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[Hiii Barge. Ivy's in the men's showers, a couple of spots of blood on her face.

Behind her, a tangle of her vines lift Harvey Dent's bleeding, unconscious body into view. His mouth is acid-burnt - both sides - both his arms are hanging at weird angles and his fingers are all heavily bruised. The unscarred side of his face is bruised. ~~And that's just the stuff that's visible~~.]

I found this beating Cassel Sharpe. Whoever it belongs to might want to come deal with it.

[She makes a sharp gesture and the vines drop him. Sorry about any major fractures that might have aggravated, Harv.]

Cassel's in the Infirmary.

[And she clicks off. All done. By the time anyone comes to scape Harvey off the floor, she'll be gone.]

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[ brow. arch. ]

Where are you now?

My cabin.

I assume he couldn't hurt you?

I didn't give him the chance.

I really shouldn't be pleased that you chose vigilantism, but I'm glad you got Cassel to safety.

[ and secretly pleased about vigilantism; better than the other. ]

You shouldn't be?

Fairly sure I shouldn't encourage violence in you in any form. But-- controlled, precise, and limited...

Good job.

[ It won't satisfy her detractors, he's sure, or his. But he is pleased. It's in his tone, the way his lips quirk. ]

Does this streak of Wardenly pride run to letting me use your shower?

[ There's a pause, like he should be thinking about all the reasons why he shouldn't have her naked in his cabin again. They evaporate under the heat of pride and his own victories that week. ]

Well, wardens wil be in and out of the other, so-- yes. You can.

I'll be there shortly.

[She will. Knock knock Bruce, come let in your lightly bloodstained Inmate.]

[ And he lets her in, without any problems. The slightly cooler cabin has no fire going at the moment. Bruce doesn't really notice. ]

Left some towels out for you.

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[Probably for the best. Guess who's not big on woodburners?]

Thank you.

[Naturally, her clothes start coming off long before she reaches the bathroom, and she smiles over her shoulder as she opens the door.]

[ Who had already gone back to his office, la la la, not watching? Goddamn it, woman. ]

[ And he'll be there, writing in a leatherbound journal and making odd notes here and there when she's done. ]

[Killjoy.

Still, as much as Ivy has long ceased to care where and how she cleans up, it's undeniably nice to have guaranteed privacy and decent facilities. Particularly when she needs to shampoo someone else's blood out of her hair and scrub small quantities of their melted skin off her lips. She luxuriates a little, spending half an hour under the spray before she wraps herself in a towel and steps out in a cloud of steam.

It's something of a surprise that Banner is still around, though then again she can't imagine he'd want her picking through his things, either. Because she would.]

I didn't take you for a diarist, Bruce.

It can be important when you lose time. [ Bruce closes the volume, leaving it on his desk. ] But it's not so Lisa Frank as all that. Just notes. Ideas. Things like that.

[ And now; inmate with towel, in his cabin. Welp. ]

An aide-memoir. I understand. Rumor has it I was a scientific prodigy before I went insane.

[She leans against his desk lightly, ever so gently nudging at his personal space.]

What was it like, dealing with Creed?

Hard. Fast. Feral. More like wrestling a bear than a man. Or a tiger.

[ His wounds have healed since. ]

Not what I meant. What was it like for you?

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Are you asking if I enjoy my newfound control to pummel the crap out of someone and remember it?

How did you feel about Harvey?

Angry. Justified. Exhilarated. And that's exactly what I'm asking.

Angry. Free. Powerful.

So, one out of three.

[She smiles sharply.]

Let's call it two. I always feel powerful.

I'm not surprised. You put on quite the show.

You hear from James and Vesper? [ since, you know. they've been kind of angry about your powers. ]

Bond. Asked why he did it, why I did it...but he didn't complain.

Given the breach-- [ He's honestly surprised either way. But he lets it go, and then rises from his chair. ] Do you need a robe, or are you going to take my towels back to your cabin?

[ Or does he know she's not going anywhere? Honestly, a relaxed as he is, it's definitely leaning toward the latter. It's like he's-- almost flirting. ]

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