Bryce Wayne / Tweaked Nolanverse / that bar

[mm_adiva]

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[calendarofcrime]

The woman who steps into the gym looks a little familiar, and then again she doesn't. She is wearing grey sweatpants and a white tank top over a white sports bra; as the door closes behind her, she stands near it with her hands folded and watches Bryce.

[gothamsheiress]

The moment she hears the door open, Bryce starts pulling her punches. She's still light on her feet, and fast, and obviously fit, but the way she hits the bag suggests less violence.

[calendarofcrime]

Sherlock stands quite motionless as she observes this.

[gothamsheiress]

Motionless -- silent.

Interesting.

She stops after a minute, catching her breath, and wipes sweat off her forehead.

[calendarofcrime]

Sherlock takes the opportunity to cross the room, walking along the wall, and give the bag a critical look from closer up. She still doesn't speak to Bryce.

[gothamsheiress]

"--You're not Tony," Bryce realizes, faintly surprised.

[calendarofcrime]

"I'm not," she agrees. "Sherlock Holmes, pleasure to make your acquaintance. I was hoping they had replaced it since last time." She nods at the bag. "I can't work with it like this."

[gothamsheiress]

"What's wrong with it?"

[calendarofcrime]

"All I see when I look at it," a terrible oversimplification but it will have to do, "is how easily I could snap the chain. It's distracting."

[gothamsheiress]

Bryce's eyebrows go up; she glances from the other woman to the chain and back again.

"What on earth do you want them to replace it with?"

[calendarofcrime]

"One that isn't partly broken already-d'you see how the top link is twisted slightly? Someone with superhuman strength was not paying sufficient attention, I expect. It's all right for most purposes, but I'd be too tempted."

[gothamsheiress]

". . . Huh. Slipped right by me," Bryce admits.

[calendarofcrime]

"It would slip by most people, I imagine. How do you know Tony?"

[gothamsheiress]

"We met here . . ." She frowns, calculating. "A few weeks ago, for me, I think. You must be her sister?"

[calendarofcrime]

"I suppose I must," Sherlock says wryly.

[gothamsheiress]

Bryce laughs, still a little out of breath, and holds out one wrapped hand.

"I'm Bryce."