maybe we make a deal

[onblackwings]

WHO: Dick and Khisanth
WHERE: SOME...WHERE IN THE CITY
WHEN: tonight!
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: khisanth is being a creepy obsessive stalker as usual, and kidnaps dick for a fly
FORMAT: quick!

[ It never takes her too long to find the people she's looking for. Especially not when she knows they'll be out somewhere in the City at night, with a high probability of rooftops. Her owl eyes pick out Dick— Batman, rather— within three hours of searching, and with a silent sweep of feathers, she finds herself a perch at a nearby streetlight to watch. Just for a little while, as she works out the best way to approach him tonight.

It would be easy, if she were behaving more normally. But according to Vic, you actually have to take care with how you do these things. It's annoying, but she's pretty sure it's right.

So she watches Batman work, a large (small, in comparison) dark shape just out of the cone of a streetlamp's light. ]

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[batmantled]

[ He shakes his head, and for a second there's a smirk in place of the frown he'd been holding on to. A quick leap over the side of the roof and he's gone, reappearing just as fast with the cape spread out like wings. When he's just far enough above her he drops down into a graceful twist, touching down as lightly as he can somewhere in the middle of her back. ]

I know bad guys a whole lot badder than you who'd beg to differ on that being a positive.

[onblackwings]

[ She watches with interest, which turns to amusement when she understands his acrobatics. Well, she'll grant him that that's a much flashier way of mounting. And— then he's there, on her back. Only the Highlord of the Black Wing has ever enjoyed such prestige (well okay, and James Bond—but that had been a favor, and it was very clear that he wasn't the one in charge of that flight). Her head has twisted around to watch him closely, and she doesn't move.

There's a spot between her wings where the ridge of her spine softens somewhat, and the fin down her neck has sunk back down again. She trusts he'll see the logic of placing himself there, and doesn't bother to direct him. ]

They aren't me. [ It took her a while to answer. She'd been too busy dwelling, staring, evaluating. ] Nor are they worthy of you.

[batmantled]

I think they'd say it's more the other way around.

[ Small talk. He rests his hands on her back and takes a cautious step forward; almost, irrationally afraid of hurting her with the ridges of his boots. As if he hadn't hit her with a rocket launcher before without leaving a dent. He slides up further to the softened part of her spine, then takes a seat there as gracefully as possible. There's that sharp sensation of fear again, edging up through the curiosity that's been driving him. why now. ]

We ready?

[onblackwings]

[ Maldeev had strolled to his place in the saddle like he'd been born deserving it. It's strange that Dick takes more care, and Khisanth isn't sure what to make of it. She watches with her neck curved about sharply, unblinking, crouched and still.

But when he speaks, rather than answer, she makes it her cue. Her head swings back around, her wings snap out, and with a single explosive leap, they're in midair and rapidly rising. She trusts Dick won't be terrible enough to end her expiriment now by falling off. ]

[batmantled]

[ He bears with the motion, gripping a little harder with his knees as she lifts off the ground, but really he's ready for this. The dropping out sensation, the freefall and the careful balance of control versus lack of control. He was born to do this. It's hard not to grin, how similar it is to the very first time he'd had this feeling, held in his mother's strong arms. It's as close as family, as intimate as an embrace.

All feelings bound to feel a little discordant when they're associated with Onyx. Khisanth. ]

You do this often?

[ He's craning his neck to see below and shouting above the wind. ]

[onblackwings]

[ She doesn't bother look back to respond, she knows her voice is loud enough to reach him. And deep enough to be felt in a low rumble in her chest, too. ]

Every chance I get. [ Flying is definitely at the top of her list of pleasurable activities, with only sex sometimes giving it a run for its money. ] Never with a rider.

[ She's rising higher, circling like an enormous bird of prey. But she isn't actually going anywhere, other than up; the flight is curiously directionless. Yet another of the series of tests she has planned for the night. She doesn't want just an idle passenger, she wants a rider. ]

[batmantled]

That I gathered. [ Which leads him right back to the question of why now. Why him.

Maybe she'll give him the answer, and maybe she won't. For better or worse, the curiosity alone is enough to keep him here.

He shifts his weight a little more forward, already feeling the giddiness softening the edges of the fear. The directionless circles are an interesting choice, though. ]

What I don't understand is why having me on your back somehow... circumvents the obvious control thing.

[onblackwings]

[ She cocks her head back with that, one bright orange eye watching him closely. ]

Do you think you're in control?

[ Oh, such a loaded question. ]