The Good, The Bad & The Crackplotty

[timeto_play]

The hotel has been unbearable boring, even for Dr. Jonathan Crane. He's spent much of his time lately up in his room, tinkering away at various mixes and sprays, and now he feels they're ready to be put to use. Upon making sure the kitchen is deserted, Jon slips in to spread his wears. He adds the toxins to the majority of things people use -

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[goddamnbat]

Bruce is on his way back in from the pool. The perfect thing, he feels, would be a nice big glass of iced tea. So he heads into the kitchen, right to the fridge, and pours himself one. He doesn't feel much of a change at first, though, it'll probably kick in once he starts talking to someone.

[gothamboywonder]

Dick comes wandering into the kitchen for a glass of water, and he grins a little upon seeing Bruce. He hasn't seen his mentor since, well, The Incident, and he feels a bit guilty for his behaviour.

"Hey, Bruce," he says, going over to give Bruce a hug. "How're you?"

[goddamnbat]

Bruce promptly pulls away, fixing Dick with a very slight look. Dick, did you expect anything else? He's not huggy at the best of times.

"I'm fine," he says gruffly, and takes another drink of iced tea. "Why?"

[gothamboywonder]

Well, okay, that's not much different than most days. Dick just shrugs it off and sees the iced tea pitcher.

"What else would I ask you after not seeing you for days? -- Hey, awesome, iced tea." Pouring himself a glass, Dick doesn't really think to ask Bruce what's up. Probably secret Bat business that he doesn't want to share.

[sufferingsappho]

That's one thing about the world of men: it's not a monarchy. Which means Diana doesn't parse as a princess, which means she has to make her own food. Fine; she can handle that, she's an Amazon and a capable woman besides that.

Her late supper's simple enough fare, all raw vegetables, but her glass of water poured from the kitchen's pitcher is a little more chemically complex.

She doesn't feel the effects until she's out practicing her combat technique-- it starts off simply enough, irritation at being in this man's world with no sister Amazons except Artemis; it ends with her making an entire mental list of the male sex's deficient qualities and destructive habits while she beats the ever-loving hell out of a punching bag, not stopping until it's lying on the gym floor burst open like a piñata.

Hate men. Hate 'em all.

[goddamnbat]

Well, conveniently enough, here's one she can beat up on. He'll even fight back. Bruce is heading to the gym to go through his daily routine, and he raises an eyebrow at the burst-open punching bag, but doesn't comment. In fact, he doesn't even say hello, just gives Diana a short nod and heads to start stretching.