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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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[ 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. ]

[Ivy smiles again, sweeter, and straightens up - away from the desk, staying close. She already knows this is going to go differently to how it did in the CES. He's not frustrated or distracted, he's not going to feel like she's hitting him while he's down. He's in a celebratory mood. They both are.]

I thought I might leave them here.

[ Things are so much better when it's mutual, isn't it, Ivy? He smiles now; crooked, boyish. ]

You would.

[ And then, fuck being passive, fuck letting her take him. He moves for her, because there's no way the writing isn't on the wall now. He reaches out, to brush fingers through her hair, draw her closer, kiss her of his own volition. ]

[Meh. She liked it better the first time: feeling like she'd won, like he'd surrendered - but this is surrender as well. He can't have forgotten he's doing something wrong; he just doesn't care, at least not for today. And that has value to her too.

The return of his kiss is heated, not at all gentle, and she takes his hand and guides it to the point where her towel's tucked in at her side because if he's going to make the jump he might as well make it the whole way.]

[ Wilde said something about not being lead to temptation, Bruce can find his way there himself. And he does. One item of clothing at a time. He takes his time; there's a lot less damage here, and a lot less vines. ]

[ The next few hours are pleasantly spent. Less emotional damage and a certain bit of less restraint. And once certain needs are met they're tangled in a bedroom he's since had repaired since their last encounter. He lays beside her and relaxes in the afterglow. His eyes flicker green, but the beast remains at bay. ]

Though I know you hate my-- pillow talk... Why did you intervene with Harvey Dent? The boys have plenty of protectors. You could have tipped any one of them off.

But you wanted to do this.

Edited 2013-07-23 06:22 (UTC)

[Ivy's only really still here because she can't be bothered to move, pleasantly exhausted, tracing figure-of-eights on Bruce's bicep with a fingertip and leaving a toxic red trail that heals almost the moment it's inflicted.

The question gives her pause and her gaze slides up to meet his.]

You're really asking why I didn't delegate a job [to a man >:C] that I could more efficiently do myself?

Edited (so html) 2013-07-23 12:03 (UTC)

In my experience, you don't like getting your hands dirty. Harvey Dent's-- beneath your notice. He's a fly to your power. [ he shrugs ] Guess I'm reading too much into it.

[ He ignores the (almost pleasant) burn that creeps along his flesh; it's an afterthought. Endorphins are singing, and he realizes this is pretty much the end of objectivity. ]

At this point I think we should unpair. [ Normally he beats around the bush. Angles and uncertainty. But now? ] I seem to have left all objectivity in my other pants.

Edited 2013-07-24 00:09 (UTC)

[She looks at him as if she's seeing him from an perspective she's never noticed before.]

I'm not sure objectivity is something you need in this job, Doctor. [She withdraws her hand, pushing it into her hair.] Besides, Deadpool graduated, didn't he?

Iris Wildthyme is also sleeping with half the barge and makes emotional overtures to the other half.

[ Bruce doesn't really like Iris. She's uncontrolled, free, wild, alpha female-- things he wants in a woman, or wants to have for himself. ]

And he did. Are you saying your perspective on the subject has changed?

[She ignores the latter remark and smiles sharply at the first.]

Settle down, Bruce. I think there's only room for one green-eyed monster in there.

I am not jealous. [ oh the look she gets for that ] Deadpool's not my type. And neither is Iris.

No, but they both live their lives without one foot hovering over the brake. Don't tell me you don't envy that a little.

I think they both could have used more use of the brake in their lives.

[ But he's not one to talk considering he's laying here, sweat cooling on his skin, with his inmate. ]

They're not like-- [ he hesitates to use 'us', but it could be applicable. ]

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