[closed] this christmas we don't need to get away

[controlledvariable]

Date & Time: December 2010
Location: Chicago
Characters: two losers
Summary: ew
Warnings: unhinged laughter
Notes: please blame heather for the cut text i am so sorry. also gif warning under the cut

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[controlledvariable]

[It has a lot to do with what he said to her, but she doesn't want him to feel responsible, because despite all this, the rest of what he said was... what she needed.

She doesn't want him to look so sad, either, so she walks round to his side of the bed and leans down to press a kiss to his hair. When she pulls back, she's even managed a smile.]

It's okay, I'll figure it out.

[Somehow...]

[5055034455]

Is it something you can figure out, though?

[He says it without thinking, but when he pauses and considers his own words, it makes sense.]

I mean —

[Another pause. He studies her face for a moment, then reaches out to take her hand and kiss her knuckles.]

It just happened, right? So it probably goes the same for reversing it.

[controlledvariable]

[She isn't so sure it makes sense, because what she means is that she has to figure out a way to reconcile being a Bat with having to kill.

It's a work in progress.]

I don't know. [It's not dismissive, she just really isn't sure.] I've been trying not to think about it.

[Which isn't a good method of coping, but she was tired of being sad.]

[5055034455]

[He moves from her knuckles to the back of her hand, pressing a light kiss to the skin there.]

You're still Batgirl.

[Saul's not sure if that's helping or hurting, or if she's even worried about that at all, but he still feels like he has to say it.]

[controlledvariable]

[The kisses help a little. If nothing else, they're a distraction and a reassurance.]

It's funny, a few months ago I was talking to someone about outgrowing Batgirl.

[But she didn't mean like this.

And it's not really funny.]

[5055034455]

[No, he doesn't think it's funny. And she knows this can't be what she meant.

He really wishes he knew what else to say to her, but in the end, all he manages to do is pull her into his arms.]

[controlledvariable]

Saul.

[It's more amused than anything, as she lets him hug her. Now that she's got her feet under her again, she feels a little more capable of brushing this off, so he doesn't have to worry.

It's not lying, he knows what's happened, she's just... downplaying how much it's messing with her.]

I'm fine, it's okay.

[5055034455]

Okay. Just making sure.

[He sounds convinced, but he isn't.]

You going out?

[controlledvariable]

Yeah, just for a little bit.

[She kisses his cheek.]

Don't worry, I'm not planning to get into trouble, I'll just be swinging around for a bit.

[By which she means she isn't going to go looking for trouble, but she might end up finding it anyway, because she's her.]

[5055034455]

[HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT SHE MEANS. And that's why she's getting the look she's getting.]

"Just swinging around." Right.

[controlledvariable]

[At least he's fussing at her about this instead of Batgirl things.]

I promise I'll be careful.

[She can be careful while getting into fights......]

[5055034455]

[Nope.

She's still getting the same look.

And yet he kisses her anyway, go figure.]

Please do.

[controlledvariable]

[She's at least 90% sure that he wouldn't love her as much if she wasn't so reckless, so she doesn't feel too bad about that look.]

I'm a vigilante, what's the worst that could happen?

[Don't answer that.]

[5055034455]

[And now he's looking at her like WHAT KIND OF DUMBASS QUESTION IS THAT.

Should he even respond to that?

Does he even have to?]

[controlledvariable]

[In an effort to prove how fine she is, she grins, does finger guns, and makes sure there's a spring in her step as she heads over to the window to pull it open.

See? There's nothing to worry about.]

[5055034455]

[Someday, maybe, that sight won't freak him out.

But probably not.

He makes no effort to hide his displeased frown, but then he makes a gesture like "get out of here, crazy."]

[controlledvariable]

[And with a salute, she all but throws herself out the window.

He might her hear laughing, before she fires off the grapple gun and disappears into the night. It's such a relief to be able to really fly through the air, and if she happens to run into just a tiny bit of trouble, well.

Hopefully Saul won't be too annoyed if she comes back with bloody knuckles and a few bruises.]