Re: Dinah and Open
It had started with minor repairs, then one or two more major ones. Eventually, he was needing maintenance as regularly as the Batmobile. The vanity enhancements were all for show - his scars below the neckline were as thick as ever - but it was vital to him that he keep moving.
Dinah, on the other hand, was all Dinah. He loved every line on her face, she was still beautiful, even with the Peter Pan haircut; although if she could handle the salt and pepper in his own hair, not to mention the aches in his joints, he could let her longer tresses be a fond memory.
Having barely kept her far from sight all evening, Bruce knew right where to go when at last he went in search of her, hand sliding across the lowest portion of her back, brushing bare skin just above her waist. She didn't flinch, and that made him smile. Dinah knew his touch; Bruce wound himself around to her side, kissing her ear. She didn't even break her stride as the group of men who had approached to speak with her, Senators, Congressmen, city officials, and businessmen, to a one, looked at him as though they'd been caught breaking into his house.
"I bought Maria," he told her when they'd scattered. "We'll have to find room for her among the suits of armor." Bruce followed her eyes to the stage but was more interested in scanning the laughing crowd for signs of trouble. However, he teasingly asked, "Can I get you anyone while I'm at it?"