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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

After a very productive day in the cave yesterday (where he also shed any annoyances about his weekend travel), Bruce decided to take a night to readjust to a more social, friendly persona before people arrived over the weekend.

Pizza was ordered for anyone who might actually be in the dorms instead of somewhere in their home worlds, drinks were on the table, and there was some college football bowl game on (Bruce didn't care which teams were playing or who the sponsor was). Even if nobody was in the dorms tonight, at least it looked like he was making an effort, which was good enough for his purposes.

[OOC: Just in case there are people around!]

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Spending pretty much every waking moment of your break training in the gym left a girl hungry, so she followed her nose up to the common room.

She didn't spin on her heel and walk out again when she saw Bruce, but her muttered greeting wasn't exactly bright and chirpy either.

"Evening, Cara," Bruce said. Considering how she reacted the last time they talked, he really had no clue how this was going to go, so he was going to play it simple.

He wasn't lying bleeding on the floor yet, so score one for Cara's impulse control.

"How was your break?" she asked, with as much casualness as she could manage. Just ignore the tension on her back or the way she was keeping him in her field of vision as she picked out a slice of pizza.

Like she could do that to him.

"Not bad so far," Bruce said. "My trip home got a little crazy, but that's Christmas for you." Of course, his trip home wasn't intended to get him to Gotham and then took him even farther away than he did intend, but that was becoming par for the course. "How about you?"

Cara's backhand was known and feared in Mord'Sith temples across D'Hara, Bruce would never even see it coming.

"Like usual I stayed here and trained." She'd even picked up an hour or two of sleep here and there.

Suuuuure he wouldn't.

"Sounds like a good use of time," Bruce said. It wasn't sarcastic or anything. He truly believed that. "Pick up anything new?"

If his narrative wasn't careful, she was going to hit him just to prove a point.

He might have been sincere, but Cara was having trouble trusting in that right now, so she eyed him warily before replying. "Not really." Unless you counted bruised and scraped knuckles from hitting the bag too hard too many times.

And he would block it. Mwahaha.

"Fair enough," Bruce said. "Hopefully you at least got some good workouts in."

Just keep telling yourself that, Bruce.

"As well can be expected without a suitable partner." If she made it sound like an innuendo well, it was that or actually admit she'd been lonely.

"Are you in the market for one?" Bruce asked.

Bruce didn't need all that personal space, did he?

"Only if they're capable of keeping up with me."

"I'd volunteer my services, but the last time we trained together, it ended a little... awkwardly," Bruce mentioned, largely to see what the reaction would be.

Cara's voice dropped to something almost resembling a purr. "I can assure you that's not going to be a problem."

"Oh, really?" Bruce asked. "Why is that?"

Bruce had never known Cara to be this... 'aggressively affectionate' was going to have to do. Don't mind him if he shifted positions on the couch slightly to help him block an attack if one were coming.

Sue him for being suspicious.

That's because Cara had never actively turned her 'affections' on him before, and frankly, this could be considered relatively subtle for her.

"We're not in the gym, for one." For another she was angry and hurt enough (and okay, lonely) that any concerns about using him weren't really that much of a deterrent right now

Basically, Bruce was completely right to expect an attack, just wrong about what kind she was planning.

"This is still a little too public for a good workout," Bruce said. "Even if it is just us here right now."

Cara shifted closer to him. "I'm sure you can think of somewhere suitable." And if he missed her point and suggested the gym, she really was going to hit him.

"Chuck is probably in my dorm right now. I'd rather not have to kick him out," Bruce said. Chuck was too good about not asking questions. He deserved not getting sexiled. "So it's either yours or the nearest empty room."

If she preferred the latter, Bruce kept a mental list of what rooms were open, and a few sets of lock picks hidden in his clothes at all times.

Much as Cara would have been impressed by that level of preparedness, she also knew the value of a home ground advantage.

"Mine will do," she said as she moved to grab a fistful of his shirt and yank him towards her. Just in case there was any confusion about what she had planned (plus she was just kind of toppy like that).

In the back of his head, he was ready to defend against a chokehold. The front of his head used the momentum of the yank to go in for a kiss. Test the waters, give her a few moments to reconsider if she wanted to.

Have some fun, too.

Cara wasn't interested in a chokehold (even if she'd been going for the bait and switch that would have been too obvious a move) or reconsidering.

She was far more focused on returning the kiss, with interest, reaching to cup his face and to keep it where she wanted it.

After enjoying that for a little bit, Bruce pulled back and asked, "You're downstairs, right?"

"Unless the fourth floor moved when we weren't looking." Not that that was entirely out of the realm of possibility in this place.

If she was eyeing him like she was calculating just how much leverage she'd need to sling him over her shoulder and carry him there...the thought had crossed her mind.

Bruce was pretty sure he knew what that look meant. He wasn't going to be carried. Instead, he reached for her hand and started to lead Cara toward the stairs. It was either that or throw her over his shoulder first, something which he didn't think she'd be happy with. Or that she might be a little too happy with, which he figured was better saved until they were in the room.

She might appreciate the attempt another time, perhaps, but tonight she had plans for him. So being lead very quickly turned to attempting to bodily drag Bruce to her room as soon as humanly possible.

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