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Nightwing95
Dick was spared the difficulty of answering Harley's probing questions by the arrival of his bike. Had it chosen a less opportune moment to turn up, he might've let something slip in defence of a loved one and without entirely meaning to. In some ways, he worried her comments applied perfectly to Bruce, a man he constantly worried was burying his humanity. He wasn't particularly concerned about himself, Harley's comments were particularly pertinent to him. Dick wore a mask to protect his identity and pretty much never worried about his mental wellbeing which might be telling in itself.
He caught and was much gratified by the wide eyed coveting look Harley gave the bike. It was a lovely piece of machinery, as powerful and robust as it could be while still having an emergency stash of medical supplies and gear. Its autopilot (which had just done a fine job of embarrassing him) was a little sluggish but that was mostly because it was set to be as cautious as it possibly could be, as to avoid unwanted accidents caused by a driverless motorbike. The best feature, and the one that would come in most useful now, was that Lucius Fox had done his level best to make it every bit as well armoured as the Batmobile.
So when Harley brandished her bat at the bike in a threatening manner, Dick just leaned on the bike's seat and grinned. "To be honest Harl, I'd put my money on the bat breaking first, this old thing doesn't take a scratch."
“Easy! Easy! I ain't gonna smash your toy, well, not with my bat anyway.. But you neva kno what otha things might happen.. Unlike you, I like livin on the wild side.. You letting me drive it right? I think if you let me drive it, it'll work just fine..” was another good line though he had to give her the benefit of ignorance there. After all, Harley could hardly know that nobody but nobody drove Dick's bike apart from him. As a genuinely accommodating guy who did his best to make others comfortable and put them at their ease, there weren't many things he held firm on. He'd let people stay in his bed while he took the couch, stitch their wounds before his and make a guest breakfast before fixing some for himself. But his bike? Sacred ground.
Straddling it and reverentially putting one hand on the handlebar, he shook his head regretfully at Harley. "'Fraid not, I'll just have to make it work without you driving. Now, you still haven't given me an address..."
He caught and was much gratified by the wide eyed coveting look Harley gave the bike. It was a lovely piece of machinery, as powerful and robust as it could be while still having an emergency stash of medical supplies and gear. Its autopilot (which had just done a fine job of embarrassing him) was a little sluggish but that was mostly because it was set to be as cautious as it possibly could be, as to avoid unwanted accidents caused by a driverless motorbike. The best feature, and the one that would come in most useful now, was that Lucius Fox had done his level best to make it every bit as well armoured as the Batmobile.
So when Harley brandished her bat at the bike in a threatening manner, Dick just leaned on the bike's seat and grinned. "To be honest Harl, I'd put my money on the bat breaking first, this old thing doesn't take a scratch."
“Easy! Easy! I ain't gonna smash your toy, well, not with my bat anyway.. But you neva kno what otha things might happen.. Unlike you, I like livin on the wild side.. You letting me drive it right? I think if you let me drive it, it'll work just fine..” was another good line though he had to give her the benefit of ignorance there. After all, Harley could hardly know that nobody but nobody drove Dick's bike apart from him. As a genuinely accommodating guy who did his best to make others comfortable and put them at their ease, there weren't many things he held firm on. He'd let people stay in his bed while he took the couch, stitch their wounds before his and make a guest breakfast before fixing some for himself. But his bike? Sacred ground.
Straddling it and reverentially putting one hand on the handlebar, he shook his head regretfully at Harley. "'Fraid not, I'll just have to make it work without you driving. Now, you still haven't given me an address..."