[ Oh, Dick doesn't doubt it. Not in the least. Underneath the typical accoutrements of any gamer worth their salt is indeed just straight up Hana Song. The brilliant young woman he fell in love with. Who he finds himself falling for, again. And here she is smirking at him, humming the songs of fighting games past quite facetiously, though her sound is nonetheless... melodic, to him. Like he could listen to her for hours. It's not lost on him how "down bad" he is now, how being told to "do his worst" opens the floodgates in his mind.
Now, the prospect of being with her is no longer just some pipe dream. It isn't just some bygone, dead past he's futilely attempting to resurrect. No, this is better than any past. When he looks down at Hana, at her youthful and hopeful eyes - all despite any burden she may shoulder - he sees the future. And once he laughs at her disdain for the cursed saying, "I need healing," he knows it's a future he can look forward to. In the darkness that's enveloped Gotham under the Magistrate's dominion, Dick's finally getting some light around here. Maybe it's just the power of Hana's rig, RGB lighting and all. Or maybe it's just the power of Hana. ]
I'll never say "I need healing" ever again if you can beat me with another Daigo parry.
Not that I'm trying to say you're rusty or anything.
[ He wouldn't know, though. About her gaming habits. He wouldn't know if they've changed in the tide of struggles across the globe, the planetary entrenchment of malevolent forces. Even then, Dick isn't foolish enough to truly suspect that Hana's lost her touch. After a certain point, her level of skill stays. And if her performance piloting the Meka tonight is any indication, nothing can take her skill away. ]
Well...
[ It stuns him, frankly, to hear her response. All that she's saying about what one "deserves." Far from offended, Dick takes a moment to absorb what Hana's saying, not even speaking as she begins tugging him in her direction, leading him by his waistband to who knows where. Only when they've escaped the tables does Dick regain the wherewithal to respond, to find the words. ]
If you put it that way, I'm definitely open to a buff.
And if that requires no longer thinking in those terms, of what I "deserve" and what I don't, I can try.
Try, that is... if you can help me.
[ By the time he's finished speaking, Hana's already led him in front of the shower. There's a shelf on one side with all the bath products they'll need. Despite the state of things on the surface, it's not like there's been an apocalypse leading to a shortage of supplies. The toilet paper shortage earlier in the Magistrate's rule was definitely a sobering moment in Gotham's history, though. ]
Yeah, that too. Help me get less stinky, while you're at it.
[ Then he grips his waistband, ready to pull down his pants. Hana's hand, though, still lingers on the hem. ]
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Now, the prospect of being with her is no longer just some pipe dream. It isn't just some bygone, dead past he's futilely attempting to resurrect. No, this is better than any past. When he looks down at Hana, at her youthful and hopeful eyes - all despite any burden she may shoulder - he sees the future. And once he laughs at her disdain for the cursed saying, "I need healing," he knows it's a future he can look forward to. In the darkness that's enveloped Gotham under the Magistrate's dominion, Dick's finally getting some light around here. Maybe it's just the power of Hana's rig, RGB lighting and all. Or maybe it's just the power of Hana. ]
I'll never say "I need healing" ever again if you can beat me with another Daigo parry.
Not that I'm trying to say you're rusty or anything.
[ He wouldn't know, though. About her gaming habits. He wouldn't know if they've changed in the tide of struggles across the globe, the planetary entrenchment of malevolent forces. Even then, Dick isn't foolish enough to truly suspect that Hana's lost her touch. After a certain point, her level of skill stays. And if her performance piloting the Meka tonight is any indication, nothing can take her skill away. ]
Well...
[ It stuns him, frankly, to hear her response. All that she's saying about what one "deserves." Far from offended, Dick takes a moment to absorb what Hana's saying, not even speaking as she begins tugging him in her direction, leading him by his waistband to who knows where. Only when they've escaped the tables does Dick regain the wherewithal to respond, to find the words. ]
If you put it that way, I'm definitely open to a buff.
And if that requires no longer thinking in those terms, of what I "deserve" and what I don't, I can try.
Try, that is... if you can help me.
[ By the time he's finished speaking, Hana's already led him in front of the shower. There's a shelf on one side with all the bath products they'll need. Despite the state of things on the surface, it's not like there's been an apocalypse leading to a shortage of supplies. The toilet paper shortage earlier in the Magistrate's rule was definitely a sobering moment in Gotham's history, though. ]
Yeah, that too. Help me get less stinky, while you're at it.
[ Then he grips his waistband, ready to pull down his pants. Hana's hand, though, still lingers on the hem. ]
Hey. Do you mind?