[ She didn't forget. This late-night dinner or early-morning breakfast wasn't enough to thank him. Even when she felt giddiness course through her, excitement in her heart – there's a moment when she shuts her eyes and she just remembers sinking. The feeling of control being stripped from her. If Dick wasn't there... would she have ever resurfaced?

One day, she plans in the back of her mind, she'll give him a proper thank you.

And now, they were just soaking in the fatigue and celebration of a job well done. He knows how to tease her, how to make her feel like things were normal again. Bubbles and suds did little to stroke the flames – it was him. ]

What?! I've been humbled over the years, ya know. I am not extra...

[ She pouts by the time Dick closes the distance again, using her 'weapon' against her. The soak smears against her skin, his hands dutiful in the light massage... A hiss of relief slips past her lips, her neck rolling back a little right when he finds a place to settle and focus on. To really put his efforts into the cute size of her chest. Her hand settles at his side, knuckles pressed into his skin as she balls her fist – trying to keep herself from making too much noise. Before he knows it, she's pressing into him – almost docking to his front half. Talk about being pouty... ]

So... once this shower is over... what next?

[ Even when they were having fun, Hana poses a serious question. One that has her glancing up with a vulnerability that he didn't usually get to see. ]

You can talk as short... or long-term as you want, BTW.