batmanschmatman | 115 [voice]

[Warden Filter]

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 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. :|]

For you, Dick? Yes. I would make that sacrifice. [She's teasing too, because let's not seriously discuss the fact she's sparing you from sleeping next door to the scene of a violent murder.]

[Dick grins a little and kisses her again, just a quick one.] Thanks. Seriously.

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