mistconduct | Issue #30

[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.

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Something like that.

PTSD or something?

Dude, he's Bond. He's practically a superhero.

And I was under the impression that superheroes often have issues with trauma they can't quite cure just by beating criminals to death.

..Maybe he should be seeing someone.

Can you imagine trying to have that conversation with him?

We've got shrinks on this boat. Maybe we just need to phrase it in a way so he'll want to do it for himself.

I wouldn't hold your breath. Believe me, I wish this had a simple solution.

What's the complicated solution?

Do you want my honest opinion?

Hit me.

Someone is going to suggest therapy, he's going to fight it with every fiber of his being, and we're going to wind up either entirely alienated from each other, or back exactly where we started.