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I just brought Poison Ivy down to Level Zero after she kidnapped, tortured and murdered Edward Blake, who's recovering in the infirmary. Steve knows what happened. [And you won't be getting any details on it, because it was pretty horrific and Dick really wants to just go sit in the shower for like, an hour.]

As long as T'Pol's in a coma, I'll be taking responsibility for Ivy from here on out, so if anyone has any questions about what happened or has an issue with her, I'd appreciate you directing them to me. She'll be down in Zero for the full week.

Again, I just want to stress with people that even with her abilities weakened, she's still extremely dangerous, and her pheromones still pack a punch. Use caution when approaching her, and don't let her have access to any toxic plants.

[Private to the Admiral]

I need a plant light, please.

[Private to Sara, about two hours later]

I don't know about you, but I could really use a break from being here right now, and I'm bringing a bottle of wine and a picnic blanket up to the CES, if you want to join me.

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[Dick frowns, because just. Jesus, what an asshole, and there's a tiny part of him - the part that hadn't been all that sorry about Blake - that hope he got what was coming to him.

And, really, he's seen what the Witchblade's capable of, so maybe he did.]

I'm sorry. [It's genuine, sympathetic, although a thought does occur at the second part of what she said.] But, uh, in the interest of being honest about this kind of thing, I was kinda raised by a billionaire.

[She just laughs, because honestly she kinda already knew that.]

Well, shoot, we're already here. I don't know, after seven years I think I might be ready to make an exception.

[Dick just smiles, a little embarrassed, because he really doesn't feel like it's his money, and he'll never really shake off the feeling like he doesn't deserve it or know what to do with it because he'd grown up poor, but. Let's stop thinking about that and focus on some other stuff.

But his expression sobers a little. He's maybe starting to feel the alcohol, but that doesn't mean he can't focus on things.] What happened to him?

Irons?

[She takes a longer, fortifying sip from her glass, draining it.]

Well, after our date went sour he threw himself from his penthouse. I thought they'd hose him off the asphalt and that'd be it, but...his body was never found, and a while later, he resurfaced. Put his fortune back together. 'Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated, ha ha ha', all that bullshit. Since then...it's not like I've got anything on him that'd stand up in court, so we've just been kinda....circling each other from a distance. He hasn't lost interest, he wants me to know he's there, but it's been a long time since he's actually tried anything.

[And every time she tries looking into her family history he's there, looming out of the background, but that's so much more than she wants to seriously think about right now.]

I like to think people like that eventually get what's coming to them. [Except, you know, R'as who wouldn't seem to go away. And liked creeping all over them. He carefully moves a little closer to her.]

Sorry. This got kind of heavy.

Don't worry about it. If my entire life had to be summed up in one line I think that'd be it.

[She leans into him, comfortably fitting the side of her body alongside his.]

...that, or maybe 'what the everliving Hell just happened'.

[Dick chuckles a little, nodding in agreement.]

I feel like you've probably got a leg up on me as far as crazy, legitimately supernatural stuff goes. Although I guess that makes the 'what the everliving Hell just happened' moments stand out a little more.

You ought to cherish that. There's nothing quite as depressing as finding out there's demons in the sewer system and thinking 'oh, it must be Tuesday'.

[I can think of a few things more depressing is honestly his first thought, but. He's just going to finish off the last of his wine, and he's maybe already starting to feel a little fuzzy.]

I guess we can never complain about it being boring.

[Ditto, but we're not trawling the lowest episodes of our lives today, that's not non-coerced-first-date material.]

We could. But we shouldn't. [She looks at him carefully, the sort of look she used to give people before asking them to recite the alphabet, back when she was in uniform.] How're you feeling there?

[Dick just chuckles softly, grinning because hey. Why with the cop face.]

Maybe a little tipsy. Are you going to make me try to walk in a straight line while reciting the alphabet or something? Because I promise I wasn't planning on driving anywhere tonight.

I think I might, just for the cheap laugh. You've had, what, two glasses? I can't believe you got worse since Risa, that really takes work.

To be fair, I seem to remember avoiding stuff with actual alien alcohol in it. Andorian Ale really messes me up.

I'm curious to hear how you found that out and how embarrassed you were.

Jim had an extra bottle around and tried to get me drunk. Safe to say, he succeeded within like, half an hour, and I had a pretty bad hangover the next morning.

[She scoffs.] Yeah? Classy friend you've got there.

Classy might not be the first word I'd use, but sure. [There were worse adjectives to use. Maybe.] How're you doing?

[She glances at her empty glass.] Honestly? I think I'd need to be drinking rubbing alcohol for two glasses to even make a dent.

Neat trick. Probably kinda pathetic this stuff knocks me on my ass faster than most military grade truth serums. [Which wasn't an exaggeration. Which was probably even more pathetic.

He's quiet for a moment before looking at her seriously.] Thanks. For this, I mean, I really... needed to do something normal, after what happened.

[She's a legitimate source of 'normal' now. What a world.]

It wasn't really a trial on my part, Dick. But you're welcome.

[Hard to tell what level of affection is appropriate in the wake of what he's been through, so she plays it reasonably safe and leans over to kiss his cheek.]

[Dick smiles, almost a little shyly, before going to actually kiss her because, well, he could be an impulsive idiot sometimes.

Or a lot of the time.]

[She returns the kiss for a long few moments, and it's good, and with the Witchblade suspending a lot of her ability to experience hunger or pain or hot or cold it's nice to feel something - but she's well aware that this isn't the right day to go further.

Still, even when she pulls away she doesn't go far, their foreheads still close to touching. She smiles.]

...that was nice.

[It's not. There would be a line where he'd draw back and it definitely wasn't because of Sara, but this was nice and simple and seemed like the right thing to do, and he doesn't pull back at all, laughing softly at the comment.]

I guess it's nice to know we're not that out of practice.

Guess so. [She bites her lip for a second, vacillating.] It's getting late. You - you can crash on my couch tonight, if you want.

Where does that leave you? You're willing to brave the room not even Barbie would sleep in for me? [He says it like he's just teasing, but man he is really appreciative because dnw sleep next to a murder scene tonight, thanks Ivy. :|]

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