[ the rain pelts against the windows of the safe house, cloaking the gentle sound of scrubbing against his armour. blood wipes off the nomex weave and flakes off with a brush, and for the third time of the night, Dick finds himself wishing for a different outcome.
the first clicks against his door have him looking up with narrowed eyes, and any second thoughts about the sound of the rain are only dispelled by the notifications blinking on his screens. the imagery pulled up outside his door show a figure cloaked in a hoodie.
Dick is at the door in a split second, back pressed to the wall on the latch side, listening, waiting, calm breaths sifting steady through his nose.
the second the door swings open, he reaches out and flips the the intruder onto his back, slamming him back against the door with his right forearm wedging hard beneath a chin, constricting against a throat as his left arm readies for a block. ]
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the first clicks against his door have him looking up with narrowed eyes, and any second thoughts about the sound of the rain are only dispelled by the notifications blinking on his screens. the imagery pulled up outside his door show a figure cloaked in a hoodie.
Dick is at the door in a split second, back pressed to the wall on the latch side, listening, waiting, calm breaths sifting steady through his nose.
the second the door swings open, he reaches out and flips the the intruder onto his back, slamming him back against the door with his right forearm wedging hard beneath a chin, constricting against a throat as his left arm readies for a block. ]
Who the fuck are you?