metalogs | ( open-ish ) dedicate and sacrifice my everything

I don't mean killing her. Leaping straight to killing is not the Amazon way.

[ If they even could... although she's killed gods before. ]

I'd rather we come out of this with no killing at all, on any side. If the Shining God could be persuaded to listen to us... if Chaos Gate is willing to set aside her grief and anger... we may yet come out of all of this whole, together.

[ She touches her fingers lightly to the lasso at her waist. ]

The lasso might help. It allows me to see into the core of another, to speak with them there, in their truest self.

( he was referring to chaos gate wanting to kill shining god, but. he leaves it. especially with diana going on about how killing isn’t the amazon way. at least right off the bat. something to file away.

dipping a couple more fries into the ketchup, he takes a sip of his coffee after, eyeing diana there as he does. )

If you’re even able to use it on a god.

( or closest thing to one. )

I have before.

[ Many times. More times than she can easily recall. It's tiring, sometimes, thinking of how long she's been fighting. ]

The lasso is god-made, a gift from my patrons. It is unbreakable and impartial.

[ Her smile is slight and a little wry. ]

It's worth a try, I think.

( the look on bruce’s face says it all really. how he remains skeptical of that, especially in a place like this and with going against the types of metas they are. still, he doesn’t argue with her. just gives her that typical bruce look of skepticism mixed in with an “uh huh…” to it. )

Maybe.

( finishing half of his sandwich, he takes another sip of coffee. )

Provided everything goes smoothly with Eros.

[ She can't help grinning at that: both his statement and the accompanying expression. ]

Really, Bruce. Of all the gods who could be here, Eros is one of the least likely to harm me.

[ What will he do, flirt at her? ]

I'll pay my respects, ask politely if he knows anything, and leave.

Let’s hope it doesn’t cost much.

( which… that might possibly be said with a bit of a raised brow around his mug before he takes another sip. )

We’ll come to something more concrete with Dick and Harper.

[ Setting down her fork, she reaches across the table to briefly curl her fingers around his wrist, warm and gentle. ]

You worry about enough already. Let me worry about this. Whatever the cost is, I will manage it.

[ After a second, she lets go and retrieves her fork to turn back to her food. ]

Will we? What are their plans?

( her fingers wrap gingerly around his one wrist there and, like always, he falls quiet at the touch. allows for a brief moment of his blue eyes lifting their gaze to meet hers before she’s pulling her hand away, and he’s looking back down to his plate. )

I’m sure we’ll find out.

( because that’s the whole point of this teamwork thing here. for now though, he intends to finish the rest of his meal before they head back to the motel. )

I'm sure we will.

[ For the moment, she applies herself to her meal, until she's finished the omelette and is sipping at the remainder of her tea, content to wait until he's finished with his own meal before she asks: ]

Ready to go back?

( with his own meal more or less finished, he nods as he leans to the side some, pulling out his wallet to wade through the bills in there for the meal. he knows he has enough. he’d made sure to bring what could be considered enough to this time. so, signaling for the check, he looks back over to diana. )

Three hours tomorrow. Any longer and I’m coming to find you.

I understand.

[ She isn't surprised. It's typical of Bruce to chose to rush into a situation even knowing that if it were dire enough to slow her down, it would be extremely dangerous for him. ]

I won't be late.

Perhaps he'll have a phone I can use to call and let you know I'm on my way back.

( brow raised, there’s a huff on his lips and before the waitress comes over with their check, he manages to get out a low: )

Funny.

( with the check in hand, bills are laid out as well as some extra for a tip and he slides himself out of the booth, wallet tucked in his back pocket while hands stuff themselves into his jacket pockets. he waits long enough for diana to slip out of the booth as well before he starts for the exit of the diner, knowing he has a lot to think about throughout the night now. )

I have my moments.

[ She follows him through the diner, making sure to wave and smile and thank the waitstaff as they go, until they're back outside in what is now true night. She tips her face up to the sky, looking for familiar constellations, as they walk. ]

Have you ever been to an area like this before? Is there anything like it near Gotham?

[ The motel. The diner. The quiet, all around them. ]

( he glances to her out of the corner of his eye as they go, the walk to the motel not at all far given the diner is across the street. still, the short distance somehow has a way of feeling much longer than it actually is. at least it does to bruce. )

There’s pockets here and there. I mostly just pass through them.

( on his bike when he’s playing the drifter role throughout gotham. )

[ There's certainly nothing quite like it anywhere on Themyscira. Hadn't been before; certainly isn't now. She looks, but she can't see her constellation – Cassiopeia, the W – in the sky overhead before they reach the motel once more and the lights outside the rooms send the stars above into muted darkness.

The room looks precisely as they left it. She begins unwinding the lasso from around her waist, considering their options. ]

Are you tired?

( unable to help himself, he throws a curious glance around the room — checking for signs, things. letting tips of his fingers run across the top of the television set as he looks around. things he can't quite seem to shake in doing and, more than likely, never will.

when he looks over to her, it's with a slight squint, throwing his glance around the room again. )

Coffee will probably keep me up a bit yet. But if you want to rest, I can find something else to do.

I'm fine for the moment.

[ She sets the lasso on the bedspread, then props a pillow against the headboard to take a seat against it, one leg curled beneath her as she watches him prowl around. When was the last time he hadn't gone on patrol once the sun set? ]

We could take a look around the area tonight. Cover some ground.

[ They don't know yet what they're looking for, but sometimes what's needed is the action more than the result. ]

( realizing what he's doing, he slowly slips his hands into his jacket pockets and stands there near the television, staring down to the ground. quiet. mulling over something like always. )

Do you think I was wrong?

( a pause, words soft. )

To have Kyle stay behind.

No.

[ This answer requires very little deliberation. ]

You don't know what he went through, when we – the Justice League – went into the past. [ There's a beat, as she reconsiders, allows: ] What we all went through. Both for him, and for the others left behind, I think you were correct in your assessment.

Why do you ask?

I don't know.

( a glance off across the room, again, he falls quiet. )

Just the thought of this turning into a one-way trip... I just hope we brought the right people with us for this.

I don't know that we had all that much choice in the matter.

[ Surprised as she was to hear Dick had opted to go against Bruce's wishes, they all made their choices freely. ]

This isn't the League. We're all individuals, here, without any organization. When everyone makes their own decisions, instead of making them together...

[ She shrugs. They aren't a team, exactly, just a group of people with similar goals... or so she hopes. ]

In the end, we work with what we have. So, what do we have?

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An amazon, an archer, an acrobat, and vengeance. Sounds like the beginning of a joke.

( brushing the tips of his fingers along a brow, he goes and pops his cap off, dropping it down on the chair there as he sighs, seeming a little restless. )

You forgot something.

[ His hair rumples as he removes the cap, so much longer and shaggier than she's accustomed to. There's very little of Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy, in this raw-edged version of her friend. ]

We have a detective. Two detectives, really. Which is excellent news for us, as we have few enough clues to follow thus far.

We have flight, through me. And... well, I suppose Roy might have some trick arrows.

[ One never really knows what the archers might have available. ]

( the look he gives diana is not one that could be considered hopeful, bruce looking off to the duffel bag he'd dropped down to the chair with the cap resting atop. this is out of his area of expertise — nothing he's ever come close to having done before and it's still taking him some wrapping his head around being in the 80s like this, but. they still have a job to do — still have people back in the present-future depending on them, and so he'll do whatever he needs to. just push everything else down like always. )

When are you leaving to search out Cupid?

( dryly said, bruce damn well knowing it's eros. )

Ah, yes. One more thing we have. A diplomat.

[ A moment, before she adds, slightly pert: ] Meaning me, of course.

[ Certainly not him. Not as he is now, anyway, poking at her with that pointed mistake. She keeps her own tone peaceful. ]

First thing in the morning.

Are you annoyed with me?

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