[ Hana made Deathstroke monologue! Hana made Deathstroke monologue! Hana made Deathstroke monologue!
That would be something that goes onto her resume when she isn't worried that either of them would get killed. It was frustrating that they were not able to enjoy their reunion, as selfish as it was to. They had worked hard to do good and of course, life had a way to try and wedge between that. The wedge this time was one annoying blast from Nightwing's past.
Hana didn't have sentimentality. Didn't have history. So when she acts, she's a bundle of frustration and anger. Protective, at the very least. He needed her, needed her to act and she can't just... freeze.
For her lack of education on the sticks, she could have killed him. Truthfully. It was a rage that lets her disregard much of the caution she'd take with a human enemy, instead taking out the frustrations on her next omnic threat.
The crackle of electricity brings her back to the moment, to their victory. Hana's in awe of Deathstroke being taken out with a somewhat precise toss – making her just... lose herself in the sight in front of her. It was a relief... it was another tally to their victories for the day. Hana gets a comm call near the tail end of it, when she stumbles to her feet... at least she knows Winston was good on his word – sending out the salvage team for Meka retrieval within an hour. ]
Nightwing – [ She could care less about the back-up, instead concern in her eyes for the gash on his tricep. He approaches her and her hand immediately goes to his – a brief moment of care there. ] Let's just get you taken care of. Your dumb trash talk almost had him turn you into sashimi.
[ She mad they both had to go 1 v 1 and look where it got them! But, even if she scolds him, he knows its from a good place. Pushing her own trauma and fear of letting her team down... letting him down aside. Masking it better than before with a small smile. ]
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That would be something that goes onto her resume when she isn't worried that either of them would get killed. It was frustrating that they were not able to enjoy their reunion, as selfish as it was to. They had worked hard to do good and of course, life had a way to try and wedge between that. The wedge this time was one annoying blast from Nightwing's past.
Hana didn't have sentimentality. Didn't have history. So when she acts, she's a bundle of frustration and anger. Protective, at the very least. He needed her, needed her to act and she can't just... freeze.
For her lack of education on the sticks, she could have killed him. Truthfully. It was a rage that lets her disregard much of the caution she'd take with a human enemy, instead taking out the frustrations on her next omnic threat.
The crackle of electricity brings her back to the moment, to their victory. Hana's in awe of Deathstroke being taken out with a somewhat precise toss – making her just... lose herself in the sight in front of her. It was a relief... it was another tally to their victories for the day. Hana gets a comm call near the tail end of it, when she stumbles to her feet... at least she knows Winston was good on his word – sending out the salvage team for Meka retrieval within an hour. ]
Nightwing – [ She could care less about the back-up, instead concern in her eyes for the gash on his tricep. He approaches her and her hand immediately goes to his – a brief moment of care there. ] Let's just get you taken care of. Your dumb trash talk almost had him turn you into sashimi.
[ She mad they both had to go 1 v 1 and look where it got them! But, even if she scolds him, he knows its from a good place. Pushing her own trauma and fear of letting her team down... letting him down aside. Masking it better than before with a small smile. ]
Drive-thru, then HQ.
[ Because yeah, burgers do sound good now. ]