[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]

[ That's the thing about leaps of faith like this... ya just gotta believe someone will catch you or you land on your feet. Dick gives her hope and optimism in ways she could barely manage on her own. It was a lot coming off an orgasm to feel secure, but she does. There's no sense in overthinking and no sense in dwindling their time down in a shower if they were just honestly going to keep messy. Thems the rules and when Dick has to call her out with some dumb monkey meme about the smack – she is just giving him that one extra life before he kills the mood. ]

You really should put a wall up or something. Get some LED strips... maybe some of those fancy Phillip Hues – but... not bad! Trust me, seen worst.

[ Honestly, even if the PS6 tempts her as much as he does, she keeps her eyes on the prize. She was still a bit tired from the festivities, but that doesn't stop her from playing cute. With a harsh shove – she forces him down into the chair and looks around for the PS6 controller. With it weighed in her hand, she passes it off to him with a smirk ... as she slowly gets to her knees in front of him. ]

Boot it up. I'll keep busy while you do.

[ She abandons the chance to experience the first glance of a PS6 as rare as any precious resource nowadays. It was Dick that she really wanted to watch... how he may look down to her with interest, maybe show a fracture of anticipation for her to prey upon. Hana's hands move, slipping under his towel to feel peppered scars against his muscle and she can't help but catch her tongue with a snickering giggle to follow.

It was going to be her time to have fun. ]

You know I'm good for paying you back, right? Maybe not just as you did but... I think my mouth is a good replacement. Pull your cock out for me, okay? I want to see you get stiff for me.

[ When she speaks in her language, she makes him listen. Painfully slow, articulated and teasing. ]

[wareffort]

[ 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. ]

[dva]

[ Had she enough time to really give the PS6 the time it deserved... they would have ended up somewhere else than in front of a dozen computer screens. But, as she pushes him towards the chair, he's left to deal with her own little commands. How they seem serious, even coming from such a petite and sweet girl. There's a challenge in front of her and Hana nor D.Va ever was shy enough to turn one down.

If anything, she wants him to boot the console up and forget about it – counterproductive, but it was a little selfish of her to want to have her cake and eat it too. Their guise of gaming turned into fucking was clear by now... and with the towel offered, she clicks her tongue to her cheek. ]

Tch. How thoughtful.

[ Slowly, Hana undoes hers... a tug and her bare from primed and ready for more – even if a cold chill makes her shiver just a bit. The towels were worthwhile, however. Her knees do indeed find a home to them, the soft cushion helping her hoist herself up enough to run her hands to his thighs – forcefully spreading him for her. ]

I gotta pay you back for that exceptional attention you gave me. And I thiiiiink I know just the right way!

[ Eager, sure, he can see how she sizes him up. Her tongue lashes to her own lips and she holds a bit of restraint – instead letting her hand find home to his girth. Hana didn't need a map to traverse each inch and to be familiar with the way his veins weave up to his tip. She scoots closer, letting her cheek push against him affectionately – her lips barely a ghosting whisper to the side of his cock. ]

Warmer... but I wanted to make you squirm. Just let me enjoy this a moment, yeah? Get stiff as you can for me.

[wareffort]

[ In the meantime, it suffices to boot up an entirely different console. So to speak. I'll be here all week

And where Hana takes command, Dick utterly welcomes it. Hana's hands clasp his thighs with such authority before spreading them, like she's claiming something she's been entitled to all this time. The awareness of Hana's own comfort - knees squarely positioned on the towels stacked beneath her - puts Dick at greater ease, with him surrendering to the prospect of being taken care of. Yet more of what Hana was insisting, that Dick shouldn't shoulder everything on his own, also means he can't take the lead all the time.

Especially not here.

Not while she already begins teasing him, lips insinuating yet more contact, but never managing more against his cock besides a whisper. ]

Sounds like a superpower I don't have, Hana.

[ He reaches to clear some hair from Hana's face, disheveled as she is fresh off the shower. The gesture becomes him stroking the side of her head, though, with a familiar affection. She'll feel the warmth of his hand on the side of her face, its coarseness as he caresses her cheek and her head above her ear. Even now, especially now, he can't help but regard her with a fondness he once thought missing... once thought irretrievable. No longer believing that, Dick realizes how foolish he's been to deny himself such a good thing, his thoughts once so wrapped in excuses about the greater good.

Because the greater good includes him and Hana. It includes their happiness as much as anyone else's, even if it's on them to sacrifice it. He's begun to wonder if such a sacrifice was even what the world needed, back when they split up. But all the "could haves," "should haves," and "would haves" prove irrelevant. Dick realizes this, too.

Because nothing's better than the now. Than being intertwined with Hana once more, sharing their lives with each other yet again. Not as a repeat of the past, but as a march into the future. A future that Hana readily claims. ]

Not that I need it.

[ As Hana engages in yet more of her teasing, the mere sight of her does get a rise out of Dick. Her gestures suffice to harden him in front of her face, and she need only prod more than she already has to expose his full length-- anxious as it is to now emerge. ]

[dva]

[ If there was anything that Dick should remember about Hana, not just D.Va, it was that spunk and zest for life. She wasn't too shy when it came to those she was close with. Sure, she fell into the same trap he did where he hyperfocuses on missions now but... once upon a time, having fun and saving the day like some hero was her number one focus. Dick helped her grow up, in more ways than one, apparently.

There's the teasing side of the girl that eases them into this, where she doesn't dare kiss, suck or lick him. She wanted him hooked – focused on her, as if he hadn't been for the past ...well, who knows what time it was now. The intensity in her eyes was almost pleading, wanting him to be ready for her efforts. ]

I just like when you're extra twitchy, can you blame me?

[ She scoots up only a bit further so her mouth can pepper against his length now. Soft, fluttering kisses start at the tip of his cock, following downwards until she reaches his base. With those cute features of hers stuffed against him, lips dragging deeper as they return back to where they started – it was clear now, wasn't it? Hana's mission was to make this as memorable as possible.

It was slow, unlike her usual impulses, and particularly focused.

By the time she reaches his tip again, her tongue flicks deeply against his slit, rolling the underside with her wet organ, eyes looking up as if demanding he gives her praise. Girl isn't a size-queen persay, but who doesn't like hearing words of affirmation? By the time she pulls back, spit webs between his tip and her lips. ]

I think you need a lot of things you don't want to say yet. Liiiiiike, my mouth stuffed right here.

[wareffort]

[ The night was practically slipping away in the midst of all their activity. Dick has no desire at all to count the hours, to watch for whether or not dawn is breaking already. In the darkness of this Arkham sublevel, with no windows to indicate the time of day, the night lasts. Their tryst lasts, for as long as the two of them need it from each other. For Dick, everything else falls away - even the PS6 - as Hana occupies the center of his gaze. Thoughts threaten to wander, to take him back to the mission, but it's easier now than it ever was for Dick to recenter his focus.

How can he not, with a nude Hana right in front of him, openly goading him on? ]

Sounds like you're enabling my caffeine dependency.

[ Which he doesn't quite have... yet. But he suspects he's gonna be around a lot more gamer fuel now that Hana's back in his life. ]

You look like you're going for your own play of the game.

Way I see it... you're a strong contender. Bound to beat my record.

[ Could be that he's just trying to be sweet, saying this. It's not like he hasn't stopped caressing the side of her head, either. But the fierceness of Hana's gaze, the recognition she demands, isn't lost on him. And it's just one sex act too soon for Dick to deny her gratification. They've gotta get to know each other again, first! ]

Do it, then.

[ She's not bluffing, but it's like he calls one anyway. His speech is almost interrupted, however, by a moan that escapes his lips. His cock only hardens more at her every ministration, playful as ever. It's him at his most solid that she laps up with her tongue, though his tip proves to be where her attention begins and ends. ]

And don't... don't be afraid to use your hands.

[ Hana's right. Dick's avoiding being forthright about his wants, framing his desire as a suggestion. He can't help it, though-- curious to see how Hana might take initiative. Curious to simply let her take the wheel, to finally trust her with shouldering command. ]

[dva]

Maybe I'm just trying to be a – mmmph, good team player?

[ Play of the games come and go, but good teamwork lives forever. Hana has grown a lot in terms of rushing in and 'stealing' the spotlight be it for fame or for her own sense of self-worth. Despite her desire to touch him in return in the shower, to tend to him just as he was to her... she let him have his moment. Now? She has hers. Something calls for Hana to return every sentiment, as if she kept a catalog in the back of her mind. Her eagerness was clear by the time she follows his own suit, one hand carefully reaching up to feel the weight of his balls, the other gripping onto his base to keep him steady.

When she begins to work? She begins to work. The PS6 was the furthest thing from her mind at this point, even if the hum of the machines lulled her in a familiar way. His set up wasn't the worst – the one directly in front of her was far better. Hana's lips take him easily, tongue curious and goading all at once as if trying to encourage him to be – as she said – twitchy for her. It was proof of her handiwork, proof of a job well done.

Even as inches push past her tiers, grinding down to the expanse of her flattened tongue... she makes sure he has something of a show. How could he not with Hana on her knees in front of him? The noises she makes were peppered whines and messy squishes of spit, her fingers gaining some wetness from her mouth when she goes deeper onto him.

Her fingers massage at him, thickness and fullness all at once, while Hana tries to adjust her jaw to him fully – to take more without holding back now. She wanted to do this, she wanted to begin to learn what makes him tick again, see if some things have changed beyond their demeanors...

And it was something that excites her more than the actual act. ]

[wareffort]

You're definitely setting a good example.

[ And based on how tonight went, he definitely needs the lesson. Learning to trust someone else, especially an equal out in the field, can make or break a mission. That's why, when it counted most, Dick surrendered some authority to Hana, stopped monopolizing the mission and shouldering all of it on his own. A leader's nothing without a team, and after everything he's lost, Dick had to relearn that. He's very much in the process of that, still, surrendering yet more as he allows Hana to take control, to take care of him as she appraises his budding eagerness.

Her appraisal, of course, isn't for her viewing alone. Like Dick, Hana's a born performer. Here she is hoping to delight him with a private spectacle, something he can have all to himself, as she attends to his needs with considerable vigor. Every movement, here, is audible - she makes it known how much she dirties herself to please him, mouth sloppy as she takes in his girth, steadily accommodating as much of him as she can. On the level of performance, Dick's definitely captivated, his attention arrested by the spectacle Hana puts forth. Yet once again, the mere sight of her is enough to titillate, to secure him to his seat as his cock - upright and erect - unwaveringly stands at attention, awaiting more of her touch.

Anticipation, here, is just as rewarding as sensation. Hana will know this any time she looks up, able to see Dick grit his teeth as he attempts to hold himself back. To not let himself moan too loudly, or cry out and whimper in a way that would have him at a disadvantage. Visibly, his muscles tense, upper body now rigid and taut like a rubber band waiting to snap. Years of tension waiting to unravel, to explode, become readily apparent in Dick, who clearly struggles to contain himself. Struggling, of course, without resenting Hana's efforts to undermine it. ]

Dear god--

[ He can't help but exclaim, between labored breaths. Hana's only just begun, but Dick's practically putty in her hands. ]

Not surprised you know your way around a joystick.

[dva]

[ This was better than any trophy, any award, any spotlight. A true, humanizing celebration for a job well done. A small penance for the weight they felt on their shoulders for their cities. If Hana wanted to put D.Va down for a night, enjoy the company of an old flame as Hana? It would be their little secret. Their little downtime together.

...It sounds nicer the more she plays it through her head.

There was no denying that sporty, competitive side was still there though. She works his cock as if she had been starving for it – better than any meal they shared, more clued in and indicative of her loneliness than words could tell him if she had the nerve for that. Spit begins to seep past her lips from how messy she was, how unbridled she became in her desires to please him.

One hand keeps itself busy, rolling the bottom of her palm to cradle the weight of his balls, multi-tasking enough to jerk off the base of his cock where he somehow feels his stiffest. He's pent up, she thinks to herself, her eyes fluttering shut when she finds a rhythm that suits her.

She keeps going until she feels her jaw tense up – and she pulls back for a sweet capture of air in her lungs again. Spit connects them in the lewdest way possible, but her own lips in peppered, longing kisses to the crown of his cock was joining them back together. ]

– mmn, you should know that by now. Sounds like you'd underestimate me if I preformed any poorer... good thing for you, I don't know anything but –

[ So many words could be filled in there, but the confident girl didn't need to finish it. Her tongue snugly fits under shaft, bobbing her mouth back onto him with a kneading, soft squeeze to his sac.

Her words were sweet reminders of simpler times, of demeanors still good for this world... but her actions are what makes her quite the impressive girl.

Heroics and sex included. ]

[wareffort]

[ The pressure's building. Hana sees to that, noting the tension utterly radiating from Dick's body. He's like a fortress made of stress waiting to crumble as the cracks and fissures form on its foundations-- a bridge waiting to collapse, a boiler waiting to explode. Whatever he is, Dick's succumbing to the pressure induced by every one of Hana's efforts. Nude and on her knees in front of him, she presents a sight that keeps him upright and taut in her hand, susceptible to every stroke of her hand and suck of her lips. Every gesture serves to take him closer and closer to a pressure he can no longer withstand, a center that cannot hold. ]

I... I don't think there's a single world where I'd ever underestimate you.

[ Least of all here. Because that's pretty much the most he can say, the most words he can even think to say, as every pleasing sensation accumulates. Hana, in her unrelenting care, only takes Dick closer and closer to the inevitable. He feels it, too, anticipation building as clusters of nerves below his waist radiate with pleasure. The writing's on the wall, here, every sign pointing to the culmination of Hana's efforts. Dick's legs stiffen, every muscle tensing as he shudders in the pleasure of release, which he anticipates with gritted teeth. Desperately, he clutches Hana's shoulder, muttering, ]

Hana, please-- I'm almost--

[ He can't even finish his thought before he properly finishes, seed finally bursting from his tip. However Hana chooses to collect it all, there's now a haphazard array on her skin, scattering on her face and chest. The culmination, indeed, of so much tension. Evident not only in the amount, but in how far some of it flew. It's almost a little embarrassing to consider, Dick chuckling nervously at his own dishevelment-- the immensity of his own relief. ]

Okay.

[ Spent, he collapses into his gamer chair, crossing his arms behind his head to provide a makeshift cushion. ]

You wanted Play of the Game? Because you sure as hell got it.

[dva]

[ And fortunately, Hana prefers to build than destroy. To bring hope. Dick can expect as much as she tends to him, every longing sigh past her lips and every move she makes was with the hope she'd bring him to a fond memory. Back when things were good – where now... they can be better if they allow it.

Both of her hands find a home on his thighs, fingers dancing against his body to ease her motions. It was clear she doesn't know when to leave well enough alone and just settle on somewhere. Can you blame her? She wants it all – she wants him and she'd do things that feel dangerous even in the security of his little mancave to have it.

This isn't the time to hold back. Every second could be the last before his comms buzz him out for another mission or some certain monkey pings her OW device. Her mouth found a home to his shaft, deeper and deeper until she feels the resistance of his tip prodding the back of her throat. His pleads are the only thing that makes her pull back at the wrong time – where she's hit right against her cheeks usually peppered with pink warpaint.

Hana got only a few spurts against her lips, where she tongues away for a sweet treat and her panting seat between his legs feels natural at this point. ]

H-Hah... yeah? Glad to hear I still – nnn, still got it.

[ Her hand's up to thumb away at his seed from her jawline, a few smears on her collarbone is a poor way to wipe her reward away but – ]

Thanks for not making too much of a mess, but... this is nice, huh?

[wareffort]

What do you mean?

[ He knows what she means. The comfort of their intimacy, restored at last. The promise of a stable constant between them, despite an unstable world. Because despite the mess they've made of each other, the tryst that concludes their evening is cleansing. The weight of a yesterday that never was, a history they both yearned for and mourned, was finally lifted from their shoulders. Because now, only tomorrow is left. Tomorrow, with all its challenges. All its strife.

But also all its hope. If a better tomorrow can't be guaranteed, Dick's just gonna have to do the impossible again... like he's done many times. Whether with his colleagues in Gotham, the Titans, Overwatch-- despite all his success, he's forgotten more than he realizes. The Magistrate made him forget: these are worse odds than he's ever overcome, but Dick has to understand. His life has only ever been about escalation. Going from a Flying Grayson to Robin, then from Robin to Nightwing, and even Batman once or twice... Dick's no stranger to change.

To facing the impossible.

What's different, now, is remembering that taking the lead doesn't mean shouldering every burden. That he doesn't have to face the impossible alone.

Besides, he can't imagine a better person to face it with.

Hence Hana, whose shoulders he soon clasps with affection. Whose eyes he regards warmly, with something of a wistful smile. He was already enjoying the evening before now. But Hana's words, her own contentment, call attention to Dick's own. To the sudden awareness that for once, he can relax. He can ready himself to keep fighting the good fight, but for now, he can celebrate the win. ]

Okay. It is nice.

Maybe not "PS6" nice, but nice enough.

This all definitely calls for another shower, though.

[ He rises to his feet, stepping around Hana before offering a hand to help her up. ]

Then it's PS6 time. I promise.