batmanschmatman | 065 [voice]

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065 [voice]

Sometimes, I really miss being a cop. Every day was a little different, but you still always had a routine and something to do, and even if it was just doing paperwork, you'd never complain about needing something to work on. Especially not in Bludhaven. And I know it probably sounds naive to some of you, but you could really see the impact you were having on the community, there. Once the department started getting on the right track again, people weren't as afraid to go out at night. It wasn't as much of a warzone run by the mob, at least, not like what it used to be. We were really making a difference, for a while.

I'm not sure I could ever go back to it. Starting over again in a new city doesn't really appeal to me, and so much happened between when I started and when I first got here, on the Barge, that I'm just not sure it's an option. But I still miss it.

[Private to Jim]

Thanks for letting me borrow your couch.

[Private to Summer]

So, settling in okay?

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You really know how to make a guy feel used, Dick. Not even saying goodbye before you left in the wee hours of the morn.

I didn't want to impose any more than I already had.

If you were imposing, I wouldn't have let you stay.

Okay, next time, I'll at least leave you a note.

A note? What, are you cheating on your wife with me?

Didn't I tell you?

And to think, I was going to make you replicator pancakes and everything.

... Seriously?

Well, I was going to make them for myself anyway and then given you some.

In that case, to hell with the note, I'm definitely staying next time.

If I let you stay again. I'm still hurt from this morning.

I'm sorry.

You're just saying that for my pancakes.

Am not.

Sure.

You're my best friend, of course I'm sorry I hurt your feelings.

Am I really your best friend?

Here? Yeah, of course. I tell you everything.

Excuse me while I go wipe away that lone tear.

Oh, shut up.

Can we get matching necklaces?

... If you really wanted to. [NO PROMISES ABOUT WEARING THEM, THOUGH.]

Oh! Better idea. Matching tramp stamps.

I'm pretty sure I'd be disowned. And don't you already have one after your misadventure with Romulan ale in Vegas or something?

You can get tattoos removed pretty easily. And fuck Bruce. He isn't here. Bones'll be pissed too. Who cares.

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