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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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[She drains what's left in her cup too - hey, it's nice wine - and adopts the same 'I want this to be over quickly but I don't want to slip up and end face-down in the mud' pace back towards the entrance.

Hey. Any chance of an umbrella, Witchblade?]

No.

[Well, fuck you too, buddy. She actually quite likes this sort of weather, thunder and lightning and all, but generally she prefers watching it from cover than being...in it. Still, it's exhilarating in a safe way she doesn't encounter much these days, and by the time they're out the door she's sort of laughing at how random and goddamn typical that was.]

Oh my God. [She's pushing her hair back and it's soaked through.] So much for getting out of here for a while.

[It's better to get caught in the heavy rain like this instead of while out on patrol, or even better, out on a stakeout. It was damp and cold and everything got slippery, so the fact that at the worst right now, he was looking at falling on his face in front of someone he liked instead of falling off a building made being out here not that bad, really. Outside of the Admiral being a dick, anyway.

Once they were back out on deck, Dick pushes his hair back from his forehead and laughs a little, still feeling the little bit of burnt out hollowness that seemed to hang over him almost constantly these days.]

You'd think after being here for as long as I have, I'd realize the Admiral just loves reminding people who's calling the shots here.

[Overall she's just grateful to have gone out in a shirt that doesn't make her look like she's competing in some frathouse wet T-shirt contest right now.]

I'd been hoping he had more important things to keep an eye on -- I know. Naive. [She quirks a smile at him.] Want to come back to my cabin, borrow a towel?

[She tries to keep tabs on who lives where and according to her mental map, it's possible a guy just got tortured and killed in his neighbor's room. Maybe not what he wants to go home to?]

Sure. [There was basically zero hesitation, and maybe on a different day, he would have felt maybe a little shy or embarrassed about it, but he really wasn't in a rush to get back to his room. He'd sort of been considering just crashing with Tim or something.

Which... maybe just confirmed what she already expected, because seriously. He'd sort of had enough of the first floor for today.]

You don't mind?

The temporary loss of a towel and a little more of your company? Yeah, I think I can tolerate it somehow. Come on. [She's started heading towards the stairwell.]

[He chuckles again and follows her without further questioning, and tries to get a little more cheerful.]

So, back to what you were saying before we were rudely interrupted by the weather, I don't know. First non-coerced date?

First non-coerced date. Don't think I've ever had to make the distinction before, but I can deal with that.

[It only takes a minute or two to get to her cabin, and her apartment still has the 'orderly clutter' feel of a place owned by someone who knows exactly where everything is but doesn't really expect anyone else to have to work it out.]

Make yourself at home. I'll be right back.

[And she disappears off towards her bathroom.]

[Dick is just. Not going to mention that time he fake got married to keep an eye on a murder suspect who turned out to be getting set up by her best friend.

He nods, but is mostly just going to try not to drip on anything while you're in the bathroom, Sara, because he's pretty wet. He sets down the folded up picnic blanket, the cups and the wine on the nearest flat surface.]

[She comes out a couple minutes later in sweats and a T-shirt - beat up workout clothes, but they're clean and dry - with a towel around her shoulders and another in her hands. She holds it out.]

Here.

[Hey, those are the best kind of clothes. Dick accepts the towel and immediately starts toweling off his hair and face.]

Thanks. [And, that done, he'll be doing his best to dry off the rest of him.] So, did you fix up the damage from that bodyswap flood?

[She groans.] Took a last shot at asking the Admiral politely. And - okay, it did work, but...just look at this.

[She opens the door into her bedroom; the wall and some of the ceiling behind her bed are a shade of pink that would give Barbie a seizure.]

It glowed in the dark, the first few nights.

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[Sweet Zombie Jesus, that is very, very pink. Dick is just going to blink at that for a few seconds because good god.]

How did you sleep?

With extreme difficulty for a couple of hours, then way more easily on my couch.

[She shuts the door.]

Should've known better. Loki asked for a cabin he could actually live in, I asked the Admiral for a hotel room and what he wound up with? [She drags a hand over her face.] He's lucky the bed doesn't take quarters.

Is it just me, or has he been acting even more like an asshole than he usually is, lately? [It's just musing, because really, people were lucky to get anything they asked for.]

I was thinking I should ask him to fix up Ivy's room, but if he's just going to pull a stunt like this, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be the next brutal murder someone's telling the rest of you about.

[She smirks even though it's not really funny. Gallows humor.]

You might have better luck if you say 'please' the first time around.

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I guess it's worth a shot. Maybe I should offer to sacrifice some goats and burn incense too, or something.

[She laughs under her breath.] But, you'd have to ask him for the incense. And the goats too, I figure.

[She goes to turn the heat on for a while, still a little chill from the rain.]

You want to finish off that wine?

Point. [So there goes that plan. The Admiral would probably give him firebreathing, cannibal goats anyway.]

Yes I do. Or, you know, make an attempt to, anyway. [So he's readjusting the towel and heading over to pour more of it and maybe get settled on the couch.]

[By the time he's gotten to reclaiming the bottle, she's replaced the cups with actual glasses because come on, they're indoors now. But once that's settled she joins him on the couch, tucking her legs under her body.]

Any more trouble in the next few hours, I'm just going to go out and kick its ass and bundle it in Zero for the night and come right back here. I don't care what it is. We can worry about it in the morning.

[Don't judge him and his weird habits. But okay, couch, decent wine - not that Dick could really tell the difference between this and something out of a box, but - and hanging out with a friend he liked was pretty much perfect.

And hopefully the Admiral wouldn't bring the roof down on top of them or something to continue to mess around with this first non-coerced date.

Dick lifts his glass, smirking a little.]

I'll drink to that. [Because seriously, can we have a night where no one else dies? Please?]

[She smiles and touches the rim of her glass against his before taking a sip.]

So when did you last do this? Non-coerced dating, I mean. I need to know how rusty I am by comparison.

[Implication: Extremely.]

Ummm... [He needs a moment to think about it, because sigh math.] Well, I've been here for a year and eight months, I took a sabbatical for about a year after the universe almost ended, and I think the last date I went on was about... six or seven months before that? So maybe a little over three years.

[Which is depressing to say out loud.] How about you?

[Mental arithmetic pause.]

If we're taking pity on me and counting dates that got interrupted a half-hour in, about six months. If we're not, more like....six, seven years. If we're not counting dates that ended when my date tried to kill me, definitely seven years.

[... Wow. That is a long, long time.]

Well, I promise I'm not going to try to kill you. What kind of people have you been dating?

Recently? Other cops.

Historically, uh. [She fidgets and sips her wine.] I told you about Ken Irons, right?

[Yeah, she dated AU Lex Luthor, what of it.]

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