Dick Grayson (
batmanschmatman) wrote2012-12-30 02:41 pm
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[This whole post is backdated to after Slade's arrival post and this fight.]
Just a note for anyone who's missed this memo: people have contacted the Admiral about what happens to people who disappear before. He's said he doesn't control when they vanish any more than we do. I know we don't really have reason to trust his word on stuff like this, but I figured it's something worth hearing.
There have been plenty of tough cases who have graduated and a lot of crappy wardens who have overstayed their welcome, and the Admiral didn't get rid of them. It'd save a lot of time and energy if people could keep that in mind next time anyone starts making accusations that someone got kicked off because the Admiral gave up on them, or thinks they've been doing a lousy job.
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Slade's here. He was here before until about a year ago, and he was actually making progress by the time he got booted off the ship. [Sort of. He thinks. Maybe.
It's complicated.]
Try not to piss him off if you don't have to.
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[Dick wasn't overly pleased with how this had gone down. Bruce acting like a jackass wasn't anything new or unexpected, in so many ways, and he was an inmate. This sort of behavior was to be expected.
But Dean and Faith were wardens, and it always, always bothered Dick when confrontations between wardens turned into what was basically a playground brawl. They were supposed to be the role models here, and he got that both of them were upset, but calling names and intentionally looking to piss the other off was ridiculous. He might side more with Dean because he was his friend, and he didn't particularly like Faith, but they were both definitely in the wrong here.
He turned to Dean after the other two had left, expression and voice still level and serious rather than angry, and gestured for the other man to show him his injured arm.]
Let me see.
Just a note for anyone who's missed this memo: people have contacted the Admiral about what happens to people who disappear before. He's said he doesn't control when they vanish any more than we do. I know we don't really have reason to trust his word on stuff like this, but I figured it's something worth hearing.
There have been plenty of tough cases who have graduated and a lot of crappy wardens who have overstayed their welcome, and the Admiral didn't get rid of them. It'd save a lot of time and energy if people could keep that in mind next time anyone starts making accusations that someone got kicked off because the Admiral gave up on them, or thinks they've been doing a lousy job.
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Slade's here. He was here before until about a year ago, and he was actually making progress by the time he got booted off the ship. [Sort of. He thinks. Maybe.
It's complicated.]
Try not to piss him off if you don't have to.
[Spam for Dean, after the fight]
[Dick wasn't overly pleased with how this had gone down. Bruce acting like a jackass wasn't anything new or unexpected, in so many ways, and he was an inmate. This sort of behavior was to be expected.
But Dean and Faith were wardens, and it always, always bothered Dick when confrontations between wardens turned into what was basically a playground brawl. They were supposed to be the role models here, and he got that both of them were upset, but calling names and intentionally looking to piss the other off was ridiculous. He might side more with Dean because he was his friend, and he didn't particularly like Faith, but they were both definitely in the wrong here.
He turned to Dean after the other two had left, expression and voice still level and serious rather than angry, and gestured for the other man to show him his injured arm.]
Let me see.
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[Okay, that's sort of not completely true. She's been wondering for a while now.]
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Perhaps if this were addressed to the Wardens as a collective, we may be able to overcome this misconception of the Admiral sending 'faulty' Wardens away.
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Any specific pointers on how to deal with him? You know him better than I do. [She knows everything about him, of course, but Dick is the one with real experience.]
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Last time I... saw him, he wanted me dead. Think he'll... try anything?
[Because honestly she doesn't really want to deal with that at all. And then, as an afterthought,]
Thank you, for presents. Will you... read book, to me?
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And sure, of course. I'm glad you liked them.
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[Still, if he was here before and Dick doesn't think he's a threat, it doesn't matter much. She'll just avoid him, just like she would have even if he had wanted a fight.]
Saw, um... the one with the shoe. The glass one. Cinderella?
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He should at least know what happens to them. He could tell us that much.
The most simple explanation is they go back to - to what they were doing, and - for Inmates, that means... [That means dying.]
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Should I avoid talking to him?
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At least, not Dick.
That doesn't mean he doesn't have to squash his kneejerk reaction to block the injury from sight and examination, because he does; it's an instinct that's saved him more than once, at least, though one he also caught a bunch of crap for from Sam, and others. He's currently glaring down at it, supporting his forearm with his good hand, gingerly twitching each of his fingers to make sure they still work. He's well aware what's wrong, and he's not happy about it, but it's a welcome kind of pain. One he knows what to do with.
Dean glances over at Dick, expression and eyes both dark and serious, and grudgingly relents, stating flatly,] It's broken.
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So he looks at his friend's arm carefully, putting a hand at the elbow and avoiding touching the wrist itself. Dean's right, it's definitely broken, and they should probably be heading to the infirmary sooner rather than later. Dick's pretty confident in his ability to take care of serious injuries, but something like this is still something he'd rather have a doctor look at in case it required more care than just a wrap and a brace.]
Bruce?
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I don't think we have any reason to doubt the Admiral about that. I just can't decide if it's better to know or better to think there was a way to trick him into booting us out.
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[It probably won't make much of a difference, to Dick, this is very different from the Megamind scenario.
He's beginning to look out for Faith.]
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