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.

Comments

[sirgordon]

[She looks absofuckinglutely unconvinced, but she inclines her head all the same.]

Where are you, then?

[mistconduct]

By that giant fucking ship 'parked' in the harbor.

[sirgordon]

[Ah, that one. No, that's totally not strange at all.] Then I shall meet you there.

[mistconduct]

Cool. Meet you there, Sir Barb.

[sirgordon]

Sir Gordon.

...What was your name?

[mistconduct]

Chris. Christopher.

[sirgordon]

Chris, then. [The name one chooses is the most important. With one last smile, she clicks off, and heads to meet him.]

[mistconduct]

[And hanging by the barge, drinking, is Chris. Who is totally taking advantage of his absence of a warden]

[sirgordon]

[After some deliberation, Barbara decides to leave Sybil in the stable. The ship isn't so far, and she doesn't mind stretching her legs. Besides, she's run her horse hard lately.

She decides to leave her armor on, though, as she usually does.

Barbara smiles when she spots Chris, striding over with her helmet under her arm.]

Hello, young sir.

[mistconduct]

[Upon seeing her, Chris cannot stop grinning at Barbara Gordon sans wheelchair. He straightens up, coming over to greet her]

Sir Gordon in the flesh. Kick-ass.