[ Even when they had first reunited this past evening, Dick never doubted that Hana would find her footing, no matter the obstacle-- no matter the uncertainty. Just so happens that now, the struggle's to recover from her own orgasm, to get her bearings straight in an unfamiliar environment while alone with the man whose heart first seemed lost to her. Incapable of salvaging... incapable of renewal. But if there's still hope for him after evoking a monkey meme, there's definitely hope for them to rekindle what they once shared. ]
Noted. Gimme a week and you'll find this place decked out to perfection.
Expect a minifridge full of gamer fuel, too.
[ Never mind that historically, Alfred ended up drinking more of those than he, Jason, and Tim ever did. Reminded him of his days in the trenches, apparently! ]
You got it.
[ There's Dick again, led by his one-track mind to seize the controller and boot up the console. He watches its corresponding monitor flash on, the rest inactive while unused. The melodic hum of the system turning on echoes through the chamber where Dick and Hana reside, sound traveling eerily as a reminder of what these cavernous halls once were: Arkham Asylum. Though admittedly, Hana has far fewer memories of this place - if at all - than Dick does. But by association, she surely understands its importance. What it means as a site of contestation in Batman's war on crime.
And now it's home to Dick's PS6.
Which he'd been so preoccupied with booting up, he was passively accepting Hana's exploratory touches. The way she felt up his scars before curious fingers wandered lower, causing Dick to stiffen - in more ways than one - in surprise. He simply turns to look at her with something of a tongue-in-cheek grin, understanding every word of her Korean. ]
I better take a seat, then.
[ After answering in Hana's language, Dick unfurls his towel drops down to the seat behind him. Once comfortable, he proffers the towel to her. ]
This towel, and yours. I suggest you stack them to cushion your knees.
[ The floor out here isn't any softer than the shower's, that's for sure. ]
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Noted. Gimme a week and you'll find this place decked out to perfection.
Expect a minifridge full of gamer fuel, too.
[ Never mind that historically, Alfred ended up drinking more of those than he, Jason, and Tim ever did. Reminded him of his days in the trenches, apparently! ]
You got it.
[ There's Dick again, led by his one-track mind to seize the controller and boot up the console. He watches its corresponding monitor flash on, the rest inactive while unused. The melodic hum of the system turning on echoes through the chamber where Dick and Hana reside, sound traveling eerily as a reminder of what these cavernous halls once were: Arkham Asylum. Though admittedly, Hana has far fewer memories of this place - if at all - than Dick does. But by association, she surely understands its importance. What it means as a site of contestation in Batman's war on crime.
And now it's home to Dick's PS6.
Which he'd been so preoccupied with booting up, he was passively accepting Hana's exploratory touches. The way she felt up his scars before curious fingers wandered lower, causing Dick to stiffen - in more ways than one - in surprise. He simply turns to look at her with something of a tongue-in-cheek grin, understanding every word of her Korean. ]
I better take a seat, then.
[ After answering in Hana's language, Dick unfurls his towel drops down to the seat behind him. Once comfortable, he proffers the towel to her. ]
This towel, and yours. I suggest you stack them to cushion your knees.
[ The floor out here isn't any softer than the shower's, that's for sure. ]