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OH MY GOD IT'S FUCKING HAPPENING

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Well, I suppose all we can do is hope for the best.

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I'd suggest preparing for the worst as well, though I may not be the most neutral on the topic; the last time I tried hoping for the best with this sort of thing, they pulled this on me.

[She is a bit surprised by the presence of this stranger, she does feel what he feels.]

"I'm sorry. That...must be incredibly painful..."

[There is a small pause as she looks away.]

"Not to be rude, but...who are you? And how much do you know about me?"

It's... made the past few days rough; I'm just hoping it's a misinterpretation, or that it's not too late to change it if it is accurate. [After all, filming hasn't started yet, and you'd think it would be obvious that killing a major character with fifty years of history is a bad idea.]

Sorry; I suppose I should have introduced myself. I'm Dr. Henry Pym, a biologist. [Among many other scientific disciplines; he's also a former member of the Avengers in his universe, but he sees no point in bringing that up.] By my understanding, your husband's a cryogenics researcher, and he's trying to find a cure for a disease that you have, yes? That's all my mundane is telling me on the subject.

[It's always a pleasure to meet a fellow scientist and today is no different. She holds out her arm for a handshake.]

"Well, your mun was partially right. I'm Dr. Nora Fries, Victor's scientific and romantic partner. I was cured of my illness recently."

[Thanks to Victor, but she doesn't say that out loud.]

Well, my mundane's attention is caught more than on my grand reveal.

This should be interesting. In a... one-rogue-distantly-observing-another kind of way.

[Nora smiles when she recognizes who said that.]

Let's hope it's interesting in a good way, Detective Nygma.

That does of course depend on what you mean by 'good'. But I may as well cross my fingers.

[ He's trying to be polite, at least. Their last encounter went about as well as anything does for him, which must count for something. ]

I want Victor and I to be shown as we were before the accident, of course. And thank you.

[The last time they met was surreal. Not in a bad way, just that they were able to a conversation that was so ordinary and mundane that it felt slightly out of place. But she wouldn't change it for anything and she's happy that he's being as polite as he can let him self be.]

Considering how early this story is taking place, I would think that would be the only acceptable option. I know my mundane is hoping very much that you'll be in it - unlike certain takes on Victor's story I could name.

You know how it is. Everyone thinks they're God's gift to reinvention.

[She lets out a small laugh at that fact.]

That is true. Especially with "God's gift to reinvention."

Then again, reinvention was what spawned you. So I suppose there are some small wonders.

[ He says it like an insult! But... the actual wording of it is complimentary. Considering how their last conversation went, she should be able to tell which he means, right...? ~~He hopes so.~~ ]

If nothing else, this conversation is rekindling my mundane's interest in the series. So far it's been little other than a few minor disappointments in casting, but time will tell.

[She pretends to squint at him judgmentally, but then it's only a few seconds before she full-on laughs again.]

Thanks for the compliment. And maybe time might tell something good about you if not me.

[ Oh, good. ~~He tries not to look too relieved.~~ ]

Oh, please. Like everyone isn't lining up to make my entire life a series of pitfalls. I swear, if I hear one word about minotaurs, framings, or explosions going off in my face, I'm suing this show for all it's worth.

...Though that reminds me. Your husband and I had one thing in common where I'm from, Mrs. Fries: our bosses were avaricious blockheads. [ He looks a little smug. Another thing they had in common: they both got revenge. ...Sort of. Ish. ~~He's counting it.~~ ]

[She giggles at the comment again.]

And then there was that bit about dogs with lasers in Arkham City.

And don't even get me started on Boyle. "Avaricious blockhead" is just the tip of the horrifying iceberg.

We don't talk of the events of Arkham City. How completely embarrassing. [ He likes to think what happened to that Riddler would never happen to him but ha ha ha, ha ha. Ha. ]

...Didn't take you for the ice pun type.

[She shrugs her shoulders.]

All I'm saying is that it could happen. And you're not the only one with a lot of embarassing portrayals on their plate.

[His comment about the ice puns, however, has her smirking.]

My husband works in cryogenics. Ice puns are going to be inevitable. I don't make them too often, though.

No, I'm very aware of that. Though considering I'm still favouring the purple and green combination, maybe I don't have room to talk.

[ He is so out of his depth right now. 'Friendly' isn't a type of conversation he has often. But it's... not exactly bad, as he's finding out. ]

Honestly in your situation it would take all of my self-control not to simply start a novelty icecube tray collection just to get on everyone's last nerve.

[It's a refreshing change of pace to have these types of conversations. Friendly, light-hearted. The possibility for any sort of friendship to develop between these two would be difficult, even with Detective Nygma's reformation, but it still doesn't look impossible.

But she isn't particularly desperate or in need of his friendship at the moment. And if they only relations they have between each other are as two people who frequently have friendly conversations, then so be it.

His icecube tray idea has her full-on laughing to the point that there are actually tears in her eyes.]

What and you'd some how make an ice cube sculpture of Mockridge's head just to smash it in satisfied glee?

[Aaaaand cue more laughter.]

Sorry, but I actually find the idea quite funny.

[ He twitches a bit at that name, then looks insanely satisfied. ]

Actually, I might just do that anyway. Perhaps Quinn will let me borrow her hammer. I'll tell her it's for a good cause.

Normally I'd rather work around something intellectually, but let me tell you, this has potential. Never again allow me to claim physical therapy doesn't work.

[Face, meet palm. You've just given him an idea that he's going to carry out now. Dammit.]

You do realize that was just a joke, right?

I wouldn't want you to get into trouble with the law. Again.

[ pause. ] Do you really think someone would be upset?

...Maybe if I did it in public. Giant ice sculpture of Mockridge, have his head knocked off with some plastic explosive... ha!

[ He clears his throat and tries not to look too excited. okay. calming down now. ]

...No, I suppose I should be over that by now. Mockridge already got his comeuppance. I hear he still has trouble sleeping. [ best not to ask how he heard about that, considering they obviously don't talk. ] ...And anyway it's too heavy-handed.

[She sighs a little in relief, but her tone does soften just a touch.]

You don't have to be over it. You just have to accept there's no changing what happened and trying to humiliate the man even further isn't going to work. Easier said than done, and I know it a little too well.

[ He bristles, but somehow he can't find anything to say that won't ruin everything.

So you just get a stubborn sort of okay-whatever stare instead.

...And then he looks away and sticks his non-cane hand in his pocket because okay, not so good with the conversation thing after all. Trying not to mess it up. :( ]

[At that, Nora can't help but feel a little guilty, especially at his hand in his pocket. She goes silent for a few moments too, and when she does speak again, her voice is considerably gentle and soft.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scratch open an old wound. And I shouldn't have brought him up.

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[ He risks a dubious glance up at her, immediately regrets it upon seeing the look she's giving him, and shakes his head. The hand comes back out of his pocket to wave dismissively. ]

I always have a lot on my mind.

I doubt you could make anything worse. I also doubt you'd try. [ he is maybe a little surprised he's readily admitting that last part, but that's for him to know. ] Consider it icewater under the bridge.

[She is mostly quiet while he speaks, perking up a little when he mentions doubt that she'd even try to make things worse. She does chuckle a little at the icewater pun though.]

Thanks.

And I guess you aren't above ice puns after all.

What can I say? They don't call me a master of wordplay for nothing. [ eddie who actually does call you that. ]

I worked a few puns into my routine here and there. When it was convenient.

[ He means when it was funny. For him. ]

[She giggles a little more, some of the sadness lifting]

No-one says you can't make a few puns every now and again, routine or no routine.

Is this your attempt at getting me to loosen up?

It was more of a comment than anything, really.

[ He looks a tiny bit defeated. ]

I wouldn't be making death threats if it was, you know.

[At this point, she doesn't feel too much of a need to hide it anymore]

I did want to cheer you up a little. I wasn't too sure how you'd take it.

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No one is. That's the wonderful thing about being an ex-rogue, everyone thinks you're going to wave a volatile hand and blow up their house if they crack wise.

[ He laughs, half-heartedly, and after a moment's awkward hesitation he fiddles with his cane. There's a heavy little click, and then two bullets fall into his hand. He deposits them in his pocket and waggles the cane pointedly. ]

Better?

[Again, more guilt at assuming he's hurt her for trying to cheer him up. She does feel relief when he removes the bullets from his cane though, and nods her head with a tiny smile.]

Yes, better.

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Good. Maybe I should have done that first. Maybe you already heard: I'm not known for being casual. [ What he means is laid-back. But that's a non-issue now, right? ]

Then again, neither is Victor. You seem to be one of those people who isn't deterred by a [ smirk ] cold shoulder.

[She giggles at the pun again, her spirits lifted.]

Yes, I already heard that. And yes, I am not deterred by cold shoulders.

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Not for the first time, I'm wishing I'd done a little more research on that husband of yours. Our paths simply never crossed.

[She smiles contentedly.]

Well, at least our paths have crossed now. "Better late than never", or so they say.

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