Working it out (Roy, Bruce)
They'd been here for about a week now and still hadn't found a way back home. It wasn't all bad, but that didn't mean she was completely at ease. She was, however, enjoying things as much as she could. She and Roy had combed just about every inch of the resort looking for answers, and they'd come up with nothing helpful. They had yet to wander outside the wall, but she didn't feel up to doing that until they found weapons to use. They would need to check it out eventually, because there was a very big chance that 'stay away, it's dangerous' was meant to dissuade them from finding the one way out of here.
For now, they found other ways to expend energy. One of those ways just happened to be sparring in the gym. Roy kept her on her toes. He'd learned a lot in his time with Team Arrow and he made a good trainer. She just hoped that she'd learned enough to keep him on his toes as well.
They were both dressed in the closest to workout clothes they could find in this place. They had plans to check out one of the fancier restaurants afterward. If she squinted, she could almost convince herself that this really was just a vacation. Almost. She put a hand on Roy's and gave it a squeeze.
"When we get home, we should think about doing this for real. Or at least we could take a weekend to head somewhere a little sunnier? What do you think?"
She tried to suppress the slight flush as she realized that it might be seen as a big step in the relationship. Going away for a weekend was kind of a big deal. She tried not to be conscious of such things, but there was a part of her that might always be a little gunshy about taking relationship steps. After all, her first serious boyfriend had run off with her sister once they'd started discussing moving in together. Not to mention that both had been thought to have died for years. So there was that. But she tried not to let that scare her away too much when it came to moving forward with someone else. Then again, all of this might be a moot point if they didn't find a way home. But she wasn't ready to quit hoping. That wasn't her style.