A room at the Arms, Sunday morning

[willbethenight]

By the time Bruce woke up, Lucrezia was gone and he felt slightly ill. That would be from the poison his beloved had given him after a night of wild passion, naturally. It was fortunate that she wasn't the type to change her poisons and that she never learned that Bruce had developed resistances to several poisons as part of his training. With that

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[mouthy_merc]

Bruce should have known better. Oh, he should have known.

But now it was too late. There was a knock at the door. "Room service." Of death

[willbethenight]

"I'll be right there!" Bruce got up out of bed and started to stagger toward the door, sickly.

As he started to open the door, a thought occurred to him. "... But I didn't order room service."

[mouthy_merc]

"No, but you ordered a healthy serving of death!" Wade informed him, lunging forward with a knife.

Oh, it was too graphic! Too graphic for television! Oh, the humanity!

[willbethenight]

Bruce tried to dodge with really horrible fight choreography. The knife came nowhere near him.

"You got me, you bastard!" Bruce said, stumbling backwards. "Why did you do that? What is this about?"