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	Dick Grayson
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un: scarlet, text;

[divulsion]

[It takes Wanda a full fifteen minutes to write this text and bring herself to press the send button.]

I'm going to ask you about your scars tonight. You don't have to tell me, but I'm going to ask. I thought I should let you know rather than spring it on you.

[And maybe she'll get the courage to tell him the full truth of her powers after. Maybe. She owes him that truth if they're going to get involved any deeper...]

Text + dramatic meta;

[fingerstripes]

[ It wasn't a promise he'd made to her lightly, throes of passion not-withstanding. She'd deserved to know before they'd ever gotten that close, and he knows she deserves to know now. It's on him, that he's let this stand in between them, unspoken and unaddressed. When he knows it hasn't been about loyalty almost since the beginning. That keeping this from her hasn't been protecting anyone.

It had been easier not to think. To let it stay a promise without consequence while he reaps the benefits of having her as a more-than-friend. Girlfriend. Someone he cares for, cares about so much, and-

The words blur and then sink to a hollow place in his stomach while he cradles the phone a little longer. Stalling. It's been minutes now, minutes he's let this hang. He'd promised. He intends to make good on it, whatever decision she makes. ]

Anything in particular bring this on?

[ He's been busy. Distracted. Pulled in a hundred different directions. Why the hell had he thought she wouldn't get tired of waiting for him to get the rest of his life back in order? ]

[divulsion]

[Funny how they both seem to be thinking the same thing. Wanda has every intention of telling him the full truth of her powers, especially now that she can feel herself becoming more...aware of him. She'd like to tell herself that it's simply something that comes with prolonged time spent together, especially as intimately as they do...

But no. It's more. Without a doubt.

And the moment he realizes the risk, she doesn't doubt that he'll withdraw from her.]

In a way? Do you not want me to ask anymore?

[fingerstripes]

[ Godamnit now she thinks he's being cagey. His pinches the bridge of his nose, unseen. ]

No no. Of course not. I meant what I said, Wanda. You can ask. I promise I'll answer.

[ But why. He wants to ask. Why now? ]

Can we talk about this in person?

[divulsion]

Yes, of course. You can pick the time and place, Dick...I just didn't want you to be unpleasantly surprised.

[The way she'd hope he'd do for her if it ever happened.]

[fingerstripes]

[ Oh. Oh that hurts more than it should, even though it's expected. Deserved.

But it's so like her to want to give him a heads up before she spells it out. Give him time to process. Her heart is kind, and stupidly that's the thing that makes his eyes well up. ]

No it's fine. I understand.

You free at seven? There's something I need to do at nine.

[ Scheduling your breakup around your superhero nightlife nbd ]

[divulsion]

Yes, of course. Should I meet you somewhere?

[Since he's...fitting her in, apparently.]

We can do this another night if tonight doesn't work for you.

[She'd just thought that they'd have the evening together but apparently not?]

[fingerstripes]

No I've got time.

[ Haha this is fine. He wipes his eyes and practices his poker face. She wants to know. He intends to tell her.

He sends her the address to a secluded rooftop near housing. A rare spot with a publically accessible outer stairwell and a beautiful view of Quarentine. A spot very much like the one where they'd kissed for the first time.

It's also private, and quiet, and easy to escape from if you happen to be Nightwing. ]

[divulsion]

[Quiet and secluded works for her. There's always her place or his but...at his there are brothers. At hers, there are mice. And a roommate. She takes the location of a rooftop as something of sentimental value and for that reason exhales. This will be fine.

At least, while he explains his scars. And then she'll tell him about her powers and it will probably well, end. Some things are too good to last long anyway, right?]

Perfect, I'll see you then.