Hope your stay in Gotham doesn’t really rest on the quality of the Denny’s menu.
[ It’s with that that he continues accepting Hana’s help, letting her take further command of the food, as she feeds him when she’s not taking her own bites from her burger. To Dick, it’s actually quite... difficult, right now. Difficult to fathom. How often has he spent time, even before this period of crisis, just leading people? Watching over them and managing so many different variables, without ever really stopping to take care of himself? He’s been known to push it too far, expect too much of himself. He can remember how volatile he used to be when he was still Robin, leading the Teen Titans in a very strict and disciplined way.
That hardly changed as he became Nightwing, and he’s always been grateful for the respect he earned. Respect that he’s certain he deserves. But for all the respect Dick commands from other superheroes... does he really respect himself?
That’s too much to think about while eating Denny’s. ]
You’re right. If only one life is saved, every sacrifice we’ve made is still worth it.
We’re changing the world whether we want to or not. Everyone is, in their own way. So let’s make the right damn choices.
[ He stops speaking to accept another piece of bacon. Then some hashbrown clumps collected on the same fork. Hana, during this time, bids him not to go to Winston first. And given how things have gone between them, the connection they’ve managed to restore over the pretext of a mission, Dick accepts her plea. ]
Don’t you mean Overwatch me?
[ He braces himself for certain destruction. ]
Nah, I get it. No Winston. He was never a good wingman, anyway.
As for medical training, you won’t need much. Winston gifted me a prototype of Mercy’s Caduceus Staff.
Nothing as fancy as the one she actually uses. But it should do the trick of mending my wound.
Now, we both kinda stink. I think I’m due for a shower after this... if you are.
Beforehand, I’ll show you where I keep my staff.
[ The accidental innuendo just then? Definitely crosses his mind. ]
no subject
[ It’s with that that he continues accepting Hana’s help, letting her take further command of the food, as she feeds him when she’s not taking her own bites from her burger. To Dick, it’s actually quite... difficult, right now. Difficult to fathom. How often has he spent time, even before this period of crisis, just leading people? Watching over them and managing so many different variables, without ever really stopping to take care of himself? He’s been known to push it too far, expect too much of himself. He can remember how volatile he used to be when he was still Robin, leading the Teen Titans in a very strict and disciplined way.
That hardly changed as he became Nightwing, and he’s always been grateful for the respect he earned. Respect that he’s certain he deserves. But for all the respect Dick commands from other superheroes... does he really respect himself?
That’s too much to think about while eating Denny’s. ]
You’re right. If only one life is saved, every sacrifice we’ve made is still worth it.
We’re changing the world whether we want to or not. Everyone is, in their own way. So let’s make the right damn choices.
[ He stops speaking to accept another piece of bacon. Then some hashbrown clumps collected on the same fork. Hana, during this time, bids him not to go to Winston first. And given how things have gone between them, the connection they’ve managed to restore over the pretext of a mission, Dick accepts her plea. ]
Don’t you mean Overwatch me?
[ He braces himself for certain destruction. ]
Nah, I get it. No Winston. He was never a good wingman, anyway.
As for medical training, you won’t need much. Winston gifted me a prototype of Mercy’s Caduceus Staff.
Nothing as fancy as the one she actually uses. But it should do the trick of mending my wound.
Now, we both kinda stink. I think I’m due for a shower after this... if you are.
Beforehand, I’ll show you where I keep my staff.
[ The accidental innuendo just then? Definitely crosses his mind. ]