ah, there it was. eventually, a bat will break their brooding and actually move. beside that, dinah was snickering to herself. she was used to people staring ( what did you expect when you kicked literal ass in fishnets? ) but she wasn’t expecting kate to be so close. it felt a bit like electricity, but she tried to not let it show just how much it was affecting her. then there was the hands on her waist, and she wanted to melt. still, she held her resolve ──
soft spoken words with a voice made of amber honey. a kiss with soft lips, brushing her cheek. making her eyes flutter shut momentarily. she enjoyed the brief contact far too much, and when she opened her blues again, she quite liked the pair of them in her vanity mirror. made the corner of her lips turn up into a suggestive smirk.
but then, ❝ a lamborghini?! kate rebecca kane ── yeah, i do my OWN investigating ── you brought a lamborghini?! what model? year? how many cylinders? please tell me it’s a v12. oh god, we’re not even going to make it to the date before ── ❞ dinah caught herself then, biting her lips shut as a rare blush tinted her cheeks. way to lose your cool, lance. really not that surprising all things considering when everyone knew just how much dinah loved vehicles.
❝ you should get the car warmed up, ❞ she dismissed, turning away to grab the perfect shade of red for her lips.
this is where they are now. her mind, glued to the multiple possibilities of
where this night would take her, the flexibility of the present. still there was
a dark corner, quiet and still like she was sitting in an empty movie theatre,
unmoving, untouched, as the only thing on the reels that keep replaying is
the way her cheeks would form little craters as she smiled, and how she’d
throw her head back as she laughed. really laughed. and as kate draws a
smile of her own on her face, she wishes that she had been more drunk
through the time she spent with renee, just so she wouldn’t have to watch
the memory reel of her in the recesses of her brain every single time she
tries intimacy once more with another human, reminding her of the things
that just couldn’t be.
her fingers run down the frame of the blonde, as if in just one motion she’d
come undone as kate would had the situation were reversed. perhaps the
only difference was that kate’s a bag of broken battered chattering pieces
of herself. and fingers reach to the length of dinah’s waist, before drawing
back to her own, fishing swiftly for the keys to her pretty car as her date
leans over for lipstick. her heart’s racing, she’d confidently agree. thank
god her adrenal nerves are fried from being batwoman, or she’d be a sorry
mess of a gay woman. not after catching the way her date’s clearly just as
flushed as she is.
“well-- i was thinking you could figure that out yourself, if you
wanna drive it, dinah laurel lance. a grey roadster’s never a
bad look for anyone. ”
kate exhales. her mind quiets. she’s counting the paces for her heart in her
head. the memory reel stops. but none of it is expressed on the cheeky grin
or twinkle in her eye ---- -- this is kate, it’s what she does best. keep a
modicum of a facade to get through every minute. the soldier backs away
as she continues saying -
“but for now, i’ll get to starting her up. don’t keep me waiting or
i actually might just haul you out anyway before you’re done.”