[ Oh, she'll be doing that, since she'll be there tomorrow, after all. Though it'll definitely be fun too. ]
Perfect. And no, but I like to be sure instead of assume. All my ducks in a row and all. Sent.
[ He'll get a ping with her flight info shortly after her last text. And she's already packing what she'll need for the trip so she can hit the airport. ]
[ Making sure everything falls right where it’s supposed to: that’s why he trusts her, even though he sure as hell shouldn’t. ]
Got it. See you then.
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[ Tomorrow rolls around quicker than he had been prepared for. Gotham is a heat sink in the summer, cracked black asphalt radiating fumes he swears he can sense from the inside of his car. He’s surprised the rubber hasn’t melted off his tires. It’s not a surprise that he has a tendency to fly solo sometimes, relapsing to abandoning his team, and he’s sure that she knows that. Despite trying to kick the habit, every time certain confidential and risky jobs come up, he finds himself reaching out to her again.
He smiles when he spots her exit. Here, among the crowd at the arrivals hall, they’re just two normal people looking like friends, or perhaps lovers. ]
Hey you. [ He reaches out to grab her bag and pull her into a one-armed hug. ]
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Perfect.
And no, but I like to be sure instead of assume. All my ducks in a row and all.
Sent.
[ He'll get a ping with her flight info shortly after her last text. And she's already packing what she'll need for the trip so she can hit the airport. ]
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Got it. See you then.
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[ Tomorrow rolls around quicker than he had been prepared for. Gotham is a heat sink in the summer, cracked black asphalt radiating fumes he swears he can sense from the inside of his car. He’s surprised the rubber hasn’t melted off his tires. It’s not a surprise that he has a tendency to fly solo sometimes, relapsing to abandoning his team, and he’s sure that she knows that. Despite trying to kick the habit, every time certain confidential and risky jobs come up, he finds himself reaching out to her again.
He smiles when he spots her exit. Here, among the crowd at the arrivals hall, they’re just two normal people looking like friends, or perhaps lovers. ]
Hey you. [ He reaches out to grab her bag and pull her into a one-armed hug. ]