Issue #27

[mistconduct]

Hey inmates and other wretched villainy of mankind and shit, I'm going home in like five days. What the fuck can I pick up for people?

I don't know if any of you knew this but my family is loaded. So seriously, give me a list and think of me as your hook-up guy. You name it, I can get it.

Except drugs or weapons because while I can totally manage it, that's the sort of shit that gets me demoted and makes Rorschach break my thumbs, so yeah, I don't love any of you all that much.

Fucking pass me those Post-Its. And if I don't see you before then, um.

Wish me luck?

Comments

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[halftheman]

How long has it been since you had to fire on a target?

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[mistconduct]

Couple of months. Not too long.

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[halftheman]

You'd be surprised on how fast skill deteriorates.

Get in some time on the range before you go. You'll need it.

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[mistconduct]

Yes, Dad.

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[halftheman]

You said it, not me.

[ He's not even going to deny it; he doesn't serve that purpose out of some want of a son -- Gilda wanted kids, he wanted a city safe to raise them in -- but he's not forgotten what Chris said months ago. ]

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[mistconduct]

For the love of christ stop telling me what to do! I've got this! I don't need crazy Gotham boys giving me advice on how to kill people!

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[halftheman]

What will you do if you don't? You have a lot riding on this, don't you?

Fuck. Whatever, kid, it's not my problem. Good luck cleaning up your city. You're going to need it.

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[mistconduct]

Well, if I don't, I come here, graduate an inmate, go back with a deal under my belt and fucking fix it that way!

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[halftheman]

And look, he finally has a contingency plan.

[ Harvey shouldn't smirk, shouldn't mock him -- but he does. ]

Good job catching a clue, ragazzino.

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[mistconduct]

Oh, are we on nicknames, now? Fuck's sake..

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[halftheman]

Wouldn't call it a nickname.

[ More like an insult. ]

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[mistconduct]

You have way more pressure points than me, handsome.

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[halftheman]

That one's old hat, kid. Nobody's called me that and meant it in years. Even when they did, it was still half an insult.

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[mistconduct]

Whatever. I have a ton more where that came from. I can quip.

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[halftheman]

We don't banter. You need Eddie for that.

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[mistconduct]

You banter with yourself. That's way more pathetic.

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[halftheman]

[ Oh, that one gets a look. ]

We provide each other better conversation than a seventeen year old whose balls haven't dropped.

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[mistconduct]

My balls have so dropped, asshole! They're down to the fucking floor!

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[halftheman]

Only your boyfriend knows for sure, and I don't need to know.

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[mistconduct]

Dick.

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[halftheman]

Punk kid.

[ So neutral, but he's smiling as he taps a cigarette out into his palm. ]

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[mistconduct]

FYI, I'm not bringing you back a present.

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[halftheman]

Didn't ask for anything.

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[mistconduct]

Yeah, I mean. I don't even know where to get dick enlargement pills. Or a way to grow back a single testicle.

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[halftheman]

[ There is just a slow arch. Seriously. Are you going there? Honestly? ]

You know what a man attacks another on reveals where that man is insecure, and feels weak about himself.