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Harley was sleeping very soundly next to Ivy, and Ivy was sleeping very soundly next to her. But even if they were sleeping very, very lightly they wouldn’t have heard Bruce as he entered the room. His footfalls were absolutely silent, blending into the whispering sounds of the pipes, the air conditioning, their own breathing. He went to the two women and gently uncorked the vial in his hand. In a moment, its liquid contents had reacted with the oxygen in the room, creating a colorless gas. Bruce kept it well away from his face, even with his breath-mask securely affixed. He dosed Ivy first. Her gentle snoring stopped, her REM dwindling to nothingness; her already sound sleep becoming something deep and dreamless. Then he did the same to Harley. She was absolutely insensate as he corked the vial once more, replaced in his pocket, and picked up Harley as easily as he would a sack of grain. Ivy hogged the covers more tightly, suddenly feeling a little cold.