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thejusticelounge2012-03-17 08:46 am
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-03-17 08:46 am
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bonding
Dinah stopped by one of the supposedly empty training rooms on board the watchtower. The entire far wall was made of glass, giving a beautiful view of the stars and moon. A few feet from the window, Batman was sitting with his legs tucked neatly beneath him, looking for all purposes a black shrouded Samurai.
She approached him silently, knowing he knew she was there, and folded herself up next to him without a word. The ever present lenses on his cowl made him appear no different than any other moment, but there was a calmness to his breathing. He was meditating, away from where the rest of them had been together in the larger training room, and Dinah suspected that if his mask was off, his eyes would be closed.
She did the same with her own eyes, glad to get a little peace after her last meditation session turned into sparring more than calm relaxation. Carefully, she tried to match her breathing with his, making as few distractions as she could. The company was enough.
Did he hear that sound? Will he kick me out? Will he get up and leave me here? How does he sit like that so long without his legs falling asleep? Is he asleep? No, he’s Batman. He doesn’t sleep in the presence of others…’
Before she realized it, she was having an entire mental debate with herself. Dinah sighed softly, opening her eyes but still unable to find the words she needed to say. Instead, she settled on watching the stars.
“In order to properly meditate you must clear your mind,” was all he was going to say. He could hear her breath how it sounded uneasy for a while, it was also obvious that she was either tired or annoyed with her sigh. It was no intention of his to finding out what her problem was, only to get her to stop or to leave him be.
He maintained his slow and lengthy breaths, maintaining the calm heartbeat and went back deep into thought. He cleared his mind in mere seconds and was resting his body in one of few ways he was willing to do so. If he were to go home, Alfred would force him into bedrest, at least in the watch tower he would be free to meditate in place of sleep since nearly the other members were terrified of the grimdark hero.
“Right. Clear my mind.”
Dinah tried. She really did. She closed her eyes again, took deep steady breaths, the whole shi-bang. But it only took a few moments for her mind to wander again and for her legs to fall asleep. She peeked over at Batman, wondering how he maintained that pose. She caught her eyes wandering up to his face and the little bit of skin she could see. It amazed her how even in meditation, Bruce managed to look completely ready to jump. I wonder if he ever relaxes?
She slapped a hand over her mouth, realizing she’d said that last part out loud. “Sorry”, she mumbled, standing and moving a few feet out of his reach.
She was making too many noises, he could pretty much hear her shuffle or think. He didn’t need to be a mindreader to know she’s staring and evaluating, questioning every little thing. He focused on his meditation and deep breaths until he heard her. Of course she’d be thinking that, he knew they all did. It must be the fact that he’s the lord of gloom that they all think and assume he’s incapable of such a simple task.
“Don’t,” was his reply to when she apologized. He stood and made his way to the door, he’d be able to relax in the batcave without anyone bothering him. It was reasons like this that he preferred not to come to the watchtower other than for emergencies.
She ran after him. “Bruce, wait. I-” Dinah stopped herself from apologizing again. This wasn’t turning out the way she had planned at all. She wanted the two of them to have a chance to get closer. Instead, he was running away again. She didn’t know what she was expecting or what she could do to get him to calm down and stick around. “Let me… God, I don’t know, Bruce. Just stop running away. If you need to rest, fine, go. But you don’t let people near you on the job, when you relax and certainly not as Bruce Wayne. Why not just give it a try?”
He stopped to listen to her, for a reason to stay, it was all being to feel like a soap opera or telenovela that Alfred watches time to time. He stood in his spot, not turning around to leave, only staying to give her the respect she deserves and to hear her out. When finished, he felt no reason to explain himself but he turned around and looked at her. “This job requires little personal relations, that is why I keep myself distant from others. If there’s no reason to be close, I will look for something more productive to do. Unlike the rest of the league, I always need to be prepared.”
As talented as Bruce was, they were all self learned/obtained. He had to preserve in order to gain the knowledge, strength and technology in order to be the man he is today. The rest of the league had been given an ability in some way, shape or form that allows for them to keep up with the others. Bruce (his batfamily) and the Arrows were one of few that understood the work that was necessary in order to become people of their status, unfortunately no one takes the job and duty as seriously as Bruce.
He looked at her, wondering what she wanted him to try, “the fact that we’re on a first name basis, Dinah, shows that you’re already a friend. So what are you making me try?”
Dinah sighed, her shoulders falling with the invisible weight keeping them apart. She realized that even she didn’t know wanted from him. He was right. They were friends. Not what she, or most anyone on Earth would define as friends but in Bruce’s freaky Bat, isolated, unsocial way, they were sort of close.
“You’re right, Br- Batman.” Even saying that didn’t seem right but that’s who he was. And that’s all he’d ever be around any of them. Even when Dinah lost her cry and had to rely on only her fists to fight crime, when she thought they had more in common skill-wise, Dinah couldn’t get any closer to him. She didn’t work more cases with him, learn any knew tricks or even speak to him more than in passing. Maybe they were stuck in the metaphorical mud and it didn’t seem like they’d move from there. “Just… have a safe trip back to Gotham.” It was lame and pathetic and all she felt she could say to try and salvage what was left of her pride.
She approached him silently, knowing he knew she was there, and folded herself up next to him without a word. The ever present lenses on his cowl made him appear no different than any other moment, but there was a calmness to his breathing. He was meditating, away from where the rest of them had been together in the larger training room, and Dinah suspected that if his mask was off, his eyes would be closed.
She did the same with her own eyes, glad to get a little peace after her last meditation session turned into sparring more than calm relaxation. Carefully, she tried to match her breathing with his, making as few distractions as she could. The company was enough.
Did he hear that sound? Will he kick me out? Will he get up and leave me here? How does he sit like that so long without his legs falling asleep? Is he asleep? No, he’s Batman. He doesn’t sleep in the presence of others…’
Before she realized it, she was having an entire mental debate with herself. Dinah sighed softly, opening her eyes but still unable to find the words she needed to say. Instead, she settled on watching the stars.
“In order to properly meditate you must clear your mind,” was all he was going to say. He could hear her breath how it sounded uneasy for a while, it was also obvious that she was either tired or annoyed with her sigh. It was no intention of his to finding out what her problem was, only to get her to stop or to leave him be.
He maintained his slow and lengthy breaths, maintaining the calm heartbeat and went back deep into thought. He cleared his mind in mere seconds and was resting his body in one of few ways he was willing to do so. If he were to go home, Alfred would force him into bedrest, at least in the watch tower he would be free to meditate in place of sleep since nearly the other members were terrified of the grimdark hero.
“Right. Clear my mind.”
Dinah tried. She really did. She closed her eyes again, took deep steady breaths, the whole shi-bang. But it only took a few moments for her mind to wander again and for her legs to fall asleep. She peeked over at Batman, wondering how he maintained that pose. She caught her eyes wandering up to his face and the little bit of skin she could see. It amazed her how even in meditation, Bruce managed to look completely ready to jump. I wonder if he ever relaxes?
She slapped a hand over her mouth, realizing she’d said that last part out loud. “Sorry”, she mumbled, standing and moving a few feet out of his reach.
She was making too many noises, he could pretty much hear her shuffle or think. He didn’t need to be a mindreader to know she’s staring and evaluating, questioning every little thing. He focused on his meditation and deep breaths until he heard her. Of course she’d be thinking that, he knew they all did. It must be the fact that he’s the lord of gloom that they all think and assume he’s incapable of such a simple task.
“Don’t,” was his reply to when she apologized. He stood and made his way to the door, he’d be able to relax in the batcave without anyone bothering him. It was reasons like this that he preferred not to come to the watchtower other than for emergencies.
She ran after him. “Bruce, wait. I-” Dinah stopped herself from apologizing again. This wasn’t turning out the way she had planned at all. She wanted the two of them to have a chance to get closer. Instead, he was running away again. She didn’t know what she was expecting or what she could do to get him to calm down and stick around. “Let me… God, I don’t know, Bruce. Just stop running away. If you need to rest, fine, go. But you don’t let people near you on the job, when you relax and certainly not as Bruce Wayne. Why not just give it a try?”
He stopped to listen to her, for a reason to stay, it was all being to feel like a soap opera or telenovela that Alfred watches time to time. He stood in his spot, not turning around to leave, only staying to give her the respect she deserves and to hear her out. When finished, he felt no reason to explain himself but he turned around and looked at her. “This job requires little personal relations, that is why I keep myself distant from others. If there’s no reason to be close, I will look for something more productive to do. Unlike the rest of the league, I always need to be prepared.”
As talented as Bruce was, they were all self learned/obtained. He had to preserve in order to gain the knowledge, strength and technology in order to be the man he is today. The rest of the league had been given an ability in some way, shape or form that allows for them to keep up with the others. Bruce (his batfamily) and the Arrows were one of few that understood the work that was necessary in order to become people of their status, unfortunately no one takes the job and duty as seriously as Bruce.
He looked at her, wondering what she wanted him to try, “the fact that we’re on a first name basis, Dinah, shows that you’re already a friend. So what are you making me try?”
Dinah sighed, her shoulders falling with the invisible weight keeping them apart. She realized that even she didn’t know wanted from him. He was right. They were friends. Not what she, or most anyone on Earth would define as friends but in Bruce’s freaky Bat, isolated, unsocial way, they were sort of close.
“You’re right, Br- Batman.” Even saying that didn’t seem right but that’s who he was. And that’s all he’d ever be around any of them. Even when Dinah lost her cry and had to rely on only her fists to fight crime, when she thought they had more in common skill-wise, Dinah couldn’t get any closer to him. She didn’t work more cases with him, learn any knew tricks or even speak to him more than in passing. Maybe they were stuck in the metaphorical mud and it didn’t seem like they’d move from there. “Just… have a safe trip back to Gotham.” It was lame and pathetic and all she felt she could say to try and salvage what was left of her pride.