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

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[megamind]

I was sleeping with Toshiko for months before anybody knew. [ Just sayin'. ] So it not like you can't keep relationships on the downlow. IT's just not long-term viable.

Something I wish Sleeping Beauty over there would get. [ He glances over at Edward, before he looks back to Chris. ]

Anyway-- he might have friends. Or-- associates, at least.

[spam]

[mistconduct]

Seriously.

Hey, Eddie; wake up. We're talking about you.

[Chris waits, but doesn't look too hopeful]

Whatever. Maybe I'll spy on his communicator or something.

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[megamind]

Like that'll build trust with you and Slevin. Good job.

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[mistconduct]

Well, how would you do it, smartass?

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[megamind]

Be his friend and his warden, best as you're able.

Kay and I weren't -- close, but I knew I could trust him or talk to him or... anything.

I know, big shoes to fill, right?

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[mistconduct]

Yeah. I'm no Kay. And what Rorschach did for me won't work on him. Rorschach is a withholder of affection. Slevin straight up doesn't give a fuck.

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[megamind]

I'm finding that affection is a big non-issue with Aaron. It's more of ... needling. He has to be needled. Pushed gently from his comfort zone...

....or kicked from the nest. I got him a job.

Don't know if that'd help with Slevin... being made to make connections.

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[mistconduct]

Slevin's a fucking enigma. I have to puzzle him out. Cleaning up trash or something's not going to get him graduated.

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[megamind]

No, it won't. But helping him find connections with people -- by working with them, instead of being alone and broody-- might be an idea.

I don't know. I don't know the guy. I should probably meet him, and all. When's not... [ Six shades of fucked up. ]</small.

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[mistconduct]

Yeah. He's got alone and broody down pat.

He wouldn't like you. He doesn't like fucking anyone.

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[megamind]

I don't know. I grow on people! Over time. Like a fungus.

[ awkward phrasing is awkward. ]

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[mistconduct]

Gross.

And not Slevin. He's been by himself for like...fuck, twenty years.

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[megamind]

You don't know. It could happen. Sounds like he needs more people in general.

But-- later. When he's not... [ creepy corpsefest. ] For now, let him heal.

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[mistconduct]

Totally. He's not going anywhere.

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[megamind]

And for now, neither are you.

I'm going to go down to the cabin, get a few things, make sure some things are ready for you to come down to, okay. Are you going to be alright up here?

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[mistconduct]

Rub it in, why don't you.

[But he's joking, giving a shrug]

No, that sounds good. Thanks.

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[megamind]

Alright. Get some rest. They'll let you know when they're ready for Slevin to be revived.

[ He reaches out to squeeze his shoulder gently, before he gathers up a few things to depart. Time to get a bit of work done, while other people handle crazy killers. ]

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[mistconduct]

Will do.

[He sinks back down against his pillow, watching Megamind leave]