Issue #30

[mistconduct]

[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

[mistconduct]

I'm freaking out.

[myresponsibility]

Can I do anything? I mean, I'm keeping an eye out and everything, but like, do you need anything, does he need... whatever?

[mistconduct]

I don't know. I don't know anything, they just brought him up and they're gonna cut him open and do an autopsy.

Fuck, Peter, he was alone. He was all alone..

[myresponsibility]

Do you want me to come hang out while they do it? Might help kill time, and it's not like they're gonna need me to help with that.

[Not that he would want to even if they did, but.]

[mistconduct]

You don't want to see it. He's so fucked up.

[myresponsibility]

Wait, you're sitting in on it? Seriously?

[mistconduct]

I saw him when they brought him up. That's it.

[myresponsibility]

Okay. That's good. [Because man, he can't think about having to sit in on something like that.]

I can still keep you company, if you want. Or like, get Cassel or someone.

[mistconduct]

Cassel's going to be with me. I've got people. It's...fuck.

We gotta catch this guy, Pete.

[myresponsibility]

We will. I mean, Slevin probably saw him, right? Or at least knows something about it, and like, no one knows how to not take credit for this kind of thing, here.

[mistconduct]

Seriously. It's going to be the first thing he'll tell us when he gets revived.

[myresponsibility]

Exactly. We'll get him.

[mistconduct]

That's all I want. For people to be fucking safe around here for like five fucking minutes.

[myresponsibility]

I mean, we usually manage five minutes, but like, beyond that, all bets are kind of off.

[mistconduct]

Fuck it. I should go look after him.

[myresponsibility]

Are they letting you out of bed yet?

[mistconduct]

Dude, I don't care what anyone's letting me do. I call the shots.

[myresponsibility]

Fine, but I reserve the right to kick your ass if you wind up bleeding to death in a hallway because you messed up your stitches or whatever.

[mistconduct]

Shut up, Pete, I'm fine! I'm not messing up my stitches, fuck that.

[myresponsibility]

Good, because I really don't want to have to punch you.

[mistconduct]

You're an asshole.

[myresponsibility]

So, what does that make you?

[mistconduct]

Not an asshole. Duh.

[myresponsibility]

Have you seen The Princess Bride?

[mistconduct]

Of course I've seen The Princess Bride.