Iron-y

I need an Iron Man icon.

So yesterday I spent all day in box reading the latest Jack Reacher, Bad Luck And Trouble. And there's some politics creeping in. Not much, not even anything I disagree with... animal rights good, illegally selling firearms bad... but tread careful Lee Child. Don't turn into the next Ayn Rand or, worse, Terry Goodkind. Usually I wouldn't say anything, but you made the guy who wasn't willing to sell illegal firearms nice and handsome, while the guy who was willing was his evil, twin. Literally. All that was missing was his goatee.

Also, I'll be working twelve hours box tomorrow due to Iron Man opening insanely early. Meaning that Starkdickery has finally breached into our world. It's like Last Action Hero, only actually good.

Fic: Her Finest Work (Batman)

Title: Her Finest Work
Fandom: Batman
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Harley/Ivy
Word Count: 465
Summary: What no one grasped was that plants lived a long time. Redwoods could live for hundreds of years. Next to them, a human lifespan was nothing at all.

( The roses were coming in nicely. They had grown from the soil with deep roots, down all the way to the coffinwood. And like barbed wire, like poison ivy they circled the headstone to let all know to keep their distance. It was well-tended, too. Pamela visited every day to water them, and talk to them, and sometimes just feel the texture of their vibrant bulbs and pretend it was a warm cheek, a belly, a wrist, an expanse of skin instead. )