[ The bitterness she felt for him was fleeting, at best. Time to time, when she looked over the waters surrounding Meka's base, she can recall on one hand the time she felt wondering why he never fought her. Why they both agreed to go their separate ways? Such a short relationship, so little opportunities of connection but when they did? It was sparks. The synergy filled her heart with joy, the laughter would linger for hours and she saw in him the type of hero she wanted to be.
Events faded away. Sponsorships ended. Meka advanced. ...Their enemies got better. But, here and now? It's the same Dick Grayson that both attracted and infuriated her. It makes tugging him by his waistband easy, to be vulnerable even if sore muscles and hungry bellies wanted them to refocus elsewhere. Time was not on their side... so they act on instinct. To make the best of it. ]
I got your back, don't worry.
[ Maybe literally now that a shower was calling their name. Her tongue sticks out when he emphasizes on the stinky – going with the joke she sets and keeping things light. Was Hana a little... excited for this? To enjoy some downtime? Maybe. He can tell by how she snaps at his waistband when she lets go – taking a step back to finally undo her ponytail and reach back to fumble with her own suit. The zipper (or whatever stupid fashion technology) keeps her suit snug on her frame, and she struggles to clasp it – so... while he may undress or not, Hana was already working on herself too. ]
Well, can you help then?
[ They bicker idly, friendly in ways that make her smirk as she looks over her shoulder. Was Hana purposefully returning the show...? To give him a glimpse from behind, to tempt him with her hair back down...? It was hard to tell, but that's what ya get with her – playtime activated. ]
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Events faded away. Sponsorships ended. Meka advanced. ...Their enemies got better. But, here and now? It's the same Dick Grayson that both attracted and infuriated her. It makes tugging him by his waistband easy, to be vulnerable even if sore muscles and hungry bellies wanted them to refocus elsewhere. Time was not on their side... so they act on instinct. To make the best of it. ]
I got your back, don't worry.
[ Maybe literally now that a shower was calling their name. Her tongue sticks out when he emphasizes on the stinky – going with the joke she sets and keeping things light. Was Hana a little... excited for this? To enjoy some downtime? Maybe. He can tell by how she snaps at his waistband when she lets go – taking a step back to finally undo her ponytail and reach back to fumble with her own suit. The zipper (or whatever stupid fashion technology) keeps her suit snug on her frame, and she struggles to clasp it – so... while he may undress or not, Hana was already working on herself too. ]
Well, can you help then?
[ They bicker idly, friendly in ways that make her smirk as she looks over her shoulder. Was Hana purposefully returning the show...? To give him a glimpse from behind, to tempt him with her hair back down...? It was hard to tell, but that's what ya get with her – playtime activated. ]