Post by Mick Devin on Sept 8, 2021 17:06:27 GMT
Micks’ eyes lit up with a bit of mischief as a bright smile crossed his. “I did! I was thinking of your impeccable flexibility.” He mused, his tone hinting with insinuation as he watched Zara get a bit more comfortable in the crook of his arm.
He sighed quietly then, a bit in defeat as Zara went and got serious on him. Not the sort of pillow talk he wanted to have, but he supposed he deserved it. She had valid points as well, but she needed to tell that to his inner control freak that had to be in control of everything. Last night he certainly hadn’t been in control…
And those were the evil little goblin whispers his brain was starting to tell him. He smirked slightly at the mention of his super hero name. Knowing she was right and that Batman always had his Alfred. And in this Batman’s case, he had a whole flurry of lethal Alfred's to help him out. It still wasn’t going to make this easier for him. It would take time for Mick to accept he didn’t have to shoulder all the responsibility.
He watched her carefully as she drew those random designs into his chest and at the mention of her mother, he froze slightly. He watched Zara correct herself then as she jumped into Dax and Her story. Being the man he was, Mick had made it his business to stick his nose in every one of his teammates business. It was how he knew he wanted them for the team, how he recruited them. He knew at least what made them tick, and what drove them, but he never delved deeper into the details. He didn’t know Jo’s full story on the man she’d gone after who’d killed her family, just that she could provide a lethal skill set he wanted. It was the same as the twins. They were the best at what they did, and Mick never went down under the surface to see the real reasons they did what they did.
He could offer them that, despite knowing nearly everything about them. “Excuse me, you threw a wrench into my well-oiled machine. Should have taken the stairs…” Mick tsked. It was something he was going to argue about until his dying breath too. He smirked slightly before his head leaned back more against the pillow and he stared up at the ceiling. The smirk soon faded as a contemplated look appeared on Mick’s face.
“I know you’re right.” He murmured quietly, his dark eyes flickered down to her face for a moment before flickering back to the ceiling. “But it’s easier to say than do.” He said softly. “And I do trust you guys. If I didn’t, you all wouldn’t be here.” He admitted quietly. “I want to take all the responsibility, because I am the reason you’re all here.” It all came back to the start of it all, and that was Mick. He’d crafted his team, trusting them in his own way. He’d never had a real family before, and this was turning into being a dysfunctional one. One he really didn’t want to lose, and it wasn’t just because of the work they were doing.
He sighed quietly then, a bit in defeat as Zara went and got serious on him. Not the sort of pillow talk he wanted to have, but he supposed he deserved it. She had valid points as well, but she needed to tell that to his inner control freak that had to be in control of everything. Last night he certainly hadn’t been in control…
And those were the evil little goblin whispers his brain was starting to tell him. He smirked slightly at the mention of his super hero name. Knowing she was right and that Batman always had his Alfred. And in this Batman’s case, he had a whole flurry of lethal Alfred's to help him out. It still wasn’t going to make this easier for him. It would take time for Mick to accept he didn’t have to shoulder all the responsibility.
He watched her carefully as she drew those random designs into his chest and at the mention of her mother, he froze slightly. He watched Zara correct herself then as she jumped into Dax and Her story. Being the man he was, Mick had made it his business to stick his nose in every one of his teammates business. It was how he knew he wanted them for the team, how he recruited them. He knew at least what made them tick, and what drove them, but he never delved deeper into the details. He didn’t know Jo’s full story on the man she’d gone after who’d killed her family, just that she could provide a lethal skill set he wanted. It was the same as the twins. They were the best at what they did, and Mick never went down under the surface to see the real reasons they did what they did.
He could offer them that, despite knowing nearly everything about them. “Excuse me, you threw a wrench into my well-oiled machine. Should have taken the stairs…” Mick tsked. It was something he was going to argue about until his dying breath too. He smirked slightly before his head leaned back more against the pillow and he stared up at the ceiling. The smirk soon faded as a contemplated look appeared on Mick’s face.
“I know you’re right.” He murmured quietly, his dark eyes flickered down to her face for a moment before flickering back to the ceiling. “But it’s easier to say than do.” He said softly. “And I do trust you guys. If I didn’t, you all wouldn’t be here.” He admitted quietly. “I want to take all the responsibility, because I am the reason you’re all here.” It all came back to the start of it all, and that was Mick. He’d crafted his team, trusting them in his own way. He’d never had a real family before, and this was turning into being a dysfunctional one. One he really didn’t want to lose, and it wasn’t just because of the work they were doing.