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]

[Because.

They're Batpeople.]

[skort]

[ Why does she collect Batpeople again?

In any case, she's not going to break the silence again. So the ball is in Terry's court. ]

[battothefuture]

[She loves the abuse maybe.

Things are gonna turn quiet for a while, if that's the case.]

[skort]

[ She hates it. Kind of. ... Sort of.

And she may start humming very quietly to keep herself entertained, but no talking on this end. Nope. ]

[battothefuture]

[He tilts his head a little after a while.]

What are you thinking about?

[skort]

[ Cue one of those I'm-not-tilting-my-head-up-so-it's-almost-from-under-the-lashes-flirty looks. ]

You.

[battothefuture]

[Congrats Kara, you have managed to catch him off guard. He doesn't blush, but he stares for a sec.]

Really?

[skort]

[ She bites her bottom lip as a small smile crosses her face. Oh, she can work with this. ]

Yeah. I am.

[battothefuture]

And here I thought you'd be plotting how to get Park Place back. Unless you were.

[skort]

[ There's more of that little smile that she's trying not to let turn into a mischievous grin. Let's see how far she can push this... ]

No... Just you, believe it or not.

[battothefuture]

Why?

[skort]

Why not?

[battothefuture]

[He laughs a little, and she's mostly lost it.]

[skort]

Can you really blame me?

[battothefuture]

[He looks down, as if at himself, and if things are just slightly more uncomfortable than they were before he does a good job of hiding it.]

What, admiring the view?

[skort]

Maybe a little. You've got a surprising lack of scars.

[ ... she loses it then and laughs a little. ]

No. I'm trying to figure out what's going on in your head.

[battothefuture]

[He grins.]

Trade secret.

How so?

[skort]

You're a Bat. You guys always have plans. I'm trying to figure out what yours is.

[battothefuture]

Plan for what, exactly?

[skort]

Winning.

[battothefuture]

[He grins]

That would be telling. Of course, I'm already so far ahead....

[skort]

There's no such thing as a slaughter rule in this game. You've gotta come up with something big to make me forfeit.

And, you know, I can always catch up.

[battothefuture]

[He smiles.]

That sounds like a challenge.

[AND THEN JUST LIKE THAT without further warning he's on his knees and leaning, balanced on a hand, over the monopoly board. His ribs complain but he ignores it, works with the pain, Bruce certainly taught him how to do that, because he's winding his free hand into her hair and sort of nuzzling at her neck. A few seconds later of traveling up her neck and down her jawline he kisses her.

Strange game they're playing.]

[skort]

[ Her brain goes into shut-down mode when he leans in and then when he actually kisses, her she tenses and freezes. But after a short moment, her head is back in the game and she leans forward a little, kissing him back while her face decides it wants to feel like it's on fire.

This could get messy if all it's all just a game of some kind, but right now she's not exactly thinking clearly enough to realize that. ]

HEY WASN'T THERE A MOVIE JUST LIKE THIS

[battothefuture]

[The line between the game and something else is starting to get blurred, or maybe that started a while ago. Unlike Kara though, Terry is used to having to think in situations where you're not supposed to be able to think, so maybe he realizes it a bit more. So he's the one who backs off, and slides his hand away from her hair. His breathing is just a bit harder than it should be.]

... I'm sorry. That was too far, huh?