Issue #10

[mistconduct]

So, if anyone gives a shit, I found my warden.


Not going to lie, I'm really kind of disappointed he's not dressed like a dwarf. Seriously, how perfect would that have been?


Anyway, he doesn't remember anything, which is just fucking great, so I might have to lure him back to the Barge with a trail of snacks or whatever.

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SPAM!

[mistconduct]

Oh my god.

[Sorry, Lisbeth. He starts laughing]

Oh my god no way.

[mistconduct]

I'm looking at your poster right now.

Hah, oh my god, what the shit did you even do. This is amazing.

I'll bring it back to show you, I've already got Rorschach's.

[routemistress]

We've got some mad skills between us we never get a chance to 'ave fun with on the boat, what can I say?

[Nope, not embarrassed at all.]

'Ey, there anything about the knife throwing scam on the posters? Oooh, that were fun.

[mistconduct]

Knife-throwing scam?

You're not a warden, this is bullshit. There is no fucking way you pull knife-throwing scams and pretend to have any kind of moral high ground.

SPAM!

[dr4gontatt00]

[...She doesn't even know what to do with that, so she gives him a look that is somewhere between annoyance and confusion.]

Your quick intellect continues to amaze me.

[Seriously, Chris, she has a wasp tattoo on her neck. Rorschach figured it out on day one.]

[routemistress]

Oooh, got to go, lovey, something's come up!

Give us a shout if you need anything, right?

SPAM!

[mistconduct]

[Not even barbed digs at his intelligence can throw Chris off. He continues to laugh into his sleeve, grinning like mad]

Dude. Dude, I totally thought you were a guy, holy shit.

Why the fuck didn't you mention we knew each other! You fucking dick!

[mistconduct]

Fff, right. Right, sure, go on. I'll just be here, making sure my warden doesn't do anything retarded.

SPAM!

[dr4gontatt00]

[....What even.

Watch Lisbeth stare. Watch Lisbeth look unamused and impatiently shift on her feet. Watch, as she glances around them because his display is probably gathering more attention than she'd ever want in such a strange place.]

We should get moving. It will be dark soon.

SPAM!

[mistconduct]

Yeah. Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry.

[And against all reason and logic, Chris reaches out and playfully punches Lisbeth's shoulder, like he might if it were Cassel]

Seriously, douche move. Come on, I'll show you where I saw Rorschach.

SPAM!

[dr4gontatt00]

[..........

Chris, have a death glare that says if you ever touch me again without my explicit consent, I will make you ear your own eyeballs.

And then she waits for him to start moving, choosing to walk behind him instead of with him.]

SPAM!

[mistconduct]

[Lisbeth you already killed him once, take solace in that.

Chris keeps stopping short to try and walk beside her, throwing her annoyed looks over his shoulder]

You can't walk next to me like a normal fucking person? I mean, if you want to stare at my ass, fine, I just think you're being really obvious about it when we're trying to be undercover.

I mean, Jesus christ, haven't you ever heard of stealth?

SPAM!

[dr4gontatt00]

[How the hell does Rorschach put up with him.

A quiet sigh.]

Stop talking, I don't want to hear your voice.

SPAM!

[mistconduct]

Oh, fuck you. If you don't like my voice, find me a sign language teacher. Here, I'll start.

[Yep, flipping Lisbeth off. Aaaand staying well away from her in case she tries to lunge for him]

SPAM!

[dr4gontatt00]

[Lol. She doesn't even care. She just rolls her eyes and keeps following him. Silent and watchful.

Though she does feel satisfied in him increasing the space between them. Good.

If only he knew. But she's glad he doesn't, because guilt.]

[strangehistorian]

I don't really know how these sorts of things usually work or I would help.

[mistconduct]

There's nothing to help with. He's a tool, he'll be back to his old self soon.

Private video.

[some_kinda_hero]

Chris...take care of him, okay? Please? We both know how stubborn he is with his memories; he's going to be worse without them.

Public video.

[mistconduct]

Well, when he gets his memories back I can fucking scream at him for being totally unable to plot his return in privacy.

[sirgordon]

[Barbara isn't quite sure what that meant, but she gathers the boy's guardian is addled somehow. She takes off her helmet, shaking out her hair; people are more at ease, that way, especially the young ones.]

Do you need assistance, lad?

[mistconduct]

...


Barbara Gordon?

[sirgordon]

[Her eyebrows arch, a smile touching her lips.]

My reputation precedes me?

[Her lips twist ruefully.]

Or do I have Lady Iris to thank for that. [It was all her idea. Really.]

Private video.

[some_kinda_hero]

Sure, fine, just be careful.

[mistconduct]

Dude, I didn't know you were a cosplayer! That's fucking awesome!

Okay. Okay, if you're in character right now, I won't break it.

Public video.

[mistconduct]

Dude. Claire. It's fine. Be cool.