batmanschmatman | 130 [voice/spam]

[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.

[Filtered to the DC Wardens]

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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You bet.

Against it.

I mean, if you like taking losing bets.

Only the surest.

Look, I get it, isn't it funny, this guy is so naive, but I've been fighting violent criminals in the murder capital of America since I was nine years old, and I've been here for over two years. Considering I haven't been shipped off to a nice padded room with a straightjacket or gotten demoted, I think I'm doing pretty okay with my world view.

As fascinating as your personal successes are to me, I must note that you look significantly older than nine and don't appear to have solved even the most basic of problems, such as whether or not you can trust your superior and the individual on whom you rely for - well. Air, food, shelter.

Congratulations, though. A straightjacket would look very poorly on you.

Again, I prefer to look on the bright side. It's worked out pretty okay thus far.

It always does until it doesn't.

And again, I've been through hell for sixteen years. Literally nothing the Admiral can throw at me is gonna top what I've already been through.

Your faith does you credit, or makes you dull. Who can say which is true?

Not you, I'm afraid.