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[plundering]

Anywhere near me.

[Oh, Watson. Fiona is quiet for a moment, and then finally she sighs.]

He hit you with the poker?

[jumpthegun]

You, Solomons... other people in the area, too. [Mostly her.]

He hit me with the poker a few times, yeah. Got in some hits myself. Think I managed to slice his arm open. Probably could have just gotten him at the start, but I didn't want to kill him.





...Solomons mentioned it'd be a bad idea to kill him, and I'm agreed on that. The Joker's injured, several ways. Better not to have him come back healed up to full if he comes back.

[plundering]

Good.

[She says it a little fiercely. She's glad Watson gave back as good as he got.]

You think he'll try to come after you?

[jumpthegun]

[By god, did he try. Apparently, Joker's face and head are made of steel.]

I'd prefer he did over anyone else.

[plundering]

[Listen, John, she stayed up all night freaking out over you!]

Why? Hoping you'll lose part of the other ear and match?

[jumpthegun]

Well, I do prefer to be balanced.

[He knows she's upset.]

Look, I'll be more prepared next time, Fiona.

[plundering]

What are you planning on doing? Tying him up and dragging him around town with you?

[jumpthegun]

[It's the same question Alfie had asked him, and John doesn't have a better answer today than he did that night.]

I dunno. I... We can't just leave him to go roaming free. There's too much chance he'll run into random people and hurt them.

[plundering]

John, seriously, there's no way he'd stay in custody for long.

[jumpthegun]

We could... figure something out. Maybe a rotation for volunteers who want to help? I don't know, Fiona. I wish I had a good answer. Leaving him alone puts people in danger, capturing him puts people in danger, killing him puts people in danger. Having him corralled with limited people might have a chance of fewer casualties, at least.

[plundering]

They tried doing that with Jack, too. Didn't work.

[jumpthegun]

What d'you think we should do?

[He sounds honestly earnest, if a little frustrated.]

[plundering]

I don't think you're going to like my answer.

[jumpthegun]

Leave it alone? Avoid him and don't look back?

[Just at a guess.]

[plundering]

I don't want you to get hurt.

[jumpthegun]

I don't want everyone else to get hurt while I'm running.

[plundering]

Look, I'm not saying you have to just sit by and watch if you think he's up to something, but you can't babysit him. It isn't realistic.

[jumpthegun]

How are we supposed to protect people if there isn't someone marking his movements? Letting other people know to keep clear?

[plundering]

[She sighs, her voice turned clipped and short.]

Hey, you come up with a reasonable plan to keep track of him without getting murdered, and I'll listen to it.

[jumpthegun]

Don't suppose Rhys and Angel could rig us up a tracking device?

[It's a half-hearted suggestion.]

[plundering]

I wouldn't be surprised.

[She sighs.]

This doesn't have to be your responsibility, John. Just let Stark and Romanov handle it, if they're so eager to.

[jumpthegun]

If they get hurt, it'll be because I started something and didn't finish it, Fi. You can understand why that'd bother me, yeah?

[plundering]

Yeah, I get it.

[She just doesn't like it.]

Just... don't do anything stupid.

[jumpthegun]

That's a tall order, but I'll try.

[plundering]

Hey, you're smart. I believe in you.

[Teasing, just a little.]

You're not allowed to die on me, got it?