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WHO: Selina and Bruce
WHERE: Selina's apartment
WHEN: Friday evening before everyone gets kiddified
SUMMARY: Selina finds a copy of a certain movie with a certain ex of hers and decides to give it a watch. Bruce stops by while she's watching.
WARNINGS: Possible angst and definite spoilers for Casino Royale
FORMAT: Whatever
It had taken some searching of old conversations. Maybe it had only been weeks here, but for her it had been more like a year. But she'd finally found that movie that Kurt had recommended she watch. The Princess Bride. A comedy.
Maybe not the best choice after the whole mess with the Ren Faire. But yet another friend had been Ported out. Lassiter had been her for almost as long as she could remember. He'd helped her get Ramus properly licensed, which had made things a lot easier despite her utter disregard for the system. She'd liked him, for all he was a cop.
So yeah, a comedy seemed the right choice right now, rare as it was for her to actually sit down and watch a movie.
She'd gone down to a small video store not too far from her place. One she'd never actually been in, and it looked like they were going out of business. She was searching for the comedy section when a familiar-looking face caught her attention from the cover of a case on the endcap.
It was James.
She snapped up the disc case. Yes, it was definitely him. Hard not to recognize a guy you'd slept with for a few months. Plus it said "Ian Fleming's James Bond" right there up at the top. 007. She flipped it over and caught a glimpse of a woman she was pretty sure was Vesper. Herd to tell with the small picture. But sure enough, the little blurb on the back mentioned her by name.
She figured he'd probably been Ported out when she'd lost touch with him after the whole faking his death stunt. But still, holding the movie in her hand cut a little deeper than she would have expected.
The Princess Bride was forgotten. Twenty minutes later, she was back in her apartment, watching black and white grainy images of an all-too-familiar face. And several she didn't know. The menu music faded out and started over. It sounded appropriate to her somehow, not that she'd ever really thought about anyone she knew having theme music.
James' life, which he'd tried so hard to avoid discussing. Splashed up on her big-screen TV for less than $10 with the closeout sale.
She only hesitated a moment longer before hitting play.
WHERE: Selina's apartment
WHEN: Friday evening before everyone gets kiddified
SUMMARY: Selina finds a copy of a certain movie with a certain ex of hers and decides to give it a watch. Bruce stops by while she's watching.
WARNINGS: Possible angst and definite spoilers for Casino Royale
FORMAT: Whatever
It had taken some searching of old conversations. Maybe it had only been weeks here, but for her it had been more like a year. But she'd finally found that movie that Kurt had recommended she watch. The Princess Bride. A comedy.
Maybe not the best choice after the whole mess with the Ren Faire. But yet another friend had been Ported out. Lassiter had been her for almost as long as she could remember. He'd helped her get Ramus properly licensed, which had made things a lot easier despite her utter disregard for the system. She'd liked him, for all he was a cop.
So yeah, a comedy seemed the right choice right now, rare as it was for her to actually sit down and watch a movie.
She'd gone down to a small video store not too far from her place. One she'd never actually been in, and it looked like they were going out of business. She was searching for the comedy section when a familiar-looking face caught her attention from the cover of a case on the endcap.
It was James.
She snapped up the disc case. Yes, it was definitely him. Hard not to recognize a guy you'd slept with for a few months. Plus it said "Ian Fleming's James Bond" right there up at the top. 007. She flipped it over and caught a glimpse of a woman she was pretty sure was Vesper. Herd to tell with the small picture. But sure enough, the little blurb on the back mentioned her by name.
She figured he'd probably been Ported out when she'd lost touch with him after the whole faking his death stunt. But still, holding the movie in her hand cut a little deeper than she would have expected.
The Princess Bride was forgotten. Twenty minutes later, she was back in her apartment, watching black and white grainy images of an all-too-familiar face. And several she didn't know. The menu music faded out and started over. It sounded appropriate to her somehow, not that she'd ever really thought about anyone she knew having theme music.
James' life, which he'd tried so hard to avoid discussing. Splashed up on her big-screen TV for less than $10 with the closeout sale.
She only hesitated a moment longer before hitting play.
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Eventually he came and stood quietly against the door frame, one hand pushing unkempt cowl-hear from his face. He'd already noticed what she was watching when he came in.
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But when things had picked up with a case scene across rooftops and through a construction site, she had to smile a bit. That was, after all, how she and James had met in the first place.
But the time Bruce joined her, there was another chase scene going on, this time through an airport in Miami. Strange to see. She'd been there before, in her home reality.
"I think I have some popcorn," she said quietly, glancing back. The weirdness of her viewing material was probably written on her face. It was disconcerting to know someone could pick up your life in a retail shop when you weren't here.
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The silver screen Bond was decisive and relentless; brooding, a silent predator. What did she ever see in him? "Doesn't strike me as a popcorn movie," Bruce remarked. It might have been were an ex-boyfriend not featured so prominently.
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"I thought popcorn and explosions went hand in hand." And there went another explosion on-screen. The bomber caught by his own handiwork and Bond grinning like a bloodstained maniac.
Selina was glancing back at Bruce, though. Sliding over to make room for him on the couch. "I hope you're not just going to stand there all night." Maybe he hadn't liked the man, and maybe he didn't realize that for Selina, it had been almost eighteen months. But surely this cross-dimensional weirdness had to be of interest to him.
That was how Selina was trying to look at it, at least.
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"I thought that I might be intruding." He gave enough pause to dissuade the idea that he did anything simply because she told him so - honest - before gliding over to sit beside her.
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It wasn't too long before another familiar face made her way onto the screen. Vesper. Confident and full of sharp barbs, such a studied contrast to the woman she'd met. She had to chuckle at the way Vesper was quick to put James in his place.
"How's the cat doing?" she asked Bruce, lest he feel he was stuck there watching someone else's inside jokes.
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As the movie progresses he finds his attention divided between Selina's reactions to it and the plot, failing not to measure it by how he would have done things differently.
"We're still working on a more tasteful name. Nothing's taken with her so far," he said with a wry cant of the mouth.
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No, too many bad jokes there. Damn him.
Selina viewed the movie with an odd mix of how she would have done things differently and contrasting the James on screen with the man she knew. She didn't offer much in the way of a reaction for Bruce to take in, at least until Vesper was a broken-down mess in the shower. That got a rather disgusted curl of her lip. So much for a strong woman and that famed British stoicism.
But James comforting her, that softened her expression a bit. She'd seen hints of that side of him. But never quite like that.
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As odd as Batman watching the Princess Bride might seem, Bruce would have been more agreeable to Wesley and Vizzini's battle of wits over iocane powder. It was entirely possible that had her ex-boyfriend been the Dread Pirate Roberts, he and the Caped Crusader might have got along rather well. Obviously it was a Zorro thing...
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She was quiet through the rest of the card game, though the reveal of the extremely unlikely hand did get a bit of an eyeroll. Really. The reveal of the traitor similarly got an eyebrow. But only because she knew better.
But the car racing down the road, Vesper revealed in the headlights? That got an audible gasp from her. Because those idiot Russians had done the same thing to her. Helena left in the street.
Her stolen police car hadn't flipped quite that many times, though. And she had been able to walk away rather than being dragged.
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He doesn't quite wince empathetically with Bond. Not quite, but close.
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And then the bad guy was killed and there was a lovely hospital (she wouldn't hate them so much if they all looked like that) and everything seemed set for a happily ever after. She leaned a bit closer to Bruce because she knew the worst was yet to come.
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But Bruce refrained from commenting glibly, because being betrayed by women that he had allowed to get too close was familiar to Bruce. Instead, he snugly held against himself the woman in whom he had always had faith, if not always trust.
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She couldn't help hissing through her teeth when the woman on screen hit a lever that dumped the elevator car she was trapped in deep into the rising water. "Idiot." And not just because Selina herself had severe dislike of drowning. She'd always had disdain for people who took the easy way out, like her parents.
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With the movie over he shifted to alleviate some of the stiffness in his limbs and asked, "Satisfied?"
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"Weird to think there's people here who've watched movies with us too." Although those might not be as accurate. Selina had been told she was blond in them, after all.