1138/Back at Grant's Gym

Back at Grant's Gym
Date of Scene:	13 April 2020
Location:	Grant's Gym - Amusement Mile
Synopsis:	Dinah breaks up with Dick
Cast of Characters:	Dinah Lance, Dick Grayson

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Dinah Lance has posed:
Back at Grant's Gym, Dinah Lance is in the middle of another workout. The petite blonde is working on the heavy bag, mixing things up with both punches and kicks. Wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, her hands and feet are taped for protection and her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. She's been doing this for a while, judging from the perspiration as well as her breathing.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick had finished the night shift ... of his other persona and arrives at the gym. Dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, he looks around, noticing Dinah and smiles before making his approach. But because he doesn't want to get punched on accident, he stays a little out of the way. "So you and Carrie ever have that spar?" he asks curiously as he against one of the pillars in the building.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance pauses when she hears his approach, both hands moving to steady the bag while she catches her breath. "Not yet. I'd almost say she's dodging me, but I'm not ready to call her out on it yet." she replies. Stepping away, she picks up a water bottle and swigs deeply. "Busy night?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Fair to midland. Robbery at a jewelry store. Didn't see you out on patrol, just wanted to make sure everything was okay." Dick offers with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "No, if it's one thing I know about Carrie, she doesn't dodge a challenge." he admits with a rolling shrug of his shoulders.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance smiles at that, swishing the water around before swallowing. "No, she really doesn't." she replies. Moving over to one of the benches, she sits down. And Dinah looks unusually thoughtful. "And I skipped my patrol last night. Had a few things on my mind, and I'm not really sure how to start..."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Well, the beginning's usually a good place." Dick offers, following Dinah over to the bench. "I don't have any pennies in my pocket to offer you." he admits, a sheepish little smile. His hands settle around his middle.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance tilts her head, the smile becoming a little wry at the penny suggestion. "Well I don't even HAVE pockets." she replies. Drawing a deep breath, she exhales slowly and closes her eyes for a moment. "Well first let me start by saying I really suck at this, just as a disclaimer." Then she turns towards him more directly. "First of all, you're a really great guy. Best sort of boyfriend a girl could ask for, really. Nice ass... great kisser... hot in the sack..." She starts ticking things off on her fingers, then smiles sheepishly.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Who said it was you pocket I'd put it in?" Dick asks with a teasing lit in his tone, but then she starts to tick off things. And while it's the type of grocery list that any guy would love to hear from Dinah, he senses the oncoming train. "I take it you're about to hit the 'but' in this conversation, and I don't mean mine."

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance pauses with the third finger still checked off, and when her gaze meets his again there is conflict in her expression. "But..." she replies, confirming his guess. "I really don't feel like I'm holding up my end, you know? Between schedules, costume or not, and our overall work patterns, I feel like I'm holding you back." Pause. "And I really hate when things get to the point where a guy breaks up with me, so I wanna try something different. And I very much still wanna be friends, and even work together."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"...I see." Dick considers this for a moment, and sits on the bench. "I'm not going to lie. You're pretty amazing yourself." he admits. "And I guess I'm not getting a say in this -- that's usually how breakups work, right?" he asks her. "Alright. So yeah. I'm not that petty to go 'leave Bludhaven forever' or anything like that, that's dumb, and you're someone I value. In and out of costume. But... okay, you're breaking up with me."

He considers this, then shakes his head. "I suppose between the costume, the foot work, and everything else, I suppose I deserve that a little." Then he glances down at his hands. "I hope you find your happiness, Dinah. Even if it isn't with me." Drawing in a shaky breath to steady himself. "But yeah. Okay. Still friends and will work together. So..."

"...what type of flowers do you get for dumping a guy?"

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance shakes her head and steps up close, taking his face between her hands when he talks of finding her happiness. "Definitely still friends. Definitely still working together." she murmurs, gazing into his eyes. "And definitely gonna be second-guessing this for a really long time."

Her thumb brushes his cheek, then she raises up onto tiptoe and lightly kisses him on the lips.

"I'll think of something appropriate for flowers. And I really do wish YOU the best, too. I mean that."

Dick Grayson has posed:
The kiss is returned, and Dick keeps from grabbing her and deepening it. Instead, he lets her pull away. "When you tell Ted about this? Not my fault. We know he won't be happy with this if he thinks I broke your heart." Pushing himself to his feet, he holds her shoulder in his hand for a moment. "You know how to reach me if you need to. Thanks, Dinah." he says quietly.

And before he tries to convince her to change her mind, he's leaving the gym to head back to the street beyond. He's going to need a stuff drink.

Dinah Lance has posed:
Dinah Lance rocks back onto the balls of her feet, nodding a few times when he mentions Ted. Uncle Ted. Protective Uncle Ted. "I'll square it with him. Promise." she replies softly. The blonde watches him go, and as the door closes she's chewing her lower lip.

Only then does Dinah turn back towards the heavy bag, a fiery light in those blue eyes. The workout resumes, but with a vengeance now. She wonders who she was really trying to protect... Dick, or herself?

It's going to be a long day at the gym.