[ why else suit up every night, despite everything that happened? he had a lot of grief and anger, not unlike bruce, but that wasn't what pushed him. isn't what pushes him now, working with donna to put together a team instead of pursuing a normal job. gotham needed him, and that was his lifeline. people needed, still need, help -- and he can give it. ]
[ it doesn't take her long to get to dick's room, and she seems pretty proud of herself once she does, and it's because she only tipped the pitcher over enough to spill a little just once. it's fine. she's feeling good about it. she using her foot to shut the door behind her, then slowly moves over to sit by him on the floor, pitcher tight in both hands.
and then she takes a long sip from it, so, so careful not to spill. she gives him a big smile once she puts the pitcher on the floor between them, not unlike a kindergartener sharing her juice box at school. ]
[ he's already got a record on, music filling the air in the way that digital just can't replicate -- he could probably ramble about it for a while, and unfortunately his usual social graces (such as they are) that'd stop him are pretty minimal. luckily, donna's already managed to distract him with the water.
not the pitcher. he just accepts that. seems logical, they're both very thirsty. ]
Hi.
[ it's impossible not to smile in return, as he reaches out to take a sip of his own from the pitcher. ]
-- oh, shit.
[ though he's not as good as not spilling any as she is, getting some water on his button-down like a pro. ]
[ donna will never, ever own up to it, but there's a small snort before she laughs, reaching out to take the pitcher from him so she can take another long drink before she puts it back where it belongs. between them, on the floor. totally safe and not spilling anywhere. ]
I didn't think I had to put your water in a sippy cup, but I can. I can find one for you.
[ she's still laughing, because okay, maybe she could have grabbed straws. eliminate the need to pick up the pitcher at all. but maybe she thought he'd be fine picking it up. when she looks up at him again her laugh doubles over into more of a giggle, and she reaches out to rub her thumb along his chin, not really succeeding in wiping away the water there, but she tried. ]
Fuck you. [ this isn't funny????? nothing about this is funny??? ] I'm an acrobat.
[ he's not clumsy!! at all! despite all appearances to the contrary! he scowls tremendously, which is harder than it looks because -- honestly, her laugh is pretty infectious. it's hard to stay mad. he shoves at her hand, but half-heartedly. ]
[ i'm an acrobat just makes her laugh harder, enough that she feels the need to cover her face with both of her hands, like she won't be able to stop as long as she's looking at him, and he's looking at her. she has to hide, and get her shit together. ]
I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm- very sorry.
[ said while her laughter is finally settling down, so. maybe she means it.
( she does not mean it ) ]
You're a fantastic acrobat, the most amazing. There has never been a more impressive acrobat than Dick Grayson. I'm honored to be in your presence, oh great flippy one.
[ plus maybe she knew harping on it long enough would get him to laugh. it might have something to do with that, too. and the shove does make her sway a bit, but only because she's leaning into it.
after a moment she's laying back, legs still criss-crossed, arms stretching over her head before she settles that way. they're comfortable there. her expression changes a bit once she looks at him from there, but it's nothing too serious ]
Would you rather - [ she's not ready to give up this game yet, apparently ] - be able to hear people's thoughts, or be able to speak in any language.
[ he lays back when she does, mirrored, keeps his hands behind his head. looks up at the ceiling with the vague sense of the world spinning around them, a kind of dizziness he won't feel as long as he keeps still like this with her. ]
Hear peoples's thoughts. [ the batman answer, though he'd hate to hear it put like that. ] I already know a few languages, anyway.
Would you rather... [ he glances at her, then asks, ] ...stay here forever, or go back to Themyscira forever?
[ her lips purse as she huffs a very huffy exhale, because maybe she was going to tease him about his answer, but his question manages to kind of knock the wind out of her. which she's sure was intentional - not malicious, never, but they both tend to ask the harder hitting questions when honesty is the name of the game. they don't have her lasso, but they don't really need it at this point. even if, sometimes, it's for a layer of reassurance neither of them would ever admit to needing sometimes.
she turns her head to look at the side of his face, brow furrowed. it's hard to find the words. ]
You know I don't have a choice. [ so it doesn't matter much, which she'd rather. right? she doesn't sound defensive, just- maybe like they've already had this conversation. which they so totally have. ] I'm lucky they even gave me this much time here. And that's only because Diana trusts me. And likes you.
turns to look at her, meet her eyes, breathe her air while she's still looking at him. like, play the game, that's all he meant! except that isn't all he meant, because they have had this conversation before. a lot. she says that diana likes him, and he knows it's true on some level -- he grew up around the justice league, he knows how they care about him and donna. he knows it's no small thing for amazons to approve of him, for jillian to let donna live out in the world of men and work with him. (for whatever value of approval jillian feels about him. if she disliked him, he'd know.)
maybe it's just a sick sense of masochism, or maybe it's some kind of arrogance, but sometimes the mood seizes him and he can't help thinking: what if he just isn't enough for her to stay. what if he did more, was more, and was enough to make her want to stay? ]
[ it takes a second for her eyes to focus on his, though even as she elbows up to lean on her forearm instead of laying flat, she still shuts her eyes for a moment like that'll give her a little more mental clarity here too. but her mind is just as sluggish as it was before when she was trying to text him, and she knows she can't just keep parroting things she's said in the past about this subject, otherwise they'll talk in circles all night. when her eyes open again, she tries to wade through the soft, easy answers she could give him until she lands on- ]
Even if I pick Themyscira, even- when I have to go back, you know it wouldn't really be forever. Right? Not for me and you. [ oh, she knows it won't be as easy as that. but even without the booze making her feel a little more vulnerable than she'd admit, her conviction in this is still the same. she'll find a way. ] I can't be a Titan forever, you know that. But that doesn't mean I won't be here for you. There's no version of this where I never see you again. Not a chance.
[ he's quiet a long, long moment, looking at her. ]
Okay.
[ he's not sure he believes that when he's sober. he's not sure he believes that right now. he believes in donna, no question. he believes her. he believes that she believes this. but themyscira is a magical island, a paradise, that he will never ever see. it's not real to him the way it's real to donna; it's a story, a place beyond pain and war and where the sun shines golden all the time and where the sea is cool and salty.
what feels real is this: the way he clumsily -- fucking tequila -- lifts a hand to lay it on her face, thumb rubbing over her cheekbone, fingers curling towards the back of her neck. and then leans in, slow, to press his lips to hers. ]
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nailed it* jfc
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Half amazon
Second
Impervious to many things but not booze not really
or at least not the amount of booze i had before
Amazons know how to party
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As in, actually have fun at parties
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I think he had that billionaire playboy reputation before he put on the cowl, right?
so
i bet he knows how to party
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but who really wants to party with them anyway
I wish you could just come to the island with me.
We could lay on the beach for a full twenty hours if we wanted to
and drink fruity drinks
and just not be robin and wonder girl for a while
[ uh oh oh no abort ]
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[ time for some tipsy confessionsโข ]
Every time you left, I'd imagine going back with you
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I was so sure she could pull strings
but back then she'd tell me you needed to be in gotham to protect the city
That the city needed you
it's all bullshit though you always deserved better than that city and she knew it
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and twtquila
tequila
and water
can we listen to a record instead
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[ why else suit up every night, despite everything that happened? he had a lot of grief and anger, not unlike bruce, but that wasn't what pushed him. isn't what pushes him now, working with donna to put together a team instead of pursuing a normal job. gotham needed him, and that was his lifeline. people needed, still need, help -- and he can give it. ]
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[ because it's the first album that came into his hand. but, like, also a classic ]
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perfect
ok i have the water is your door open because my hands will be full
of water
big cup
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[ a pause for the time it takes him to cross the room and crack his door open. ]
Yes.
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[ it doesn't take her long to get to dick's room, and she seems pretty proud of herself once she does, and it's because she only tipped the pitcher over enough to spill a little just once. it's fine. she's feeling good about it. she using her foot to shut the door behind her, then slowly moves over to sit by him on the floor, pitcher tight in both hands.
and then she takes a long sip from it, so, so careful not to spill. she gives him a big smile once she puts the pitcher on the floor between them, not unlike a kindergartener sharing her juice box at school. ]
Hi.
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not the pitcher. he just accepts that. seems logical, they're both very thirsty. ]
Hi.
[ it's impossible not to smile in return, as he reaches out to take a sip of his own from the pitcher. ]
-- oh, shit.
[ though he's not as good as not spilling any as she is, getting some water on his button-down like a pro. ]
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I didn't think I had to put your water in a sippy cup, but I can. I can find one for you.
[ she's still laughing, because okay, maybe she could have grabbed straws. eliminate the need to pick up the pitcher at all. but maybe she thought he'd be fine picking it up. when she looks up at him again her laugh doubles over into more of a giggle, and she reaches out to rub her thumb along his chin, not really succeeding in wiping away the water there, but she tried. ]
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[ he's not clumsy!! at all! despite all appearances to the contrary! he scowls tremendously, which is harder than it looks because -- honestly, her laugh is pretty infectious. it's hard to stay mad. he shoves at her hand, but half-heartedly. ]
It didn't spill that much, it's fine.
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I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm- very sorry.
[ said while her laughter is finally settling down, so. maybe she means it.
( she does not mean it ) ]
You're a fantastic acrobat, the most amazing. There has never been a more impressive acrobat than Dick Grayson. I'm honored to be in your presence, oh great flippy one.
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[ like, fine, he breaks and starts laughing pretty quickly, but it just gets worse the more she keeps talking and laughing. ]
You're an asshole.
[ and he turns around to give her a sloppy shove, which may or may not actually do anything since. donna. ]
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[ plus maybe she knew harping on it long enough would get him to laugh. it might have something to do with that, too. and the shove does make her sway a bit, but only because she's leaning into it.
after a moment she's laying back, legs still criss-crossed, arms stretching over her head before she settles that way. they're comfortable there. her expression changes a bit once she looks at him from there, but it's nothing too serious ]
Would you rather - [ she's not ready to give up this game yet, apparently ] - be able to hear people's thoughts, or be able to speak in any language.
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Hear peoples's thoughts. [ the batman answer, though he'd hate to hear it put like that. ] I already know a few languages, anyway.
Would you rather... [ he glances at her, then asks, ] ...stay here forever, or go back to Themyscira forever?
[ mood killer: dick grayson. ]
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she turns her head to look at the side of his face, brow furrowed. it's hard to find the words. ]
You know I don't have a choice. [ so it doesn't matter much, which she'd rather. right? she doesn't sound defensive, just- maybe like they've already had this conversation. which they so totally have. ] I'm lucky they even gave me this much time here. And that's only because Diana trusts me. And likes you.
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turns to look at her, meet her eyes, breathe her air while she's still looking at him. like, play the game, that's all he meant! except that isn't all he meant, because they have had this conversation before. a lot. she says that diana likes him, and he knows it's true on some level -- he grew up around the justice league, he knows how they care about him and donna. he knows it's no small thing for amazons to approve of him, for jillian to let donna live out in the world of men and work with him. (for whatever value of approval jillian feels about him. if she disliked him, he'd know.)
maybe it's just a sick sense of masochism, or maybe it's some kind of arrogance, but sometimes the mood seizes him and he can't help thinking: what if he just isn't enough for her to stay. what if he did more, was more, and was enough to make her want to stay? ]
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Even if I pick Themyscira, even- when I have to go back, you know it wouldn't really be forever. Right? Not for me and you. [ oh, she knows it won't be as easy as that. but even without the booze making her feel a little more vulnerable than she'd admit, her conviction in this is still the same. she'll find a way. ] I can't be a Titan forever, you know that. But that doesn't mean I won't be here for you. There's no version of this where I never see you again. Not a chance.
So don't make me try to answer that. Okay?
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Okay.
[ he's not sure he believes that when he's sober. he's not sure he believes that right now. he believes in donna, no question. he believes her. he believes that she believes this. but themyscira is a magical island, a paradise, that he will never ever see. it's not real to him the way it's real to donna; it's a story, a place beyond pain and war and where the sun shines golden all the time and where the sea is cool and salty.
what feels real is this: the way he clumsily -- fucking tequila -- lifts a hand to lay it on her face, thumb rubbing over her cheekbone, fingers curling towards the back of her neck. and then leans in, slow, to press his lips to hers. ]
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