[ he challenges, a little bite in his words, a little annoyance because now she's making him think he needs to pay their friends in Gotham a visit to learn more. but he's not that rash, and it's probably the last thing she wants. ]
[ The wind pulls at her jacket, cool against the heat of the engine beneath them. She listens, the weight of his words settling inโnot heavy, but firm, meant to stick. There's no immediate answer. Just the rhythm of the ride, the smooth lean of the bike as they weave through traffic, the city rising and falling around them.
Finally, her voice crackles through the comm, quieter now: ] Tried. Feels like...I take up the wrong space.
[ A strange admission, given how effortless she makes moving through the world seem. But that's just movement, not belonging. Still, there's no defensiveness in her tone. Just that same, quiet honesty she offers only to a few. And, maybe, a small part of her wants to believe him. ]
[ her voice barely translates through the comm in the helmet. theyโre going so fast that the wind whips around them, the highway shoulders mostly clear for their use.
Dick considers it quietly as they round a ramp, leaning as one with the bike, close enough that he could file his nails on the asphalt if he wanted to.
they weave through city traffic now, slowing down, the mix of cars and pedestrians forcing Dick to carve a little more carefully. ]
Does it feels wrong because itโs not where you want to be?
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(( ...contd.))
Who says you have to fit into those spaces?
[ he challenges, a little bite in his words, a little annoyance because now she's making him think he needs to pay their friends in Gotham a visit to learn more. but he's not that rash, and it's probably the last thing she wants. ]
You can make your place. Take up your own space.
omg ty so much!
Finally, her voice crackles through the comm, quieter now: ] Tried. Feels like...I take up the wrong space.
[ A strange admission, given how effortless she makes moving through the world seem. But that's just movement, not belonging. Still, there's no defensiveness in her tone. Just that same, quiet honesty she offers only to a few. And, maybe, a small part of her wants to believe him. ]
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Dick considers it quietly as they round a ramp, leaning as one with the bike, close enough that he could file his nails on the asphalt if he wanted to.
they weave through city traffic now, slowing down, the mix of cars and pedestrians forcing Dick to carve a little more carefully. ]
Does it feels wrong because itโs not where you want to be?