[ At her words, Dick only nods slightly. If Hana's going to talk, Dick won't exactly protest, but that still doesn't mean it's her voice that he wants to hear. He's effectively a man that's fallen apart, though - and before he can rebuild himself, he hopes he can escape to this for just a little longer. Until this ends, until he can finally muster the will to move on... he's not quite sure what he wants from any of this. What is he really doing with Hana here, and why is he letting himself hurt her this way?
He knows about her feelings for him. He can sense how much she'd give to him.
Maybe it really is the case that he doesn't care.
But at least he cares enough to heed Hana's commands, relinquishing his tongue and backing away a bit to properly introduce his fingers. He initially rubs Hana's clit with a single fingertip, but abruptly reconsiders his approach once it registers just how eager she is for more.
So he slips two of his fingers inside Hana, thick yet limber as they curl against her walls with a distinct and tantalizing finesse - the kind that only Dick Grayson would be capable of. He waits before he decides to start thrusting his hand, perfectly content building up to Hana's eventual need for more force. Until then, after all, he crawls forward to hover over Hana, slipping an arm behind her back as he leans in to suck on one of her nipples. His ministrations are as ceaseless as his reputed work ethic, his body thoroughly invested in the moment while his mind... is elsewhere.
He wants to gratify this, the void heartbreak has left that makes his body ache for another's touch.
But already, his mind's on a case. He's already calculating his next steps towards solving the mystery of Bruce's death... and that's only to start. ]
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He knows about her feelings for him. He can sense how much she'd give to him.
Maybe it really is the case that he doesn't care.
But at least he cares enough to heed Hana's commands, relinquishing his tongue and backing away a bit to properly introduce his fingers. He initially rubs Hana's clit with a single fingertip, but abruptly reconsiders his approach once it registers just how eager she is for more.
So he slips two of his fingers inside Hana, thick yet limber as they curl against her walls with a distinct and tantalizing finesse - the kind that only Dick Grayson would be capable of. He waits before he decides to start thrusting his hand, perfectly content building up to Hana's eventual need for more force. Until then, after all, he crawls forward to hover over Hana, slipping an arm behind her back as he leans in to suck on one of her nipples. His ministrations are as ceaseless as his reputed work ethic, his body thoroughly invested in the moment while his mind... is elsewhere.
He wants to gratify this, the void heartbreak has left that makes his body ache for another's touch.
But already, his mind's on a case. He's already calculating his next steps towards solving the mystery of Bruce's death... and that's only to start. ]