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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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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.

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[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?

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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.

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[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. ]

[And of course Ivy just goes there.]

Not like the two of us?

[ He hesitated for a reason, okay ]

I suppose so.

Would you be happier if we were?

[Because if this is a loss of objectivity then actual emotional investment is...?]

[ He's been emotionally invested in her longer than she gives him credit for. Sex and something resembling intimacy complicates matters further. ]

I don't know.

I don't think that's an option in my life, anyway.

[She makes a noise that's halfway to laughter.]

I think that's true for both of us, lover.

I know, I know.

[ This has gotten almost comfortable and companionable and that-- that's not a good thing. At least he's fairly sure it isn't. This is probably a Tony Stark level bad life choice, right? ]

India or the Barge. Guess it doesn't matter.

[Probably. Still, enjoy it while it lasts.]

Guess not. Not that I've ever been that far afield myself.

[She arches into a long, lazy stretch like a cat, working out a few kinks.]

[ He was going to say something. ]

[ Then she went and did that. ]

[ OH YEAH travel ]

Never went overseas in the pursuit of your work?

South America, several times. Africa and Europe, before Woodrue. [Before her work really began.] It didn't matter where I was. When I was deep enough in the Green I could sense plants on the other side of the globe. I could summon up species that humans hadn't even named yet, or long since ruled extinct.

[It was how she'd made a fortress out of Robinson Park, years ago.]

I chased cures. Rare plant and minerals. Found-- part of one. But it didn't work as planned.

That's how we got Emil Blonsky.

[ And that? Was awkward. ]

Then it was just staying ahead of the authorities. And other guys. And -- doing the math.

[ Going where there's little infrastructure, so when he breaks shit its-- not really a huge surprise to anyone who is there, and the people are used to their lives being filled with disaster and despair. ]

[ Funny how that worked out. ]

Mm.

[She looks at him for a moment, silent, thoughtful.]

You've got your monster on a much shorter leash now. Are you reconsidering your plans to be here forever, or is it still the case that - [much as she hates to recall their breach identities] - every day without an incident brings us closer to one?

I try not to think about the future.

[ Sometimes he's more inmate than some of the genuine inmates here. ]

But we're going one step at a time.

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