[ 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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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.