to tie up loose ends to make amends

[skort]

WHO: supertorso & battothefuture
WHERE: Terry's apartment.
WHEN: Sometime around today-ish? Today being Thursday.
WARNINGS: ... Possibility of some violence.
SUMMARY: Kara and Terry were gonna try again after their failed notadate. But then he got exPorted and never called, so she stops by. SHIT HAPPENS.
FORMAT: Quick to start, can do whatever after.

[ It starts like this: Terry and Kara parted ways and agreed to try again for coffee. But there was never a 'Hey, how does tomorrow sound' from his end and Kara was just this side of shy and worried about this whole friendship with a civilian thing that she wasn't sure she could call him about coffee.

But when she'd seen neither hide nor hair of him on the Network for a while, she got a little worried. She wasn't sure picking up the phone and going 'You're not dead, right?' was the kind of thing one did, so she didn't act on it, instead keeping eyes and ears out should he show up anywhere.

On the other hand, though, if she was just patrolling and happened to be in the area, she could stop by and knock on his door, right? Just... checking in. She could say she lost his number, wanted to make sure he and the dog were okay. And wanted to see the dog again. Yeah, that would work.

Which is how she ends up standing in front of his door, wishing terribly her x-ray vision could penetrate lead. One hand raises and knocks gently, so as not to... accidentally break anything. Because that would be bad. And she'd have to buy him a new door. ]

Terry? You home?

[ Wait a little bit, then knock again, a little harder this time. Maybe it was too soft of a knock. Just because she had superhearing... ] Terry?

[ More knocking. She pauses again and then knocks just a little too hard, knocking the door off its... surprisingly sturdy hinges. ]

Oh, crap! Ohcrapohcrap! Terry! If you're home, I'm sorry I broke your door. ... if you're not, I'm sorry for breaking and entering to fix your door...

[ She moves the broken door aside so she can step into the apartment and... freezes. Because that— that stuff can't be what she thinks it is. It just can't be. ]

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[battothefuture]

Back home we've been dating since a little before I started the, uh, night job. Well, kind of. She doesn't know, and so we fight a lot. She gets tired of me leaving her hanging. Or I think we're still dating. She was really mad last time.

I guess it probably wouldn't count anyway, what with her being in an alternate dimension and all, huh?

[She just gets a look, and Terry sighs.]

All right then, I'm buying it. Isn't it still open?

[skort]

Relationships are tricky things, especially when there's time travel and alternate dimensions involved.

[ She doesn't say much more than that, though, shrugging and moving on to the other topic instead. ]

Should be.

[battothefuture]

Don't think it would count anyway. She, uh. Didn't like that I was leaving for Metroplis, or that circumstances necessitated my being late for the date we were supposed to have before that. So I'm pretty sure that I don't have a girlfriend any more no matter how you count it.

[His mouth is twisted just a little at the memories as he put his money in the bank and grabbed the card for Reading.]

Guess it doesn't matter.

[He smiled a little at Kara.]

[skort]

... I'm not exactly sure what to say to that. [ There's a small, slightly nervous laugh. ] Sorry?

[ She looks down at the board suddenly and rolls, smirking a little as she sees where she ends up. ]

I am so staking my claim on Boardwalk.

[battothefuture]

[SIGH]

It's all right. Cost of the job and all, I guess. Anyway, it's not so bad.

[He leers in a friendly fashion because HE CAUGHT THAT KARA. Grinning at her proclamation.]

[skort]

[ There is no slight flush to her cheeks, what are you talking about. ]

You just told me you might as well not have a girlfriend anymore and that's 'not so bad?'

[battothefuture]

Well, for one it'd make her life safer. She got hospitalized not that long ago, because a bunch of dregs targeted her, because she was close to me.

[skort]

Yeah, she'd be safer, but where does that leave you? I mean, if you don't want people close to you getting targeted then you wouldn't be able to have anyone close to you.

[ AND SUDDENLY YOU'RE OLDBRUCE A LONER. ]

[battothefuture]

[He cocks an eyebrow at her.]

Uh-huh. Luckily, that isn't a problem here. Not yet, anyway. Maybe it never will be.

[skort]

... I didn't just mean your girlfriend.

[battothefuture]

[He smiles a little, crookedly.]

Well, I used to have a few more friends to keep me company here too. Not really sure how many I've still got, but there is at least the one. Or I hope there is.

Right?

[skort]

[ She smiles softly at him. ]

I'll stick around as long as you want me around. And then I'll stick around some more to make sure you don't turn into a crazed loner.

[battothefuture]

But come on - the crazed loner thing is traditional.

[skort]

Grayson's not a crazed loner.

[battothefuture]

Uh-huh, and in my world, wanna know what else he's not? Batman. Never took over the gig.

[skort]

Either way, one person does not a tradition make. You're going to need to come up with a better argument to kick me out.

[battothefuture]

It does when the person in question is Bruce.

[skort]

But even he can't really be considered a crazed loner. He's got too many people that care about him for that.

[battothefuture]

You clearly have not met the one I know.

But fine, all right, I give.

[He shifts and winces.]

But if you break any more of my bones we're gonna have problems.

[skort]

The one you know needs a hug if he is a crazed loner.

[ And her teasing smile immediately turns into a worried frown. ]

Are you okay? Do you need ice or something? Or an actual chair?

[battothefuture]

He lives up in the mansion with his dog and probably spends his days practicing his glare.

[He laughs a little, very softly, rather kindly.

It's nothing. I'm fine. Kara, I've had so much worse than this. Doesn't make it fun, but I'll survive.

[skort]

Yeah, but I wasn't the one to fracture your ribs, then. I've usually got much better control than that and—

[ She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. ]

I just don't want you to be uncomfortable or something because of me.

[battothefuture]

Under the circumstances it was understandable.

[skort]

Understandable, but not excusable. I should have more control than that.

[battothefuture]

[Dryly:]

You thought I was a psycho who was out to kill you and your family. I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you for not keeping as tight a grip on yourself as normal, especially since you were poisoned and being poisoned at the time.