AU ; George Stacy

[amutantingotham]

[She's nervous to be here. Nervous because she knows what she needs to do, and does think she might actually enjoy it -- but because the idea of actually betraying someone she's come to pity, come to like -- is a little daunting.

The actual betraying will come later, of course, as right now she's just going to be getting the blackmail material.

She takes a breath and knocks on his door, putting on a face that's a little more distressed than she really is.]

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[500men]

[His shirt's open and his pants are down. It's a compromising position.

George for his part is lying back against the pillows of the old worn couch, hands in her hair.]

You are really good at this.

[amutantingotham]

[She just manages a small smile, hazarding a glance up to him. Just a small one, before her mouth is venturing lower. Nothing completely inappropriate yet, but her lips are against his hip bone.

This is more than enough. She knows that much, knows it.

She reminds herself he'd never accept her the way she really is. Some small part of her wants to think that he would, and now that's all she can think about.

Damn.]

Better than you know.

[And she draws back now, looking for all intents and purposes like she's just ... having second thoughts. She is, but probably not for the reasons he's going to think.]

[500men]

[He notices her hesitation.] You okay?

[amutantingotham]

...no, not really.

[More honesty, and she's losing her nerve. Going all the way would be a better, more secure bit of blackmail -- but that seems unnecessarily cruel.

She draws back enough to pick up her jacket in a smooth motion, pull it on hastily.]

I should go. I'll -- figure something out.

[500men]

[And now he's the one who's hot and bothered]

...Jennifer..it-

[How compromised is he?] ...Yeah okay.

[Is there a nasty bite to his tone? Yes there is.]

[amutantingotham]

I'm sorry, George.

[She shakes her head, flustered, and when she looks down she can feel her composure slipping.]

Really sorry.

[The pictures show up on his desk the next day, menacing block letters on the back of the high-resolution photographs.

NOT THE BEST FACE TO SHOW THE PUBLIC, MR. STACY.

WE'RE WATCHING YOU.

Jennifer doesn't show up for work that day, nor the next. ]