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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 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.]

[Well excuse him as he almost chokes on his wine a little bit, because he wasn't expecting that.]

You were dating him? Yikes. That must have been... awkward.

'Awkward' is the short version. The long version is that he spent the weeks after I got the Witchblade stalking me, sending his goons after me so he could 'rescue' me, and then being a perfect gentleman. By the time I realized what he actually wanted from me, I was so dependent on the asshole I was just about ready to let him have it.

[That got more personal than intended. She'll blame the wine, even though they both know she patently can't.]

So....that was why I went on sabbatical for a while. And why I don't date over my pay grade any more.

[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.

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