Bryce Wayne / Tweaked Nolanverse / that bar

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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.

[calendarofcrime]

She shakes the offered hand firmly.

"I am still tempted to break it," she adds, glancing at the bag. "But it would be impolite. On the other hand, perhaps then they would fix the chain."

[gothamsheiress]

"If you don't, someone will eventually. You ought to at least warn somebody."

[calendarofcrime]

"I take your point. Hmm. Are you done with it?"

[gothamsheiress]

She blinks, shrugs, and takes a step back.

"Sure."

[calendarofcrime]

Sherlock studies the bag for a moment longer; then she moves. Quickly and precisely, she places a series of blows that spin the chain against the curve of the twisted link; when it starts to unwind with a rattling groan, she steps back, and at precisely the right moment gives it a kick.

The link splits; the bag thumps to the ground on its side a few feet away.

"That," she says, grinning abruptly, "was unexpectedly fun."

[gothamsheiress]

Bryce waves a hand in front of her face, amused, dispelling the dust kicked up by the impact.

"That was a really badly designed bag."

[calendarofcrime]

She laughs. "I don't deny it."

[gothamsheiress]

"But that was a hell of a kick, too," she concedes.

[calendarofcrime]

"And that, yes."

[gothamsheiress]

"So what do you do? Karate or something?"

[calendarofcrime]

"Or something," Sherlock agrees. "'Or everything' might be more accurate."

[gothamsheiress]

Her eyebrows go up again.

"Like, mixed martial arts?"

[calendarofcrime]

"If you like. I pick up whatever I can."

[gothamsheiress]

"Well, it works for you."

[calendarofcrime]

She cocks her head, studying Bryce thoughtfully for a moment.