[ Maybe it was the fact it was so fleeting that made Dick regard their shared past so fondly. It’s built into him to make the most of what he knows to be ephemeral— what he suspects won’t always last. A childhood on the flying trapeze can do that, Dick always facing down certain death so casually when he performed high-flying stunts with no safety net (in a way, that made his parents’ deaths a possibility he had to grow accustomed to, though it didn’t hurt any less when they did perish). But as far as Dick was always concerned, can’t have the fear of the rug getting pulled from under your feet when you’ve been trained to go without a rug.
Then again... something clearly changed because of the Magistrate. Made Dick second-guess himself, no matter how much faith others placed in him. Maybe, for once, he had to admit to the need for a safety net. For help. He’d become so used to taking charge, but he didn’t stop himself from taking charge from a distance. Far enough from his allies to shoulder too many burdens on his own, as if he could only trust himself to do the right thing. Whether he liked it or not, he was becoming more like Bruce before Hana’s intervention. And whether he wants to admit it or not, Bruce’s way led to his undoing— hence why Batman is so glaringly absent in the struggle. Dick can’t invest hope in the possibility that Bruce is only missing, and thus presumed dead.
But he can invest hope in Hana. Something tangible between them, that doesn’t have to be fleeting to matter. That can beautiful because it lasts. ]
Sounds like you want me to have your back in exchange.
[ Now he’s taunting her as she waits expectantly. With the way her suit’s designed, she can’t quite unzip herself, now can she? ]
You sure you want this to be easy mode, though?
[ He laments none exists that he can select, like life has become an accursed From Software game.
Fortunately, Dick’s only kidding. Because he steps forward to close the distance between himself and Hana, planting a hand on her hip. ]
Messing with you. Now hold still.
[ Supposedly, it’s to steady her as his other hand takes the zipper and begins pulling it down. He watches intently as her suit, a fine reinforced material, splits in two, exposing the skin of her back the further down he pulls the zipper. Once it reaches the bottom, the zipper ending just above Hana’s backside, Dick lifts his other hand away from her hip, to instead place both hands on her shoulders.
All so he can pull her sleeves down, help her begin doing away with her suit in its entirety, while he... leans forward, when up close. When Dick’s hands have rolled her sleeves down to her wrists, Hana will feel his lips, soft and warm, planted on the side of her neck. His kisses are languid, slow. Tentative. Dick still gauging his own want, while hoping to see how much Hana may want, too. ]
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Then again... something clearly changed because of the Magistrate. Made Dick second-guess himself, no matter how much faith others placed in him. Maybe, for once, he had to admit to the need for a safety net. For help. He’d become so used to taking charge, but he didn’t stop himself from taking charge from a distance. Far enough from his allies to shoulder too many burdens on his own, as if he could only trust himself to do the right thing. Whether he liked it or not, he was becoming more like Bruce before Hana’s intervention. And whether he wants to admit it or not, Bruce’s way led to his undoing— hence why Batman is so glaringly absent in the struggle. Dick can’t invest hope in the possibility that Bruce is only missing, and thus presumed dead.
But he can invest hope in Hana. Something tangible between them, that doesn’t have to be fleeting to matter. That can beautiful because it lasts. ]
Sounds like you want me to have your back in exchange.
[ Now he’s taunting her as she waits expectantly. With the way her suit’s designed, she can’t quite unzip herself, now can she? ]
You sure you want this to be easy mode, though?
[ He laments none exists that he can select, like life has become an accursed From Software game.
Fortunately, Dick’s only kidding. Because he steps forward to close the distance between himself and Hana, planting a hand on her hip. ]
Messing with you. Now hold still.
[ Supposedly, it’s to steady her as his other hand takes the zipper and begins pulling it down. He watches intently as her suit, a fine reinforced material, splits in two, exposing the skin of her back the further down he pulls the zipper. Once it reaches the bottom, the zipper ending just above Hana’s backside, Dick lifts his other hand away from her hip, to instead place both hands on her shoulders.
All so he can pull her sleeves down, help her begin doing away with her suit in its entirety, while he... leans forward, when up close. When Dick’s hands have rolled her sleeves down to her wrists, Hana will feel his lips, soft and warm, planted on the side of her neck. His kisses are languid, slow. Tentative. Dick still gauging his own want, while hoping to see how much Hana may want, too. ]