They'd come to an agreement, Crane and herself; something that had happened with far more ease than she'd expected. He'd barely put up a fuss, and he'd allowed her the time she wanted. She'd been prepared for a tantrum, a rage, or cool derision and disagreement. Something she'd been willing to meet with her own maneuvers, none of which Crane would
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Setting the box down, he knocks excitedly on the door, bouncing on his toes while he waits for Ivy to come let him in.
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Taking a small breath on the off-chance it's Crane, she opens it sedately, a refined smile in place. It widens, however, as soon as she sees the nervous energy and the smile on his face. "Jon, darling. I'm glad you're here."
Reaching out, she pulls him into a hug, arms sliding around him and holding him close.
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Crane had decided that transporting everything required a vehicle, just in case. And this way, with Jon dressed in the sort of clothes he likes (jeans and a longsleeved shirt, bundled up in a winter coat Crane had stolen off a failed test subject), without the glasses, if the cab driver asked any questions, Jon could answer honestly that no, he wasn't Dr. Crane. He was just another man in Gotham. Besides, best to put Ivy at ease and give her Jon right off. An olive branch, if you will.
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"You did wonderfully, dear. I'm sure Crane will be pleased, which I'm hoping means that tonight is our night, dearest." She'd spent her part of the day shopping for things she thought a young boy would like, and she'd brought most of them into her room, since she didn't think Crane would appreciate anything of the sort near his work.
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