Roberta Bryce Wayne / slightly tweaked Nolanverse, Batman Begins-ish / barway

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[dangerousbotany]

When Pamela Isley only narrowly escaped death in the terrible, horrible lab accident that mysteriously took the life of her dear mentor Jason Woodrue ... well, let's just say a few crocodile tears were shed. Academic politics more or less demanded that she exhibit some grief.

Rumors can be so toxic.

Now she's got bigger fish to fry, however, which doesn't preclude her slipping off occasionally to this charming interdimensional getaway.

"There's been some scientific skepticism about the supposed benefits of green tea."

[dangerousbotany]

A flick of an up-and-down takes in the outfit.

"What do you do?"

Look at that. There wasn't even a disparaging pause before 'do.'

[gothamsheiress]

Shit. Think fast.

"Kickboxing." She smiles widely. "It's amazing for cardio."

[dangerousbotany]

Ivy snorts. "Really."

She's not suspicious, this is just her normal reaction to kickboxing.

[gothamsheiress]

"Yeah, it's great. And you get a real rush from it, you know?"

[dangerousbotany]

"Mmmm, I wouldn't, no."

She wrinkles her nose, elbows still on the counter.

"I'm not a huge workout girl. I do love long walks."

Through wrist thick kudzu vines.

[gothamsheiress]

Those elevator eyes Pamela gave her a minute ago? Bryce returns the favor.

"How do you stay in such good shape?"

[dangerousbotany]

She smiles sweetly.

"Just biology, I guess."

[gothamsheiress]

"Lucky you."

[dangerousbotany]

"Oh, yes."

Ivy pauses.

It's somewhat refreshing to meet people she doesn't have an overpowering urge to turn into fertilizer.

"I'm Pamela," she offers, which is technically the truth.

(Pamela Isley died in a series of chemical experiments. Conveniently, she left behind the name and the credit score.)

[gothamsheiress]

Bryce holds out a hand, warm from her tea and calloused from God knows how many sword fights and push-ups and rough climbs.

"Roberta Bryce Wayne. It's a pleasure to meet you, Pamela."

[dangerousbotany]

Ivy stops with her hand half stuck out.

The calluses, for the moment, don't even register.

"No fucking way," she says.

"You're Roberta Wayne."

[gothamsheiress]

Her eyebrows go up.

"The family name precedes me yet again."

[dangerousbotany]

"Well yes, I don't live under a rock."

Not that there's anything wrong with that; numerous hardworking lichens manage just fine.

"My God," Ivy concludes. "Well. Nice to meet you, then--"

Capitalist oppressor.

"Ms. Wayne."

[gothamsheiress]

Bryce smiles faintly.

"Will it help any if I say that Wayne Enterprises doesn't do agriculture? No," she continues before Pamela can reply, "I'm don't suppose it will."

[dangerousbotany]

"Well, can I ask you something?"