[dickva] love in a hopeless place ;(

[wareffort]

[ The Magistrate held Gotham City in a tighter chokehold than any before it. Where Gotham has seen corruption swell in the ranks of its police before, ameliorated only by the interventions of Batman in his early career, the city has seen the entrenchment of a more dedicated police state in recent years. The gerrymandering towards the interests of politicians acting as puppets for the Magistrate, in a more clandestine and concerted effort than even the Court of Owls had ever mounted, divided the city. Swayed public opinion to favor and rationalize the excessive force of the police, who then could dispense gratuitous violence upon Gotham's citizens with impunity. Every little thing was micromanaged, the slightest mistake punished with the severity of a Special Tribunal.

This couldn't have happened at a worse time. Justice League personnel were either missing or scattered, mired in turmoils of their own. Though Bruce had a plan in motion and was ready to execute it against the Magistrate, he had suddenly vanished. As time passed, it was becoming increasingly plausible to just presume that Batman was dead. But Bruce has pulled a disappearing act before, lost in time thanks to Darkseid's omega beam, only to restore himself to the present. Dick wants to believe Bruce is still out there, biding his time with some miracle he's preparing-- something to put an end to the Magistrate's impositions of martial law. Though the Magistrate represents a larger tide of authoritarian power moves across the globe, Dick sees a chance here to flip hegemony's chessboard.

Because he can't wait for Bruce. He can't hold out for something not guaranteed.

Nightwing has to act.

And his first measure was to found an insurgency, comprised of allies and former enemies alike. Gone now were the days of mysteries, conspiracies, wars for criminal capital. The stuff that Gotham's heroes tended to fight had become a bygone luxury in hindsight, a luxury compared to the violent surveillance of the Magistrate. Nightwing has had to spread himself thin, fighting the Magistrate's forces at every step. Protecting independent subversives from being targeted in their homes, protecting innocent people from being attacked out on the streets... it's everything Dick has ever done, with greater intensity. A political urgency.

Without the Justice League to call upon, Dick has had to expand his network of contacts. Pull from the world of heroes he grew up in, whose ideas raised him as much as Bruce's have. Clark had the Legion of Superheroes to count on, at times. Hal, the might of the Green Lantern Corps. Bruce, the Batmen of All Nations. And while Dick had the Titans, who were themselves spread thin across all corners of the globe, he had the Outsiders here in Gotham. He had everyone who's ever been impacted by him and Bruce enough to join their war on crime.

And now, he has Overwatch.

There's no denying that the Magistrate was getting extra firepower from Talon, supplying the regime with organic and omnic muscle alike. The escalation this brought forth warranted Dick's own, bringing him to his multi-monitored terminal in Arkham Asylum, whose inner chambers he's turned into his own secret headquarters. ]

Connect me to Winston, Tim. It's time.

[ In a text message on the screen, Tim assents. Winston appears on screen, ready to address Dick. ]

I know you have some action ongoing in Gibraltar.

But for the mission ahead, I'm gonna need some extra firepower. Cover for what I plan to do in the shadows.

Anybody on standby?

[ Upon receiving confirmation, Dick receives coordinates. He knows who's being sent his way, and where. Amidst the chaos of everything necessitating this situation... it's who he hoped it would be. But part of him has to bury that hope, for now, the joy of anticipation so at odds with his task.

The coordinates Winston sent correspond to a rendezvous point on top of Oracle's former clocktower. ]

Thanks, Winston. I'll debrief when I reach the rendezvous point.

[ Best not to communicate everything here. Dick knows better than to be too candid on encrypted channels.

With that, Dick gears up. Puts on a reinforced version of his typical Nightwing ensemble, all to protect him when facing down more cybernetic threats. Clandestinely, he exits the asylum and grapples high, keen to avoid detection by the Magistrate's searchlights. He anticipates reaching the clock tower in five minutes, the speed and fluidity of his body utterly compelled by the importance of his mission. Everyone has their place, active throughout Gotham to make the Magistrate fight a war on all fronts.

As leader, Dick has his place. Making sure everything goes according to plan. He just needs a little help to do it.

Because if Bruce isn't here to produce a miracle, Dick will. ]

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[dva]

[ There was not many chances for her to be this open. To play, to flirt. Even with her friends on Meka squad, even her friends she went to high school with... Hana keeps herself guarded. Just as Dick buries himself in work and obligations, she had to as well. It keeps them going. Keeps both of them alive long enough to celebrate more silly victories like this. With Denny's or without, there was a win on their hand, a dent into the blight that the world has to deal with. ]

Ohhh, I don't knoooow. That's a big responsibility. May need to have someone on your comms 24/7 keeping you at bay!

[ But, when push comes to shove... it was him that has a bit more experience playing this back and forth. Hana... didn't have much chances to date, really. So, she fumbles with a sputtered lips and eyeroll at his comment about showering.

Until... it did sink in. He can see the moment where she dismissively scoffs only to look away and replay what he said to her.

And then she glares to him. ]

That so? Okay... we'll see if you know how to treat guests, then.

[ She'll see him to it then. Stinky ex and all.

Hana grubs as fast as she can while she deals with the impromptu tour – and in reality, it wasn't much smaller than the tech room of their base back home. It was enough to at least feel... like it was good enough. Part of her wonders if anyone's been here – or if there's been any desire to bring anyone here. The walls didn't tell her any stories so she was left to piece things together, to think of what Dick did when he was able to relax. For once.

By the time Dick returns after his retrieval of the staff, she's inspecting it curiously and soon, scoops it up with both hands. A prototype or not, she's messing around with it to try and find the on-button, to find the way to light this bish up. ]

Okay. PS6 is totally going to get used before I go back home. Make sure I don't forget!

[ And, with some aim, Hana's at his side and the hum of the staff fizzles to life, enough to at least show it was still functioning. It takes some test of proximity, until it warms against his arm shortly after – it's not as strong as Mercy's so it'll take some time. ]

Then finish! Let me take it from here. Call me Dr. Song, unofficially.

[wareffort]

Desperate times call for desperate measures then, huh?

Though I don't know about getting all of Overwatch involved. Don't want my jokes to have too many casualties.

[ The divide between them, less by time apart and more by experience, reveals itself in Hana's reaction. How unsure she seems of what to say, whereas Dick is already so forthright about his intentions. Like he's read the room and knows there's nothing to fear from a little nudge in the direction they both - so very possibly - want. But he wouldn't take this kind of chance or hazard this kind of guess against just anybody.

And Hana's eventual acceptance of his offer only cements the notion. No suspicion lingers between them that she's any less special to him than she was years ago. That for all their time apart, they still want each other.

Her talk of "guests" causes him to smirk. Another thing he's more than happy to clear the air about. ]

You'd be the first. First in a long time.

So forgive me if I'm a bit rusty.

[ And when Hana finally readies the staff, keen to get it over with rather than prolong his suffering, Dick turns so that his wounded arm faces her. Shouldn't be a problem for the healing beam at this point. Straightforwardly, it should begin mending his wounds, even if the tech doesn't act as quickly as the model currently in Mercy's hands. ]

Don't worry. You know as well as I how conspicuous the damn console is.

[ Now Dick readies himself, watching the beam Hana had triggered into existence finally travel into his body, casting an angelic aura around him. And though he can feel the pain diminishing, however gradually, he feels that the wound itself isn't mending all the way. At least not yet. ]

That's weird. Something must be interfering with the beam's potency.

There's gotta be a way to expedite the process...

[ Even while the aura still radiates around his body, Dick turns briefly to face an empty table, where he begins placing his accoutrements. His mask, his gauntlets, shoulder pads, chest plate, all of it-- as well the bandage he'd wrapped around his wounded arm. All until he can finally remove the top half of his Nightwing suit. In the dim lights of this facility, every striation of muscle is harshened by shadow. Every scar, for that matter, is all the more pronounced. More, it seems, have accumulated since the last time Hana's seen him in this state. But from his disposition, unperturbed by the need to undress if it hastens proceedings, Dick's no worse for wear.

Instead he turns to make his wounded arm face the staff once more. ]

That's better. The thing can finally do what it's meant to.

[ And truly, his theory works. Several moments pass as his wound gradually seals, until nothing is left but a fresh scar to indicate its former presence. ]

Definitely gonna need some cover fire if we ever use this out in the field.

But what do you think, "Dr. Song?" Am I good?

[dva]

I dunno - might have to tag them in. Sounds exhausting already!

[ She tries to play it cool, keep it light. He knows where she stands. If he needed her, she was there – reluctant of if they had squashed their unsolved mysteries prior. It was fortunate that they did... that something clicked with them tonight to just... let things hit a boiling point. Of longing for simpler times, of attractions that was based on their synergy.

Stubborn as she was, she was... glad he kissed her. Glad he said the dumb things he said. If he didn't, she wouldn't truthfully knew where she stood. It would have been an assortment of awkwardness, of forcing a smile that she didn't want to.

Now – she can't help but show a toothy grin while she rods it up for him. Chat, go ahead and clip that. ]

I'm just saying... If you're going to take all my attention, leave some for gaming.

[ Hana isn't a healer by any means. Even if she wanted to... it wasn't her speed. The hum of the staff was just giving her a sense that she was really doing something. She thought she really was healing him good enough! She leans back when he calls out something being a little – ... off. Did she do it wrong? Was she maybe turning it on the wrong mode?

It clicks when he starts very clearly undressing. Hana feels red rush to her features but... she doesn't pull her gaze away. Sure, if they hadn't nearly got turned into a kebab kissing on the beach – she'd have looked away out of respect but... she's not a child. He wants her to look, she guesses, and she still plays her Dr. Song role while standing next to him at enough distance to let the aura work into him. There's some scars she remembers – the ones on his arms and shoulder blades... she's ran her fingers against those more times than she'd like to admit. ]

Dinner and a show. Nice.

[ An innocent whistle was followed by a snicker. Either way, the Hana was his medic today – and the staff does a fair enough job. It wasn't as strong or even as thorough as Mercy's... but it was good enough. Safe and sturdy when it needed to be. As his wound heals before her, Hana finally switches the staff "off" once it closes up. ]

Another paintstroke to the canvas.

[ And soon, he'd feel her palm press into his muscle softly, running her thumb over the scar as if trying to test something. Rougher, then soft – back and forth she strokes at him with a curious glance. ]

Is it tender? Hurt?

[wareffort]

If after everything that went down tonight, this is what exhausts you...

[ He can't finish the sentence without a sinister little laugh. ]

...you've got great stamina.

[ An appraisal that implicitly sets expectations. She knows the dance he's already doing, what it's drawing out of her just as it rescues her from the uncertainty she was stewing in before. Perhaps it's a certainty she needs, just as much as he does. It all definitely beats the the suspension of not knowing, of the maybes and should haves that they've been living with until now. Either way, Dick's tired of the variables. Of letting fate, or even the mission, dictate matters of the heart. If he really wants this, he'll put in the work.

If she really want this, he'll do all the overtime it takes. ]

Your attention's not all I plan to take, Hana. I need to score a few wins that are long overdue.

[ They held a close tie in Hana's favor on the PS6 port of Street Fighter III: 3rd Strike. The fact she murdered him with a perfectly executed Daigo parry two matches in a row? Absolutely criminal. Dick has had no choice but to consider himself a 'dead Robin' ever since.

At least the scars surface to show how often he's only ever come close to death. Sustaining many a blade wound and bullet graze, Dick maintains an eclectic collection of scar tissue. A sign that for all the kevlar lining and fancy tech that reinforce his Nightwing suit, he can never get too complacent with technology. So much will always rely on his wits and his skill - things you can't equip on a dime, like armor. ]

Call it compensation. At least I didn't outright tell you "I need healing."

[ Though the labor involved in pointing the Caduceus Staff isn't a high cost. It heartens him to listen to Hana's laughter, his own smile insinuating his enjoyment. Not in the voyeurism he's letting her indulge in, but in the mere sound of her laughter. The humor they can still share, even as she's trying to heal a wound that was made in an attempt on Dick's life. And when the work is finished and the wound is sealed, leaving a scar as the only trace of it, Slade can go wallow in his cell. Nightwing's gonna be fine enough to handle whatever Deathstroke throws at him next. ]

Huh.

[ He doesn't hesitate to let Hana appraise the wound, or where once there was one. She's as close now as she was before they started kissing, though. Back on the beach. ]

It's like new, is what it is. Can't say "good as" because of the scarring, but... good enough.

[ While Hana's still appraising his tricep, Dick reaches with his opposite hand to take hers, interrupting its discernments. ]

You, on the other hand. More than good enough.

Maybe more than I deserve.

[ That's him just attempting flattery for once, instead of self-flagellating over his perceived shortcomings. Because then he pulls Hana in close, until her chest meets his (by their height difference, that really means his sternum). He wants to kiss her again, looking down at her with a wistful smile. But then... he hesitates. He lets go of her hand, though he doesn't step back to distance himself from where she's standing. ]

Thank you.

Maybe we should finish our food first.

[dva]

[ He'll be reminded that her stamina hasn't gone down a bit with 'age'. The spunk she has wasn't just reliant on adrenaline or energy drinks. She was youthful to a fault, teasing and in with the times – but the girl had some energy to burn. He sets the mood light, keeps the punches rolling in terms of flirtations and challenges, as if trying to get back to how they were... A late dinner/early breakfast, a shower, a game... and some rest. It sounds like the formula for a good night until Hana has Winston blowing her phone up for a scheduled pick-up.

We'll see how that goes: do not threadjack or I will delete the community.

When he talks of taking, there's quite a few ways she could take that but she appraises the situation and just hums a sing-song kind of way in response. He knows what she's thinking – it's written all over her face. ]

Wins are what we're calling them, uh huh. [ But, he'd notice the humming is definitely more akin to the title screen of some of the fighting games they've played together. Like this, which totally got a remix or something. ] Do your worst, Grayson.

[ But, with the healing being the complete opposite of worst – Hana was pretty pleased with the visual. The scars were part of the territory... even Hana has a nice growing collection. One on the side of her hip, another on the inside of her forearm, a few leftover marks from scabbed knees or burns. She's far from perfect either but – maybe that's why they were here. This was badges of honor but they were both smart enough not to glorify it at least.

Her cheeks puffed out comically when he said I need healing. ]

AUGHHH, we hear that enough!! [ She laughs with an annoyed tone, but before she can realize the gravity of the situation... he brings her back down to Earth. Their closeness noted, his hand taking hers. Words peppered sweetly as if that was a prize hard-earned. Just as badly as he wants to kiss her, she looks up and expects it. When he falls short... she shakes her head. ] When will you get it? You're nerfing your chance at living if you think you deserve certain things... What if I say... you don't deserve another bite of food?

[ It's bold, a bit cruel with how she speaks it. Standing on her tip-toes, she's nearly brushing her nose against his... eyes serious: ]

And... maybe you deserve a shower.

[ Whether he wanted to or not, she settles back on her soles and starts... back-stepping. Guiding him slowly when her fingers hook into the waistband of his costume. Her eyes don't leave his, the tension and synergy reaching a point of no return now. But, of course, Hana has to be a shitlord: ]

Stinky.

[wareffort]

[ 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. ]

Hey. Do you mind?

[dva]

[ 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. ]

[wareffort]

[ 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. ]

[dva]

[ Being a hero wasn't just about fighting baddies or staying 'on-call' as much as possible... it was making a name notable. Hana has learned it wasn't like a copyrighted name, a name spanned across cola cans or on marquees of movie theaters (which weren't really good). It was building something that will outlive them, that someone can pick up if something happens. Hana was figuring this out – figuring out that she put the work in as much as Dick had to make up for lost time.

She figured it out later than him, but they both suffer the same fate. Burnout, lonely nights, and weights that nearly suffocate them. This... took a lot for them to agree on. It wasn't a transaction, it was a happenstance of them both allowing themselves to be happy. The kiss was a catalyst, bringing back feelings she regretted losing sight of.

And now, there was a small pocket of time they can be Dick and Hana. The shower isn't going anywhere, but time was against them.

It was foolish to believe she would pick a suit she couldn't undo. Hana was sneaky like that, biting her bottom lip in anticipation as she presented her back to him. It was childish games, but they both benefitted – didn't they? ]

If it was easy mode, we'd be in the shower already!

[ She nearly stands on her tip-toes when he touches her, when that suit begins to peel down her petite frame. He sees the familiar canvas of skin – of a few cute birthmarks here and there, scars she can't even remember getting. It's nothing like his... but he's not alone. Not now.

If he's looking for proof of her own wants, the sigh of relief was the first indication. No wisecracks, no deflecting... Hana sighs at the feeling of his lips but it was the acceptance of what they were doing. His name escapes her lips, a trembled bit of excitement from his efforts. Good job, buddy.

Hana reaches up to help and tug her upper half down – unfortunately hers wasn't a two-piece. It pools downward to her hips – her bare upper body (because plot) an after thought as she bends forward just enough to hook her own thumbs against her suit and start sloooooowwly tugging it down. The aftermath? Her ass hiking back into his front half with a slight roll up, pinning against him but ultimately? She still fails to pull the suit completely off. It hugs halfway over the shape of her backside – and here was Hana, ever the tease. ]

Not done helping... I hope.

[wareffort]

[ This is why Dick's Nightwing suit was always a two-piece. While he's flexible enough to unzip a onesie with a zipper on the back, it's a pain in the ass during a rush. Hana, however, doesn't quite have the same secret identity to negotiate. Hers is a whole 'nother ensemble of concerns that now, are neither here nor there. Not while she "struggles" to pull the jumpsuit down her backside, as if this wasn't a deliberate invitation. So here he is accepting the challenge, bending down to "help" Hana get free from her costume, each hand snatching either side of where the suit collects above her hips. ]

True. Less achievements out of easy mode, though.

[ With little effort, Dick compels the rest of her jumpsuit to fall down her legs, piling at her feet. He won't mind Hana kicking away the jumpsuit or anything, but he tugs at the crook of her elbow to suggest she stand upright again. Because then, he moves to continue kissing the back of her neck, his lips planting a trail on the space between her neck and shoulder, this area where he leaves deeper, more substantial kisses. His hands reach around her from behind to begin cupping each breast, palms pressing and fingers grasping with equal diligence. ]

Does this "help?"

[ He broke away from just above her shoulder to whisper that in her ear. Committing, instead, to nibbling it shortly thereafter. And where one hand remains on one of her breasts, the other ventures south, caressing her side along the way. Ghostly touches follow across her abdomen, down to her inner thighs, and back. His explorations represent a delicate appraisal of her curves, one that eventually leads him between her legs. There, he fingertips meet waiting folds that he then brushes ever so slightly. It's there that he doesn't commit, barely slipping his fingers into her slit before returning his hand to a neglected breast. ]

Damn.

[ He says it like he's actually disappointed to realize something, when in reality... he relishes in his effect on Hana. A familiar sense of satisfaction that coincided with their past, but now heralds their future. ]

Can't forget to actually hit the showers.

[dva]

[ Look, women's clothes were never practical. So much is true even now. Will they ever get pockets for their dresses in Seoul? Who knows. Point being, she gives Dick a reason (as if he needs one) to close the gap further. Guised under help, inspired by a cause to act on... she liked the teasing that came with it and liked making him work for it. ]

Eh? Didn't know you were keeping tally. It's not easy for me.

[ She plays cute, but kicks off the suit into the wall nearest without a second thought. They don't make things weird, don't wonder if they deserve this anymore than they needed to. There's no fire burning at them to tear into one another, but there's no resistance either. It happens slowly enough, natural and controlled. It was clear... they both really just wanted to enjoy the time they had without rushing too much.

Her face lights up when he kisses her more devotedly, whispering and just rooting that this was really happening in her mind. Her hands move to his, ghosting over his knuckles... finding any scars and tracing against them. Hana didn't stop touching him when he squeezes at the cute swell of her breasts perfect for a frame like hers – and he can feel her anxiousness and excitement with each scratch of her nails. ]

Getting there.

[ Down his palms go, a lightning strike of excitement races down her spine when he touches between her legs – enough to make her yelp out and stand a bit taller. How all that skill twirling batons... he handles her with care, enough to tease her and make her want more. ]

Okay, okay... [ Hana does all she can do ensure she's completely nude by the time Dick brings up the shower, regretfully – she has to pull away (someone had to) to keep things moving along. Sure, they could have some wicked good foreplay here but – what's better than a naked Dick Grayson and Hana Song? A wet, naked Dick Grayson and Hana Song. Hana faces him briefly, both of her hands reaching up to tug him down to her, enough where she kisses him roughly – with longing and no regret. No shock, no questions. She wants to chase the feeling that rushes through them both so... it was a brief way to sate her desires before she absconds into the shower – fumbling with the dials to find the right temperature. ] You know we're not going to get much accomplished here... just get more messy.

[wareffort]

[ Dick can see that. He'll never be one to complain about pockets when he's got more storage compartments than he knows what to do with (short of being a Rob Liefeld monstrosity, of course). And right now, he knows he's got even less reason to complain, as nothing protects Hana from exposure any longer. Here she is without her suit, though not completely bare. Not with Dick close behind her, offering his warmth, holding her in his arms having already begun touching her. Feeling not only the swell of her breasts, but the curves of her hips, the smoothness of her sides-- though it's all occasionally interrupted by some scars of her own. Like his, there's nothing to put on a pedestal. Just mere reminders of what they've survived, and what they can survive.

For once, though, Dick's lost a little too much focus. This is him getting overly handsy, getting carried away with how far his hands can roam. Fortunately, he's snapped back to reality once Hana escapes his arms, only to pull him down for a kiss. Yes, it's rough, and yes, it's abrupt... but Dick so desperately wants to kiss back, to prolong the softness of her lips. Something so familiar yet once, so utterly distant. It's rain after a long drought, almost, to find himself receiving what he'd been yearning for for so long-- what he labored to repress into believing he no longer wanted. He no longer plans on hesitating, though... to show her what he wants. ]

You make a good point. We do still stink.

Can you get the water running? I just need a second.

[ If Hana proceeds to the shower stall, Dick looks down to ensure the floor's now dry, he having showered the previous evening (...obviously). With that certainty, he carefully removes his boots and sets them aside near one of the tables. Then, after a moment's mental preparation, he performs a backflip and effectively flings both his boxers and pants into a nearby wall in the process. That seemed more efficient in his mind than just pulling them down and kicking them aside, apparently. ]

After some of that Denny's, I'm glad I could pull that off without getting a cramp!

[ And with that, he moseys on into the shower stall, where he joins Hana to become a wet, naked Dick.

Under the shower, the two of them drenched in its refreshing warmth, Dick catches Hana in another kiss. Returning the favor, it seems, for the way she left him. His own approach represents a similar longing, lips pressing against hers with a distinct eagerness, like seeking another kiss becomes no different from gasping for air. He's almost relentless in his passion, but stops short of suffocating Hana. He soon relinquishes himself to give her some breathing room, though he kisses her cheek before doing so. ]

We can afford to be a little messy.

[ Though not really, because then he turns to press on the foaming soap dispenser. ]

[dva]

[ Call it a baptism, where they wash away the parts that bring them pain. Where they welcome some divine intervention in the form of a back-up request that brings her to Gotham City tonight. This was enough to barely keep their head above water, sure, but it was worth it. Where they find themselves wanting to connect, to pick up where they left off. The regret melts away when Hana fiddles with the shower's water – a hot singe that makes her sigh in relief. Typical girls and their scalding hot showers, but... it had to feel good, y'know?

Hana, fortunately, didn't see any nerdy ass backflips because she would not want him to park that big Meka right in this little garage after that. :////////

Either way – after the loser is done playing magic mike over there, Hana had already claimed most of the shower's stream. Her hair was soaked worse now that it was free from her ponytail, cascading down her features and back. By the time he joins her, his kiss leaves her muffled yelp against his lips. Both of her hands snake against his frame, squeezing at his hips to steady herself from slipping. He kisses like he punches – with a target and force appropriate to get the job done. When they pull back, only a thin web of spit connects their lips and her features turn away bashfully at the continued affection. ]

Uh huh.

[ And ... yes, the shower was still desperately needed. That foam dispenser worked wonders – allowing her to catch suds and playfully fling them riiiight at his chest before nearly papping it into his flesh to leave him with a layer of white bubbles dripping down his chest towards his stomach and... even lower. ]

Do you know how to not be extra? You're lucky I think it's cute. Most of the time.

[wareffort]

[ Very literally did they keep themselves above water. But where Dick saved Hana from nearly drowning, she now saves him from spiraling into a pit of despair. It's what she's been doing since she got here, really, but it all seems to culminate in the intimacy they now share beneath the shower. An intimacy that calcified between them in the water's warmth, the heat a refreshing comfort to them both. The heat far preferable to the ice cold waters surrounding Blackgate Isle.

When Dick reunites with Hana in the shower, it's not lost on him that she didn't so much as glance at his backflipping. He shrugs to himself in jest before she turns to meet him, Dick content to eventually do a backflip off Hana's next Meka. Just to mess with her given the sheer ridiculousness of the prospect. Perhaps one of many things he can look forward to, now that a shared future between them isn't off the table. Denny's food, rather, is. And quite literally. A shared meal heralds more they have yet to share, as well as what they now share here.

The two of them broke from the kiss, but it's nothing earth-shattering. Not when they know they can just start kissing again at a moment's notice. Because in the meantime, Hana makes like a snowball fight with all that soap. Lathers Dick in suggestively and strategically placed suds, at which he can only look down and scoff in amusement. ]

You're gonna have to teach me.

Then again, I'm not sure you're the most qualified for it.

[ Like Hana isn't extra in her own ways. Never mind what the media exaggerates about their respective penchants for doritos and cereal. ]

Now how's this for cute?

[ He had started soaping down his body when Hana flung some soap at him. Now, he collects more to lather in his hands before reaching to spread that soap on Hana's chest. Thanks to the soap, each hand is smooth to the touch, grasping the fullness of her breasts with little friction. Only the gentle force from the pressure of Dick's palms, which descend so his hands can also feel up her sides, her stomach, her lower back. His way, it seems, of introducing her body to some more soap. But after canvassing different sides of Hana's body, Dick settles on her breasts. On fondling them with a distinct and measured care, for as long as his touches remain smooth.

All while the warmth of the shower still protects them, washing away the residual soap that Dick's explorations have left on Hana's body. ]

[dva]

[ 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.

[wareffort]

[ Whatever "thank you" Hana has in store, she'll detect nothing from Dick that suggests he feels entitled to something, expectant of some reward for his troubles, no matter how much he wants her. If anything can be thought of as a reward, it's her mere presence-- her mere proximity, as the two share space beneath the showerhead. ]

Humbled by who, exactly? Because that's difficult to imagine.

[ When Hana closes any distance between them to utterly press against him, Dick relents from all his fondling, instead holding her in a snug embrace. Though he catches her with his arms around her shoulders, wrapped around her upper back, he relaxes his hold to let his arms sink lower. Before long, Hana feels the comfort and security of his hands on the small of her back, Dick freeing her upper body so she can maneuver herself as needed: her hands, to frame his face or caress his chest, and her head, should she choose to tilt upward for a kiss.

Dick invites one as, conversely, he tips downward, lips first landing on her forehead before he plants a trail down to her mouth. He wants to smother her with affection, here, make up for lost time with cute little gestures-- gestures that culminate in a deeper, longer kiss. Lips meeting, sustaining contact as Dick lingers in the feeling, the intimacy, of a shared softness and warmth. All of it stuff that speaks less of any particular desire, but more of the simple delight that he takes in her presence.

Hence his mischievous smirk about it, despite her poutiness. A poutiness that doesn't seem to last, given her sudden question. It doesn't catch Dick off-guard to hear it-- he understands the importance of her words. In fact, he welcomes it just as he's welcomed Hana into his arms. A look of mischief softens into one of wistful reflection, of a man finally content when he imagines the future. ]

Next, we take down the Magistrate. You and me. With the Insurgency having our backs.

After that? I'm all for what's as long-term as we both want.

Because I don't need to think too far ahead to know... I want you around.

Whatever happens, I just want you back in my life. Figuring out the rest of it with you.

[dva]

Ummmm, life! [ She tries to think on the spot but, her answer wasn't any less true. She may play it off lightly, but there had been changes to the world since they spent afternoons skipping over to the nearest boba place.

Technically, by the time she weasels her way against him, her chest and torso do the work of her hands – smearing suds against him, allowing any 'cleaning' to feel more like a reward than a chore at this point. He touches her, she touches him, they play this light back and forth it feels almost as if they have been depraved of something so... natural.

Hana didn't text him. He didn't text her. There were things left unsaid. There were more...important things at hand. All of that caused a rift they were slowly starting to push together, reversing something as crippling as absence.

The kisses keep coming. She'd never complain, greedily taking his mouth against hers when she has the ability to, dragging her tongue against his lips and just... soaking in more than just the heat of the water. The moment between them felt so short and she didn't want to break free. Before he knows it, she was wedging her arm between them, her hand pushing the suds down lower... and lower... until? Well, hm. ]

Sounds like a plan.

[ Her native tongue sounds almost dirty with how her breath feels scarce, her heartbeat beginning to race. There was something infectious about promise of better... about figuring out what would work. Be it heroics... and themselves, did they really have time to just... go with the flow?

Hana's wet form doesn't pull away at all, still just letting the water rush down them both – to just feel him against her. ]

You're going to have to figure out timezones again... [ Or maybe it was Hana would who call 5-6 hours too soon. Who knew. ] And you can keep requesting me from OW... and give me reason to come back here. Y'know, on record...

[wareffort]

That took some thinking. Pretty sure you did better than you realize.

[ That's Dick wanting to give Hana the credit he thinks she deserves. The way the world has become, it's been hard for everyone. And despite what hung over the both of them, seeming to keep them apart, Hana was no worse for wear in the way she handled herself in combat - doing what she does best. Her commitment to being the hero was she made out to be was always something Dick admired, knowing full well the extent of what she sacrificed in the process. A normal personal life, not beholden to the public eye, was foreclosed from her. And while now, D.Va's less of a media presence during this era of stress, the weight of her responsibilities to the world has not diminished.

Neither has his. But he's ready to share the burden, to contribute strength that can lighten the load for them both. Which is why he's been holding her so close, wont never to let go, even as Hana's arm intercepts the space between their bodies. It's purposeful, though, and a welcome maneuver. A gesture Dick can only smile at as he watches in anticipation, heeding Hana's Korean. ]

They say failing to prepare is preparing to fail.

[ There's Dick peppering in some of his own Korean. ]

We're gonna make this work no matter what. Trust me.

[ With that, he looks down at where Hana's hand has ventured. It's cute enough to get a chuckle out of him, his own arousal making itself known thanks to her hand's proximity. Water, however, gets in the way. Alleviates the necessary amount of friction for anything more than this. But besides thinking of the future, there's another reason said he what he said, about "failing to prepare."

He escapes from Hana's grasp with something of a pleading look, as if to tell her "I won't be gone long." Because he steps out of the shower stall to reach for the adjacent shelf, one that he pointed out during his tour. He returns with a container of some waterproof... personal lubricant. With a guilty, self-deprecating smirk, Dick shows Hana the bottle. ]

Look, if we're gonna be here a while... [ He sighs. The idea's practical, sure. But no less silly.

He hopes she doesn't ask why he even owns this. Why he ever needed to. Should be neither here nor there, he hopes. Because when earlier, he said she was the first guest in a long time, he really meant "long time," but not... "no guest ever." ]

Water just, y'know. Gets too slick.

[dva]

[ Their chemistry would get a reaction – good, then bad, now back to good. They sacrificed many things in the game of chess that kept the world spinning as much as it could. Hana didn't want to look at him with bitterness. Even when she first bunnyhopped down to him on that rooftop – she braved her feelings, noting the reasons why he still made her heart beat faster and faster.

Now, she feels it nearly leaping past her throat. That was all because of him, though. His precise and careful way he talks to her makes her smirk – wincing as if trying to judge his dialect. ]

Good thing you don't fail me where it counts.

[ Whether she was being perverted or charitable, Hana drags her fingers away from his length by the time he steps out and fetches something... hm. Useful? Water was not really her forte – so she just assumed things would be... fast. Quick. And yes, messy. This makes her scrunch her nose up at him as she tries to hold back a laugh. ]

Always prepared, ahh? If you're worried about slickness... [ She'll be quick to grab the bottle, wagging it at him as if scolding him gently. Her free hand grabs his, fingers dancing against the back of his hand and guiding him lower, here he can feel a different kind of wet between her legs. ] I'm sure the more the merrier then.

[ It's been a while for Hana too. Her own toys, her own fingers keeping her company and she gets it – there's... an unspoken realism there. That they have to face want, desires, and practicality. ]

I just know we usually used this kind of stuff for – [ Her face flushes a deep red, clear to piece together for what. ] – Don't know how long your water will stay hot either way so... Hurry up and kiss me again, yeah?

[wareffort]

[ Yeah, Dick's not gonna presume to be the most fluent, here. But at least he knows enough to be intelligible, to allow his feelings to reach her regardless. It's why he smiles, still, in self-deprecating awareness of what is - at best - a competent grasp of the language. He just hopes the effort comes off as sweet, Dick smiling more at Hana's words in reply. Best to stick to his forte, though, consciously switching back to English.

As Hana takes command of the bottle for a moment, only to guide Dick's hand to where she needs it to go, he hardly relents. Why bother, when she leads him right where he wants to be? The warmth within her hits him like a distant memory suddenly vivified, his fingers palpating a wetness of a different sort between Hana's legs. A thicker texture than water, to be sure, that goads his venturesome hand into further action... into running three fingers against her slit, fingertips palpating her folds while only slightly breaching the opening. As if to understand what he's up against before enacting a plan of attack. ]

This'll keep things consistent, trust me.

As the "universal solvent," water would get rid of any friction that you provide, uh... naturally.

[ There's no delicate way of putting it, is there? ]

And don't worry about the heat. The city's under occupation, not run down.

[ From that, he resists a laugh. What he doesn't resist is a compulsion to act the moment he witnesses the reddening of Hana's complexion. He claims the bottle for himself, coating the fingers he'd just been touching her with in some lube. After shutting the cape and placing it on the floor beside an adjacent wall, Dick steps forward. To see Hana so flustered for once, it being a rare sight since they left each other, Dick can only close the lingering distance between them. Pushing Hana, however gently, to the wall. Against it. ]

Oh, I'll do more than kiss you, Hana.

Just watch.

[ With a hand planted on one of Hana's biceps, Dick holds her steady, feeling no urgency to outright pin her to the wall. At least... not yet.

Rather, he leans in for a kiss, suspecting it to be enough that he starts to make out with her, pressing his lips against hers with a want he's desperate to sate. His free hand reaches between her legs, the same hand that had felt her up before... and below, it reintroduces itself. Reminds Hana of what she'd only gotten a taste of, though now there's no risk of it all smoothening under the water's influence. Now, with fingers coated in lube, Dick already sinks three inside her. Betting, without much proof, that Hana's now aroused enough to accommodate this much.

It's a willingness for trial and error that he definitely didn't have at the start of the evening. But when it's clear that he can fit enough of himself inside her, three fingers snug in their encroachment upon her walls, he musters the repeated flick of his wrist. He comes at Hana from below with this abrupt yet consistent force, concussive as he fills her with each reentry of his fingers. At the apex of his hand's thrusts, he taps what's most sensitive within her, fingertips groping it with calculated pressure. Before and after, his movements invigorate the nerves framing her slit, such that entry and reentry keep her on her toes.

All while Dick traps her in a deep and languid kiss, emblematic of their mutual longing. At this point, the cold of the shower wall might not matter to Hana, who finds herself utterly preoccupied on two fronts, the warmth of Dick's touch now abundant in each. ]

As above, so below.

[ Yes, he finds time to mutter that between kisses. It's the last thing he says before getting his tongue involved in the action, lapping up Hana's, enticing it to reply in kind. ]

[dva]

[ Don't worry, she found it absolutely cute. He tries, for her, and that was what matters. These pocketed little moments were filed away – where they were speaking her language in the middle of a shower after getting nearly ruined by baddies... all with Hana peering past to that PS6 calling her name.

Just kidding, for now, her eyes were on him. She wants to know exactly what to expect... as if she was still guarded despite being stripped bare. The thing about Dick Grayson...? It would be hard to keep up if she let herself slip away... let herself just give in. There has to be some resistance, to make things not so simple... It was as if they both wouldn't allow that ease to come.

They fought for this, fought for a damn moment to get their head above water. So... they swim in this pleasure together. Hana gasps at his advancement, eagerly she chews her bottom lip as if she can already know what awaits for her. Their intimacy was something exciting and challenging all at once, this was no different.

He can feel her stiffen by the time his fingers found a suitable target. A gasp follows, she shifts herself idly against him to adjust shortly after. Even now, when she's receiving – there's a pout on her lips as if she should be doing something in return. So... she talks. And descriptively at that. ]

Did you miss this? Feeling me from the inside out? Be honessstttt...

[ It was the first indication that she wants clarity, wants more truth too. The three fingers do a good job of pounding against her to entice those wet, lewd noises out of her. He can tell even without lube, she'd have been ready for him – any way that he could have given it to her. She's quite seriously on her toes at this rate, standing taller as if she would be squirming on a bed. ]

It's been way – way too long...

[ Her cry of pleasure was cut short by his kiss, where she finally reaches down and back to squeeze at his hip. To brace him to keep doing anything to reunite them like this. His invasive fingers hit her in ways hers don't. It's as if he knows her better than she does – or maybe she likes him taking charge like this over something as simple as getting herself off.

Her tongue doesn't settle, not here, not now. Eagerly she kisses against him, not minding the wetness or steam building. It only adds to it this moment – one that was unlike any of their past hook-ups. This feels more... at stake. As if they needed to do this before time slips by, takes them in different direction. Her heart longs for him, but her body welcomes him eagerly inside of her.

By the time she pulls back, she gasps his name against his lips – indicative that he worked a pretty good sweet spot. Good job, buddy. ]

[wareffort]

What, you worried I somehow didn't?

[ To make his intentions all the more conspicuous, the next thrust of his hand proves a tad more powerful, fingers sliding against her walls with greater force. The gesture is singular. Abrupt. An outlier in the otherwise gentle, consistent, and exploratory movements with which his fingers began... and to which they return to. Whatever response he elicits from this maneuver, Dick can only laugh smugly, relishing in the clear effect that he has on her. There's a simple, almost wholesome joy he takes in knowing they can still share this, despite any lingering hang-ups. Despite the overwhelming instinct to stay guarded that he can neither fault himself nor Hana for.

No, it's something they're actively working to mitigate... together. For however long it takes, however close they must become once more to get used to each other. Because the time and distance between them, behind them, is powerful. More powerful than the waters that threatened to drown Hana, and more powerful than any force Deathstroke could muster against Dick.

Perhaps the only thing more powerful is Dick's desire to earrn the "Play of the Game." Which seems to be on his mind in the way Hana's unfurled against his ministrations, her body succumbing to the accumulating sensations he brings forth. Between Dick's body and the wall, Hana's effectively sandwiched into a secure position, smothered as she is by their exchange of kisses above... and the pummeling from Dick's fingers below. With no need to hold her steady by her bicep any further, Dick's newly freed hand appraises the smoothness of Hana's nearest breast, lathered as it still is in soap. His hand glides against her skin despite the pressure it gives, incidentally pinning her to the wall with every forward motion of his fondling. ]

Don't sweat it, Hana. Everyone needs a refresher sometime.

[ It's upon saying this that he plants a kiss on Hana's neck, before tilting his head to whisper in her ear. ]

Won't be long before I have to play catch-up, myself.

[ Seriously. Hana just has the luxury of occupying the hot seat, beholden to all Dick's so eager to give. But reciprocity's inevitable, and she can remember how Dick behaves on the receiving end. Maybe, from remembering this in his own way, Dick's motivated to give her the fingerbanging of her life. The first of many he intends to surpass. That's why his motions below are unceasing, wrist flicking and fingers curling to compound the intensity of his encroachments. Three fingers fill Hana, indeed reaching her in ways her own hands can't. Chalk it up to the way Dick's hands simply dwarf Hana's in size and length, as she's certainly repeating the benefits of that difference. And where his motions were smooth and steady before, the aggression of that singular abrupt motion becomes the norm, the muscles of his arm and shoulders visibly tensing from the strain.

Yet in the ease of his breathing, the serenity of his expression, this isn't the most he can expend. And in whatever way Hana must then shift her body to adjust and accommodate this deluge of vivified sensations... Dick will oblige. Anything to reacquaint Hana with that familiar precipice left woefully neglected by their separation. ]

[dva]

[ She stiffens her bottom lip, refusing to answer. Maybe she did worry he never missed her... that duty brought him down a hole he couldn't get out of. It almost does for her, sometimes, where she wants to pull a 24/7 shift at Meka to keep the patrol strong. With that kind of burden, life falls apart.

Fortunately... they didn't let it get that far. Fate brought her back here and look what happened! Wounds that healed easier than with Mercy's staff – picking up where time had split them apart and left them in their own directions. Hana has to contend with want and desires, her own bubbling need battles logic – that food and sleep would be a better way to spend their time but...

She wanted him. She couldn't stop thinking about the kiss on the beach, how he saved her – think about the words that still feel free in her mind.

But, those thoughts come later... she needs to come first. :/ Maybe he remembers how she likes this, how the motions of his hand his spots that feel sensitive and pinpointed. Hana's jaw drops – a croaked cry of pleasure echoing around the enclosed space easily. One of her legs hikes up just a little off the floor, giving him better access to feel her, to aggressively pound against her front half. There was so much they needed to share together, and so much she wanted to do to him in return.

His actions inspire – and blindly with her eyes rolled back at the right pressure, she fumbles around his front half to try to feel for him. Once she does, her grip is strong. Firm. Desperate. Hana strokes against him, tugging him closer as if she wanted to make his job difficult. Sneaky girl. ]

You're doing good... really good – [ Her breath shaky, her eyes gaze up to him if he pulls his features from her neck – where she looks most needy. ] 10/10... even... just don't stop until I say so... nnn, okay?

[wareffort]

[ She’d be right to worry. Dick was never like Bruce, but the man did raise him. And that showed in Dick’s own dedication to the mission, which compelled him to spiral into a state of obsessive determination towards a particular goal. The Titans have seen it, the Outsiders have seen it, Overwatch has seen it… and now the Insurgency, most of all, has seen it. Especially under such desperate times, when all of Dick’s talents and skills have been put to the test, spreading him thin and depleting him into the state Hana first witnessed earlier this past evening. It might be a relief, then, to see so much of that come undone, utterly remedied by her presence.

There’s a lot left to undo and a lot left to unlearn, but Dick clearly doesn’t resent that fact. Especially now while his fingers, still inside her, approach with a greater wherewithal, greater access availed by the slight spreading of Hana’s legs as she lifts one off the floor. Her adjustment tempts Dick to seize her here, manhandle her to turn around and let him finger her from behind while she grips the wall… but then he hears her words. “Don’t stop until I say so,” she says. ]

You’re the boss.

[ Truly, her command only causes him to grin in delight, Dick having been assigned the task of seeing this through before he can entertain other ideas. No skin off his back, obviously. Not when seeing Hana come undone this way is a pleasure in itself. Not when it’s so gratifying to watch her body shift against his every thrust, giving way to the sheer force of his every moment: each flick of his wrist and propulsion of his arm that compels Hana to see stars. To lose her presence of mind while Dick, like a battering ram, pummels against her defenses relentlessly.

Even while she seizes him, her own impressive determination powering her grip on his cock. Dick understands the feeling, here, the desire to reciprocate. It even warms his heart. But he wants to make it known that it’s not her turn, yet.

So his arm moves faster. His hand hits harder. And his fingers penetrate deeper.

All to see how far he can take Hana before she finally collapses under the weight of so much pleasure. Sensations Dick can only imagine, but has no reason to doubt. ]

Wait your turn, kid.

[ There he is, trying to pacify her sneaky fumbling in her own language. ]

[dva]

[ They both did what they needed to do for their cities. For their people. For themselves. What would Hana do if she believed being D.Va was all glitz and glamour? Meka Squad had been there from the start to be a beacon of hope for the world... and yes, that took marketing and propaganda – but that fades away with the spotlight grows on a different force. Hana took what she learned from Dick seriously, she bettered herself and honed her own attentions to doing well.

Years of it, and now... she's feeling selfish. For one night, she welcomes him to re-open the closed chapters of their stories. Her insides greet him with a tightness, as if refusing to let him go until she dubs the terms worthy. It takes a balance to truly hold herself against him to try and deliver something else in return.

Each jolt of pleasure that courses through her body nearly sends her tumbling over, but he has her. Secure and swimming in her own desires. The seconds tick by, lost in the steam of the shower where she feels she's been pounding into relentlessly for hours. The driving force makes her sigh, makes her whimper stubbornly as if trying to make this last longer.

He stops her in her tracks from giving too much of a lead on jerking him off in return. The childish pout of annoyance rolls off her lips soon after, why? Because she's close and his denial makes her focus on how his fingers invade her – how they know where to hit to bring her over the edge.

Hana's orgasm comes in a sharp cry – where she finally puts her foot back on the ground to balance herself, knees tremble and her thighs clamp on either side of his hand. ]

S-Stop, stop, stop... fuck.

[ She hates that she came so quickly, flushed features clear as she tilts her head up to look at him with a narrowed gaze. He didn't need to doubt how hard her orgasm was, how it still lingers on her limbs and if he remained inside of her – her walls kiss and squeeze onto him.

All she can do is pant, before those lips curl up into a shy grin. ]

G-Getting your practice in... not bad. Not bad at all. Was worried you'd turn into a button smasher...

[ Good lord, Hana. ]