[ Yeah, it would be nice if Dick somehow had all the answers, things would be a lot simpler if they just knew, but Gwen doesn't blame him at all for not, and weirdly enough there's something reassuring in that he's fumbling just like she is. It's a world of difference between 'I don't know' and 'I know exactly what this is and it's not that,' so... so at least she's not being laughably naive to even think that there could be a spark of something more than friendship here.
Whether or not they do anything with that is a whole other question, one that's tied up in a lot of complications on both sides, she's just glad that she's not the only one who feels something.
A more something that she realized until just now, as she's leaning in so close and only wanting to get closer. It wouldn't be fair to push it though, even if she's willing to throw all caution to the wind and go with her gut, despite having plenty of reasons not to do that, it would put him on the spot and then he would have to be the reasonable one to say they should quit while they're ahead. ]
You won't lose that, no matter what happens. Not as long as I have a say in it. [ She smiles against his shoulder, shaking her head a little again as she tips her head back up, and this time she presses a soft, brief kiss to his cheek. It just... seems like the thing to do. ] It's getting late, I should probably go.
[ Does she actually want to? Obviously not, but she should. ]
[ Her lips are soft against his cheek, and he wants to close his eyes, lean into the brief touch.
He doesn't let himself. If he did, he's not sure he'd be able to keep from – well. Doing anything that will push them over the edge. Good as they both are at falling, at catching themselves, at getting back up again, he knows a dangerous direction when he sees it.
Just like he knows an out when he sees one. And the very fact that he doesn't want her to go probably means he should let her go. So. ]
Sure.
[ And because it's getting late means something different to people like them, he adds: ] Patrols to go on, bad guys to punch, crime to fight.
[ He curls his fingers under the hand that's resting on his shirt, then pushes lightly up to his feet, reaching for the kitten with his free hand so he can help her up. Like the gentleman he is.
And like the gentleman he is, he lifts her hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles. ] Go get 'em, Spider-Woman. The night is young, you've still got so many socks to knock off.
[ It'll be easier later, when she's not right here cuddling up to him and feeling all warm and fuzzy about things, right? Right. With distances comes perspective, and she'll be able to shake it off before she starts pining over something that won't happen. She's spent a lot of nights out there just looking for an outlet, venting her frustrations in ways that were at least constructive, but right now she's just anticipating zoning out for a while, swinging around the skyscrapers and trying not to think about... this.
She's not sure if she feels disappointed or relieved that he agrees with her. Maybe both? It can be both. ]
You know how it goes, if I don't show my face around town often enough they start getting all uppity and it just turns into a huge mess.
[ She passes over the sleepy, lazily flopping kitten, while also accepting his help up even if she doesn't need it, totally not just an excuse to hang onto his hand a little longer. Then he has to go and kiss it, it is very gentlemanly, which she has no reasonable response for other than to blush and make a face at him to try to hide it.
It's almost like he's trying to make this harder?? ]
I bet you do too, Nightwing. You've already got mine. [ She does, finally, let go, smiling now as she steps back. Portals need a bit of space anyway. ] I'll text you later, okay?
Uppity bad guys are the worst. Go show 'em who's boss.
[ He lets her go without argument, tucking the kitten to his chest with his other hand. It stretches and yawns and curls its little paws over its face, and it's pretty cute; he'll probably hang out here for a while pampering it some more.
That blush is pretty cute, too. He makes a mental note of it as he steps back, giving her plenty of room to portal on out of here. As far as exits go, it might be an even better method than just leaping off a building. ]
Whenever you want. You know I keep weird hours.
[ He lifts the kitten's paw and makes it wave at her. ]
Now get out of here so this guy and I can have a boys night.
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Whether or not they do anything with that is a whole other question, one that's tied up in a lot of complications on both sides, she's just glad that she's not the only one who feels something.
A more something that she realized until just now, as she's leaning in so close and only wanting to get closer. It wouldn't be fair to push it though, even if she's willing to throw all caution to the wind and go with her gut, despite having plenty of reasons not to do that, it would put him on the spot and then he would have to be the reasonable one to say they should quit while they're ahead. ]
You won't lose that, no matter what happens. Not as long as I have a say in it. [ She smiles against his shoulder, shaking her head a little again as she tips her head back up, and this time she presses a soft, brief kiss to his cheek. It just... seems like the thing to do. ] It's getting late, I should probably go.
[ Does she actually want to? Obviously not, but she should. ]
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He doesn't let himself. If he did, he's not sure he'd be able to keep from – well. Doing anything that will push them over the edge. Good as they both are at falling, at catching themselves, at getting back up again, he knows a dangerous direction when he sees it.
Just like he knows an out when he sees one. And the very fact that he doesn't want her to go probably means he should let her go. So. ]
Sure.
[ And because it's getting late means something different to people like them, he adds: ] Patrols to go on, bad guys to punch, crime to fight.
[ He curls his fingers under the hand that's resting on his shirt, then pushes lightly up to his feet, reaching for the kitten with his free hand so he can help her up. Like the gentleman he is.
And like the gentleman he is, he lifts her hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles. ] Go get 'em, Spider-Woman. The night is young, you've still got so many socks to knock off.
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She's not sure if she feels disappointed or relieved that he agrees with her. Maybe both? It can be both. ]
You know how it goes, if I don't show my face around town often enough they start getting all uppity and it just turns into a huge mess.
[ She passes over the sleepy, lazily flopping kitten, while also accepting his help up even if she doesn't need it, totally not just an excuse to hang onto his hand a little longer. Then he has to go and kiss it, it is very gentlemanly, which she has no reasonable response for other than to blush and make a face at him to try to hide it.
It's almost like he's trying to make this harder?? ]
I bet you do too, Nightwing. You've already got mine. [ She does, finally, let go, smiling now as she steps back. Portals need a bit of space anyway. ] I'll text you later, okay?
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[ He lets her go without argument, tucking the kitten to his chest with his other hand. It stretches and yawns and curls its little paws over its face, and it's pretty cute; he'll probably hang out here for a while pampering it some more.
That blush is pretty cute, too. He makes a mental note of it as he steps back, giving her plenty of room to portal on out of here. As far as exits go, it might be an even better method than just leaping off a building. ]
Whenever you want. You know I keep weird hours.
[ He lifts the kitten's paw and makes it wave at her. ]
Now get out of here so this guy and I can have a boys night.