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[anewlanguage]

[Cain is aware what day it is and, as you probably guessed, he's drunk. Plastered. In the garden, twirling a ripped-off stick deftly between his fingers. He only slips at the end when he's meant to catch it.

He sings, too, as he's wont to do.]

...but I've still got my health, so what do I care?
My best friend, alas, is a glass solitaire,
but I still got my health, so what do I care?

By fashion and foppery, I'm never discussed.
Attending the opry, my box would be a bust....


[ooc: feel free to catch him in the gardens, the halls, wherever. I'm not bothering with much continuity, it's a free for all.]

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[halftheman]

You're not the usual mulch.

[ Harv came here, looking for Ivy. He didn't expect to find a drunk assassin stupid enough to be in her gardens. ]

[anewlanguage]

'Course not. I salt and burn the earth. Tradition.

[He hardly looks at Harvey, except with a little sneer of disgust.]

Y'must be glad the Bat went home.

[halftheman]

You don't know anything about me, saying that. [ He takes his coin out, thumb running over its scars ] Shouldn't you find someplace else to stink up?

[anewlanguage]

[Cain feigns taking that seriously.] Mmmm...nope. You wanna barge in, you can mosey on back out if my company offends you.

[halftheman]

[ The coin flies; he catches it in a smooth motion, and then looks st his palm. ]

Huh. Finally broke the streak. Gotta admit, I'm glad it's you.

[ He pockets the coin, advancing on Cain with new purpose. ]

[anewlanguage]

[Cain lets him get close, and then lashes out--fast as Harvey has trained with--to crack the scarred side of the man's head.]

[halftheman]

[ He's ready-- worse, he's excited for it. Two-Face is like a dog's been straining at a leash, snapping and snarling and finally, someone has let him loose. The frantic joy he takes in entering combat to hurt someone for no good reason cannot be underestimated. ]

[ So when Cain comes at him, Batman fast, he reacts the same, arm up to block before his other hand comes in to try and find a kidney to pop. ]

[anewlanguage]

[Cain, on the other hand, is as focused as Batman is on the field--except he is much, much colder. There might be a sneer but the sneer is just a practiced expression. It helps disguise his body language. He drops down fast, taking Two-Face's blow in the shoulder, and using the momentum to twist himself. He's going to try to break one of Two-Face's knees instead.]


[ooc: taser time?]

[halftheman]

[ taser time! ]

[ Two-Face is fond of having matching knees. The twist isn't graceful, but it means he takes the blow in the meat of his thigh (gonna leave a bruise and goddamn, nuts will will probably swell, ow) but it keeps his bone from being shattered. ]

[ It doesn't keep him from ending up on his ass, though. ]

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[routemistress]

[Iris had only been gone long enough to have a pee, and this is ridiculous.

...And also glorious. She's already reaching for her staser, and if she hesitates it's very nearly unnoticeable; a split second in which Iris silently cheers, although her decision's already made. Cain is dangerously drunk, the other man dangerously... something, and it's important not to drop Dean's ball for him while he's gone. Important enough not to wait and watch the show, tempted as she is.

She flicks the control to a broad beam, and fires from the hip; she's mostly aiming at Two-Face, but the intent is to catch both. Iris is a lot better at the rough stuff than she was when she first came here, but she's worlds away from being capable of wading into this barehanded. Her staser defaults to the stun setting, it ought to be sufficient to put them both down; she'll work out what to do with them afterwards.]

[anewlanguage]

[Cain goes down practically on top of Harvey, which he would have found hilarious if he'd been awake enough and sober enough to think about it.

He'll dream of killing in a hundred different ways, but none of his victims will have faces (let alone two of them on the same head).]

[routemistress]

[Iris is at least mildly amused by it. Harvey had already established himself firmly on her shitlist by being rude to Babs, and now this. It's all she can do to stop herself adding a kick or two of her own now he's down.

She doesn't. Instead, she keeps the staser trained on him, and flips her comm with the other hand.]

[private/Zack]

Can you come give me an 'and up in the gardens, Zack love?

[She'll have Cain taken to sleep it off in her room. Harvey can just stay where he is, and Iris hopes he wakes up with a cricked neck.]

[unknownsoldier]

[He sends back a quick 'sure' and then shows up a few minutes later.]