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[grandpursuit]

One of the first things that Chase had unpacked when she'd moved into her new office in Gotham was her punching bag. She found healthy physical expressions of aggression to be the best antidote for stress, and especially when she was working with the police department in D.C., spending her days interviewing murderers and child molesters and

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[cantstopmoving]

Not unlike his mentor and his brother, Dick tends to watch before he approaches. Observation is critical to understanding. Watching Chase, with her strawberry blonde hair, quick mind, stunning figure and surprising athleticism he definitely appreciates is as much pleasure as work.

He senses as much as sees the shift in her focus. Notes the drop into fighting stance. And on a whim, slides into range, deflecting the blow off his forearm, spinning his arm over hers and down, then spinning her around and back up against his chest - or trying. "Hi," he says across where her ear should be with laughter in his voice. "Good technique, but it could be a lot better."

[ooc: up to you whether he actually succeeds at it. If he doesn't, he'll still say that.]

[grandpursuit]

It all happens so quickly that Chase hardly has time to react at all - and though she may have at least been able to wrench herself away before he held her, her first instinct would have been to try to hit him again and she wasn't quite paranoid enough to aim blows at someone without seeing them first.

And so she found herself pulled tight against Dick, looking up at him with wide eyes, and breath a bit quick both from the previous physical exertion and the surprise.

"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment," she managed, once she processed what had just happened.

[cantstopmoving]

Beautiful bee-stung mouth wrapped around an erratic breath, eyes wide and soft like she's begging to be kissed and Dick...releases her. Not fast like he's been bitten or lingering like he's reluctant, just smiles at her and lets her go.

"It was an honest evaluation. Compliments get people killed." It sounds, even to his ears, like something Bruce would say. His mouth twists with a knife's edge smile as he drops back another step and sets to spar. He flexes his fingers, beckoning. "Come."

If he's going to sound like Bruce, at least he can be useful when he acts like him.

[grandpursuit]

The statement rang in Chase's ears as well; he sounded more Bruce than Bruce, to her. "Are you sure I don't need to be wearing skin-tight vinyl or rubber for this?"

[cantstopmoving]

He flips her a small smile, but doesn't otherwise move. "Nomex-Kevlar. Fire-resistant. Bullet-proof. Insulated. And it breathes a lot better than either vinyl or rubber. You're stalling."

[grandpursuit]

"I'm stalling because I know you're about to humiliate me," Chase sighed. "You do realize that there's a difference between kickboxing and real fighting, right? Like the difference between a bunch of housewives bopping around by punching bags and what you do?"

Still, he was just standing there, so she made a valiant effort, throwing another punch toward his head.

[cantstopmoving]

"I make it a rule never to humiliate a beautiful woman who can deconstruct my psyche," he says, smiling as he ducks the blow with an easy move to the side. Twirling, he sweeps a kick high and close to keep from hurting her when it connects. "But teaching them to defend themselves, that's different."