Issue #30

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[Private to Barbara Gordon]

How do you take this shit, Barb? How the fuck do you keep going?


[Private to Infirmary Staff]

So what's the plan, Docs? I'm getting fucking bedsores. I want out.


[Private to Vesper]
Hey. Can we.

Look, pick up the phone. Just.

Can we talk?


[Later, public]

[He's still getting drugged every night, as much for his mental health as his physical. It's easier to get through the days when you're on a cocktail of anti-depressants.

This, however, has its disadvantages. Mainly that Chris is so exhausted that he sleeps through the night, unaware of his warden item beeping underneath the bed. The teddy bear - yes, his warden item is a slightly charred teddy - is recovered in the morning, still beeping, when Chris wakes up.

It's alarming, how he can go from sleepy and lackadaisical to fucking pissed in a single instant]


Who the FUCK killed Slevin?!

You assholes, I swear to FUCKING god, I will fucking come out of this bed and murder the shit out of you! Where the fuck is my inmate and who the fuck is responsible for this bullshit?! You think just because I'm in the infirmary doesn't mean I won't come there and murder you back, you utter shithead?!

Fuck. Someone get me a fucking wheelchair, or crutches, or whatever. Who saw him last?!

Jesus christ, you're a fucking pack of animals!


[After Slevin's been found]

Call off the search, his body turned up in the inmate showers.

Whoever did this; you're fucking dead. You hear me? You can't fucking run on a ship, dumbass. I'm coming for you.

Fuck everything.

Comments

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[Scott just nods mutely, then looks back at Megamind. He's trying to keep calm, keep it together, but underneath he is really just a sixteen-year-old kid who has been in over his head for months before this.]

So there's - a death toll, right, he's not actually...gone?

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[ Megamind nods. ]

He'll revive, and be weak and in pain, but it'll pass within a week's time.

[ But then Bruce arrives, with stretcher, working it's folded up form through the area until he finds them. ]

I'm here. Let's-- [ He looks to Scott, on the verge of freak out, and Megamind, who is coping but not well. Well, alright. Executive choice. ]

Scott, why don't you go ahead and get the elevator and hold it for us while we get Slevin's body situated?

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[He takes in a breath to say he can do this, he's fine, but - he's not fine. He doesn't want to see it again. He wants to help, but he wants to get this done.

Still, Bruce hasn't seen it yet. So he swallows hard, and hesitates.]

It's bad. [He's still got it. He's good. He presses his nails into his palms, and they still feel human. He's okay.]

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[lastincident]

I'm prepared, Scott. It's alright.

[ He smiled, faintly, for Scott and reached out to grip his shoulder, to steady him. ]

You don't have to stay. We've got this.

[ Megamind's nodding slowly in the background, pale blue and grim. ]

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[He should stay. He should be stronger, or - something. But he knows the second Bruce's hand comes down on his shoulder that he's not going to.

He nods, running a hand through his hair as he turns to go.]

I'll hold the elevator.

[He looks, as he's heading away, a little like a dog with his tail between his legs.]

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[lastincident]

[ Faintly, echoing on the tile, Megamind's voice reahes as Scott goes his way: ]

Gonna go puke now that the kid's gone.

[ Bruce's voice, deeper and gentle, ]

I can handle this if you need to have a minute.

[ Megamind's response is lost to the clatter of the stretcher being moved-- but they'll get the body up, covered, and out in a few minutes, both men wet and weary looking as they head to the infirmary. ]

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[Scott hears it. He can't not hear it, and it makes him feel a little better, that he's not the only one. So he goes and calls the elevator, stands in the doorway to keep it open with his eyes closed and his forehead resting against the cool metal. He's there when they come out with the body, and he doesn't try to run off. He'll see this to the infirmary, at least. Then he'll go puke.]