[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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[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. ]

[wareffort]

[ Admittedly, Dick's gotten a little too carried away. Hard to blame him, though, for deriving a lot of satisfaction from watching Hana fall apart to his handiwork. Fingers unceasing as every incessant thrust guided her closer and closer to her own orgasm, which caused her to cease up right before him. When she implores him to stop, he merely stills his hand, fingers motionless within her walls. He wants to watch her climb down from the peak of her climax, watch breathing so frenzied and erratic become slow in the denouement of her pleasure. As soon as that passes, Dick pulls his fingers out.

Slowly.

Letting her sensitive slit feel every last inch of his fingers before they escape. ]

There. Play of the Game.

[ He can't let Hana get away with a shitty gamer joke without offering one of his own.

He's also just all too smug while watching Hana recover from said "play," looking down at her shy grin with a more satisfied grin of his own. ]

I'm rusty, but not too rusty.

Just hope I can say the same for you.

[ As if there's any actual doubt.

The shower water still patters down on them both, but it's become clear that they're both well past the need to clean themselves... for now. Drenched, Dick finds that while Gotham isn't dilapidated or ruinous, he can stand to conserve water in general. So as soon as he's relinquished himself from all his intimate contact with Hana, hands now free, he turns to shut off the shower. Because Dick wears a neutral expression, it might be clear to Hana that this isn't a preamble to something else, per se. This is far from a "fun time's over" sort of gesture. ]

I think that's enough showering for a while, don't you?

Besides. There's more to this place than just this if you wanna continue the tour.

[ He has to step back a bit to reach around the corner for towels, stored among the adjacent cabinets. After returning to offer one to Hana, Dick dries off then secures the towel around his waist. With something of a nonchalant, slightly comical grin, he shrugs in Hana's direction, saying one word that he knows will suffice as an explanation: ]

PS6.

[dva]

[ If she could... she'd probably have collapsed right then and there. The sensations were a familiar memory, one that fills her with happiness and warmth. It was as if the pieces were starting to line back up... that after years of feeling splattered across a table, no closer to being clear: the picture was making sense. A future without sacrifice was possible. ]

Mmm, you can have that one... for now.

[ Play of the Game, she means. She feels centered now, as if she was able to really catch her breath and feel the room stop from spinning. Licking at her own lips, there was some need to actually shower. As if they were on the same wavelength, she finishes own "shower" by ringing her hair out and smearing her hands down her body. It was sloppy, sure, but hey – why get clean when they were going to get messy again soon?

They both knew where this was going. ]

Yeah. I want the whole tour...

[ Sneaky with how she snickers, she'll take the towel in kind and wrap it around her petite frame. It was a good look, at least, better than how she looked being a drowned rat near the bottom of the rough waters...

He says something and her eyes perk up. Licking her lips in appreciation, she knows PS6 isn't their destination but... doesn't hurt to follow up: ]

Lead the way. Maybe I can enjoy the view this time, yeah? C'monnnnnn, go, go, go!

[ Was that an encouraging ass slap? Yes. Yes it was. ]

[wareffort]

[ And if she did collapse, Dick would've caught her. Held her close once more, cradling her in the security of his arms after ensuring she didn't collide with the floor. Held her, perhaps, to begin yet again: take her and make her finish a second time. But it's all only a fleeting fantasy, a captivating notion that Dick quickly and enthusiastically perishes. It's nothing, after all, that he can't pursue later. Especially where he plans to take her. ]

Hate to tell you this, but the PS6 isn't much to look at.

[ When he receives the slap, he lifts a finger at Hana, clearly pretending to be sterner than he is. ]

Remember, Hana. You may slap it... once.

[ The rest, she'll understand, she's gotta earn. Because now with the both of them clad in their own towels, Dick leads Hana to the other room. There, his computer chair awaits, stationed in front of a terminal with multiple monitors. A supercomputer not unlike the old Batcomputer is at his disposal here, the entire thing situated beside said monitors. One of the monitors, however, happens not to be connected to the computer. Rather, it's connected to the PS6 proper. ]

Voila. You got to see this already, but here it is again.

My "rig."

[ It's not something he's particularly proud of, having scrambled it all together when setting up this hideout. He gestures at it all like it's some carnival sideshow, though it's a relatively featureless display. The supercomputer manages to be so sleek as to be state-of-the-art, an assemblage of hard drives that make it - suspiciously enough - look like something out of a bitcoin farm.

Dick trusts he won't have to explain that isn't the case. He also trusts that Hana'll get a kick out of the PS6, which - after the widespread entrenchment of fascist violence globally - has only gotten more scarce, somehow. ]

Any time you're here and there's some downtime, feel free to give this thing a whirl.

Now, tell me.

What view were you really talking about?

[ Because he knows she didn't actually mean the PS6. ]

[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.