"Me too, but he's... Bruce." she shrugged. "He's not exactly forthcoming with his feelings."
That line of conversation was cut off by Alfred, who returned to collect their plates. The elderly butler directed a frown at the amount left on Dinah's plate. He was always pushing her to eat more.
He also brought out dessert, which was an overly decadent chocolate cheesecake. Dinah stood and kissed Alfred on the cheek.
"Thank you Alfred," she said quietly.
The butler gave them both a small smile and then exited the room again.
Dinah ate her dessert in silence. She felt bad for it, but there was a lot to think about it. Oliver's understanding about the possibility of her taking time off had jumpstarted the internal argument that had been waging itself ever since the meeting with the League.
Finally, she did break the silence.
"I think that you were right earlier-maybe I should step down from the team for now." She grimaced ever so slightly. "I hate to do it, but I don't think I'm thinking clearly enough to be in a position where lives might depend on me. Not lately."
She did her best to hide just how much it hurt to give up something that she felt so passionately about. And worse, one of the only things that she had left to focus on after losing Jake.