batmanschmatman | 014 [audio]

[Dick is still sorting through all the stuff at his house. He's maybe starting to get a little obsessive about it, and probably would look a little crazy to anyone who wasn't from the Barge, as he's got clues to his fake life sprawled out around him on the floor. Not that you guys can see it, but to any passersby, he looks a little nuts. Or at least like he's getting started on spring cleaning a little early by ripping everything off the shelves.]

Anyone else have some pictures of people from back home around the house? Like, not Barge people? I'm trying to figure out how closely this place parallels our home universes, which obviously isn't all that much, but I'm still curious.

I mean, obviously we're all here, and some of us have pretty developed family units that aren't like our original ones at all, but what about the people we left back home? Do they exist here too, or is this place just populated with strangers and us?

[There's a specific reasoning behind this questioning, but most of you aren't getting any reasons as to why this is suddenly bothering him.]

[Private to Tim]

I found pictures of my parents.

[Private to Steph, added after talking to Roman]

Are you okay?

[ooc: Multiple spam threads are welcome if you're so inclined, Dick's just probably on the couch watching home movies or analyzing all the information he can find in the albums and papers around the house.]

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Can I ask what brought you to the Barge?

[oh boy, you asked. Nervous swallow over here.]

I was killed in the line of duty. [Now is not the best time for a full explanation of that] I came here after that.

[Awww, Howie. :c]

I'm sorry.

It's alright. It's been a while now.

So, how does that work, exactly? Do you get to go home at all if you want to, or are you kinda stuck here until you decide you want to move on to... where ever we go when we're done?

You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I mean, it's obviously a weird thing to think about, but I was kind of thinking about that the other day.

I'm stuck here, basically. Until I'm done with Elle, and then... well, I'm not discussing the rest of that. But that's the only way I get to leave.

I... don't like thinking about it much, but that's the answer.

Okay. Thanks for telling me. I really appreciate it.

Can I ask whether it was what you wanted to hear?

Well, not exactly, I guess. Costigan and I were talking the other day about some stuff and it kind of hit me for the first time that I can leave and come back pretty much whenever I want to, but not everyone has that option. It kind of got me thinking about what happens to people who've died when they just vanish.

It's something that worries me, especially about the inmates who just disappear. I do believe in an afterlife, and believe that is where they'd go.

But I certainly pray for people more when they leave than when they die here.

It must be frustrating to put all this effort into trying to help someone get better or to improve yourself and then your partner just disappearing.

It is. I mean... It's never happened to me, but my inmate has had... three, four people before me. It's not right that people just disappear on anyone, one way or another.

Yeah, definitely. That seems like a really common thing around here, inmates who can't seem to hold down a warden.

... And I'm not planning on going anywhere, even if I have the option to.

Depressingly so, actually. I'd like to think I don't work with quitters.

That's good to know. Costigan doesn't need another warden that just ups and leaves.

Well, I think it's safe to say he's pretty stuck with me, whether he likes it or not. I'm annoying like that.

I approve of wardens in the annoyingly ever present variety.

Well, how else are we supposed to really do anything meaningful here? It's not like anyone's problems can be solved just by talking about it once or twice and then heading back home like the job's finished.

Exactly, and sometimes, you do more good by just sticking around and doing the right thing, rather than having a couple of conversations and leaving.

Believe me, I totally get that. Maybe if they instituted this kind of policy back home, Arkham would stop being such a revolving door facility.

Arkham?

Arkham Asylum. It's Gotham's psychiatric hospital for really dangerous criminal offenders.

Ah. I see. Not too far off here, then.

Nope. Made the transition go pretty okay, I suppose, in that I kinda knew what to expect. You can't grow up with Gotham without knowing about people like the Joker and whoever else.

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