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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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[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.

Of course.

[She swings her legs over the side of the bed, reaching out to call on the vines she left coiled around the nightstand.]

[ He idly wonders where his clothes end up. In the end, he grabs one of the blankets off the bled, tucks it aruond his hips like a sari, and considers just how weird his life has gotten on the barge. ]

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