Rearrange the Rosies

Dec 21, 2011 02:00

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 ( Read more... )

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timetoplaynow December 21 2011, 10:07:06 UTC
And soon enough, Jonny arrives, carefully holding a cardboard box filled with Crane's makeshift lab equipment, a small suitcase by his side. He's quite excited, really, to be moving in with Ivy. He's never felt quite as safe and protected as he does here, and Ivy's been so kind to him.

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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herbalpoison December 21 2011, 10:11:14 UTC
The knock has a smile lighting her face before she even notices, and she gets up, moving to the door. She's about to throw it open when she realizes she's not sure which one of them is going to be standing there waiting.

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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timetoplaynow December 21 2011, 10:17:24 UTC
Jon bounces happily and hugs Ivy tight, nuzzling against her neck. "You invited me here, of course I'm here," he says, as though she's being quite silly. "Dr. Crane doesn't like physical work, so I brought our things. He made me promise to be very careful, and I was. Not one thing broke on the way here. I got to take a cab!"

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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herbalpoison December 21 2011, 10:23:05 UTC
She saw the act for what it was, Crane's way of assuring her that he meant to keep up his end of the bargain; lobbing the ball of responsibility into her court. Smiling, she slid her hands through Jon's hair, turning and giving him a kiss on the cheek before letting him go. She bent and picked up the box, careful of the contents; her own olive branch as she hustled Jon in and took the box and its fragile contents into the room she'd set up as 'Crane's Work Room'.

"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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