Why: because they are Tara and Ronin, let's be honesty. And they were the film.
Epic Knights
She was young when she was chosen.
She had, naturally, been at the ceremony with every woodland creature lucky enough to be invited to the event – however, as may seemed to forget later on, Tara and Ronin had been there as part of their leafmen duties. And she never forgot it, however snug her armour had fit, bright and vibrant as her comrades. Her fingers twitched in excitement, so much so that Ronin had reached over and their fingers brushed.
The burst of light from the bloom had pulled their fingers back, back straightening in duties and excitement. Their Queen – their Queen – was coming, and it wouldn't do to give the wrong impression. It was the start of everything for them, together.
Then there was warmth around her, seeping inside her like a warm bath and her armour was gone. So much light, so much life around her. It was almost too much to bare. But she wasn't alone, she could feel it – them – all of them. But when Tara – Queen Tara – started to reach over to him, Ronin bowed to his Queen. His hands firmly tucked away.
It was natural.
This – this thing – this partnership came as easy to her as breathing. It was like slipping into a suit and forgetting that it hadn't always been there. There was always an ease between them, lifelong friends in moments but nothing like this.
He landed between her and the Jokers. His body tense for action, claws drawn. Gotham's overly-serious, protective Knight to the rescue. But she knew how to roll with the punches.
She tried to knock the dirt off her jacket, trying not to smile at the clowns' fleeing backs.
"You didn't need to hit them so hard." She could have sworn he was pouting. He nudged the down Joker with his boot, examining the damage. Someone was going to have a headache later. Her fingers were already aching.
"And let you have all the fun?"
"You needed to be more careful….Miss." He handed her bag over. He stood tall, almost towering over her in his black uniform, all serious and heroic.
She laughed. She couldn't help it, even as she imagines Bruce's grumbles down the commlink. He stepped back and Masked or not, she can see the tips of his ears turning red. He's just too easy.
He tapped his belt, "Need a lift home?"
"As if I have a choice. Otherwise you'll follow me all the way home, and then everyone will know where my secret lair is, Terry." She wraps her arms around him, lips trembling in distress.
The Batwing swings overhead, half masking his " – Max!"
His arms are gentle but firm around her as they soar up.
What could be more normal than this?
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