[ Maybe it'd be a different story in Bludhaven. Naming police corruption in Gotham was like saying water's wet, but Bludhaven boasts a whole different story. Which is to say police might've been more willing to throw down with the Magistrate if their conquest began there. A fleeting memory of such considerations occurred to Dick while he was driving Hana through Gotham's streets, its overall silence and emptiness a monument to the Magistrate's grip on the city. ]
Pinky promise?
[ Not that Dick offers a pinky to promise with. It's the last facetious thing he says in response to broaching their responsibility to each other. Because if they're both going to help this city get better, they also have to help themselves. Get their heads straight, and become exactly the team that this city needs to rout the Magistrate's forces. ]
I think I learned my lesson, so don't worry. I'm not against you looking out for me in the least.
Besides, I'll need you to point the healing beam at me later.
[ He's sure she'll understand what he's implying. Mercy's caduceus staff is proprietary, but Winston gifted Dick a less effective prototype a long time ago. Something that can't heal as efficiently as Mercy's device, but that doesn't it mean it fails to heal at all. ]
But I'm more hungry than in need of healing.
[ And he'd hate to repeatedly cry out "I need healing!" at Hana. At least not without Angela present to punch him for it. ]
So here we are. My "pad."
[ There are some tables past the wall beside Dick's terminal, but no chairs. From the ad-hoc, ramshackle state of things, he and Hana are gonna have to settle for standing while eating. So Dick proceeds to the edge of one of the tables, where he sets down the bag of takeout. From there, he removes both boxes and leaves Hana's on the other side of the table. But then... he pulls it back. Places it beside his own box, as if in expectation of Hana coming to stand beside him.
Silently, then, he opens his. He takes the plastic utensils provided and begins cutting one of the eggs. ]
This'll sound sad as hell. But if it weren't for you showing up, this would be the highlight of my evening.
[ Hana will find him smiling, though, with a self-deprecating sort of amusement at his own words. ]
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Pinky promise?
[ Not that Dick offers a pinky to promise with. It's the last facetious thing he says in response to broaching their responsibility to each other. Because if they're both going to help this city get better, they also have to help themselves. Get their heads straight, and become exactly the team that this city needs to rout the Magistrate's forces. ]
I think I learned my lesson, so don't worry. I'm not against you looking out for me in the least.
Besides, I'll need you to point the healing beam at me later.
[ He's sure she'll understand what he's implying. Mercy's caduceus staff is proprietary, but Winston gifted Dick a less effective prototype a long time ago. Something that can't heal as efficiently as Mercy's device, but that doesn't it mean it fails to heal at all. ]
But I'm more hungry than in need of healing.
[ And he'd hate to repeatedly cry out "I need healing!" at Hana. At least not without Angela present to punch him for it. ]
So here we are. My "pad."
[ There are some tables past the wall beside Dick's terminal, but no chairs. From the ad-hoc, ramshackle state of things, he and Hana are gonna have to settle for standing while eating. So Dick proceeds to the edge of one of the tables, where he sets down the bag of takeout. From there, he removes both boxes and leaves Hana's on the other side of the table. But then... he pulls it back. Places it beside his own box, as if in expectation of Hana coming to stand beside him.
Silently, then, he opens his. He takes the plastic utensils provided and begins cutting one of the eggs. ]
This'll sound sad as hell. But if it weren't for you showing up, this would be the highlight of my evening.
[ Hana will find him smiling, though, with a self-deprecating sort of amusement at his own words. ]