Well; at least his attitude improved when he had a bomb strapped to his chest. And she couldn’t very well deny him when she’d practically given her word. Besides, she had no intention of dying today– and while she might still have time to get free of the blast radius, her Beloved would be rather put out if she let his eldest become one with ash and rubble.
“Very well. Hold still.” She insisted, stepping up onto a crate to give herself a better view of the bomb. It only took a few moments and one careful snip with wirecutters produced from her belt before the countdown timer stopped, with a full forty-seven seconds to spare.
“I believe thanks are in order?” And if he didn’t want to thank her he could just stay up there with those solid knots until he passed out from being upside down for too long. At that point, who could say what might happen to him…
his whole body goes tense when she steps closer but, true to her word, she only defuses the bomb on his chest. dick breathes out an unintentional sigh of relief when she steps back, when the bomb stops ticking down to his demise. with the knowledge that he isn’t going to die imminently comes a rush, the kind that makes him even more giddy than he already is, hanging upside-down like this.
and then she has to ruin it. he clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth, thinks about snidely reminding her that she would have done it anyway, if only to avoid bruce’s ire, but he holds his tongue. likely a wise choice when dealing with talia al ghul.
❛ thank you. ❜ well, if there’s a note of sarcasm in his voice, it’s not entirely his fault.