Priestly's apartment, New Gotham, Monday afternoon

[lovemykilt]

It'd taken Priestly a little longer than he'd thought to get all the ingredients together. It wasn't easy getting his hands on a poison he was sure was going to work and not just make Dinah sick. He finally found a stock of old fashioned rat poison at a shop down by the Narrows, which was sitting in a paper bag on the counter next to the rest of

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Mark wandered in, bundled up tight against the cold. He pulled his scarf down off his face and gave a rare smile. "Oh hey, cookies!" He reached out to swipe a bit of dough from the bowl. "One of the few ways past my thick, cynical armor!"

[lovemykilt]

"NO!" Priestly bellowed, swatting Mark's hand away with the back of his hand. "These cookies are for Dinah only!"

[hatesthekilt]

"Woah." Mark snatched his hands away. "You're . . . being even weirder than normal."

"What's going on out here?" Tia leaned in from the hallway to the bedrooms. "Some of us are trying to get some work done."

"Priestly's making cookies and won't let me have any," Mark whined.

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"They're for Dinah!" Priestly repeated, eyes a little too wide. He wasn't supposed to poison his roommates! "They're her special cookies!"