight. ]
No. Wait.
Hana.
Tell me how you're holding up.
[ He's changed his mind, wanting to ask the most important question first. Addressing her by her real name, facing who he sees as her real self, for the first time in the entire evening. ]
no subject
[ That's Nightwing picking up Electrocutioner after fighting his way to the guy's unconscious body. ]
Electrocutioner, D.Va. Not you.
[ As if he actually needs to clarify. It's also the last transmission Hana receives for some time, the two of them going separate ways to carry out the plan Dick had spelled out. She beats him to the drop point, leaves Firefly there, and carries on to her destination: their established rendezvous point on a distant rooftop. As she can imagine, Dick drops Electrocutioner off in the same way, but he neglects to announce any of his progress. It seems to matter most to him that they both simply reach the same destination before proceeding further.
Having waited for Dick, Hana soon speaks back into the comms.
He heard her message, alright, and simply appears right behind her and her mech, his arrival unannounced. ]
I can tell you've had quite enough of waiting.
[ He seems to understand the fullest extent of what he means. Would she? All Hana's blushing earlier, her wide-eyed wonderment at Nightwing utterly in his element, leads Dick to suspect... "Yes."
But he's not planning to stand there and simply relish in that fact. He climbs aboard Hana's mech and steps through the open cockpit, seating himself comfortably beside her. ]
Got eyes on the next pair of enforcers. Follow the map to Trigate Bridge.
Our next targets are marksmen like Widowmaker. That changes the terms of engagement substantially.
[ Almost sounds like he's gone "back to business," but there's something different this time. Like the thrill of battle, the resulting synergy between Nightwing and D.Va, had reawakened something in Dick-- something he was resigned to mourning as unreachable, unattainable.
The past he's been longing for, that he's regretted leaving as the past, is closer to him than he'd thought.
In fact, it's right beside him. ]
Thanks to your Meka, ETA will be six minutes upon departure.
The marksmen will anticipate us. We'll need enough altitude to get the drop on them. Seek the clouds for cover.
[ That seems to be the most he can muster, despite intentions. Just more business. ]
Can this Meka handle the trip, D.Va? How's it holding up?
[ Well. He took one leap of faith already, this evening-- the stunt he pulled to save Firefly. What's one more?
So before Hana can even answer the first question, Dick corrects himself. He hopes to meet Hana's gaze, ask her one last thing before she fully readies the Meka for flight. ]
No. Wait.
Hana.
Tell me how you're holding up.
[ He's changed his mind, wanting to ask the most important question first. Addressing her by her real name, facing who he sees as her real self, for the first time in the entire evening. ]