batmanschmatman | 016 [audio]

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016 [audio]

So, don't get me wrong, I appreciate that there hasn't been much mass murder and mayhem since we got back from port. Aside from all this politics stuff that I'm not getting into - by personal choice, I trust the rest of you who are actually more involved with the situation to be able to sort it out - I think it's pretty safe to say things have been pretty quiet, all things considered.

And that's fine. Seriously, I'm definitely not complaining about the apparent lack of horrible crisis situations with dozens of people dying or anything like that. Heck, I've even been kind of enjoying having some time to take it easy, I guess.

But it's the excessive down time I really can't figure out what to do with. I mean, sure, it's nice to have some time to relax and hang out in CES or watch movies or whatever, but I'm used to always having something to do with myself. And I don't just mean helping out an inmate or something, like a tangible case or something to work on. People to interview, places to stake out, paper work to file... I was basically living from one difficult case or catastrophe to the next, and without that everything's felt kind of... weird, these last couple days. I guess somewhere between being a cop and coming here I forgot how to just be used to having some free time to kill.

Anyone got any suggestions on how to cope until the next catastrophe?

[Private to Steph]

Sorry I skipped out on lessons without warning you about it. You up for some more practice later tonight?

[Private to Hayley]

This doesn't change anything.

[ooc: So this is an audio because Dick broke his nose. And it's sort of a funny/embarrassing story, the bruises are still really colorful/noticeable, and therefore no video for you, Barge. Infirmary folk would know it happened twoish days ago in CES while sparring with Costigan, who broke/fractured one of his ribs. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. :| ]

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Dick...

[ Sigh. ]

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

It isn't yours either.

Yeah, it is.

No, it isn't. Some psychos decided to drop a human bomb. How is that your fault?

Slade dropped Chemo on the city because he wanted to hurt me for trying to convince his daughter not to be like him.

That's his fault, not yours.

If I hadn't gotten involved with Slade, everything would have been fine. But now tens of thousands of people are dead because I screwed up.

Like that was ever an option. There was nothing you could have done. You are who you are and he is who he is, and all of the 'what ifs' in the world aren't going to change that.

There was plenty of stuff I could have done.

... But that's why I'm here. I don't have to worry about the "what ifs". The Barge is my second chance too.

I guess we're sort of both in the same boat, in some respects.

Some psycho drop a bomb on your city too?

No, see, my guilt is actually of my own doing.

If you say so.

Batman gave the order, but I decided to follow it. That's on me.

... I hate the future.

Me too. Trust me, me too.

Well, now that we've thoroughly depressed each other, you want to grab dinner or something? You can make fun of my horribly bruised face.

Dinner sounds awesome. I'll drown my sorrows in mashed potatoes.

I might have to join you in that.

Lemme grab my sticks and I can meet you downstairs.

Awesome, see you there.

[ She does grab her sticks, and her utility belt just in case. Steph wears a lot of jackets and baggy shirts these days. She's down in the dining hall in ten minutes, waiting for him by the door. ]

[Dick comes down a couple minutes later with his own pair of sticks, and he is so not calling attention to his bruised nose. Just try to bring it up. :|] So, who wants mashed potatoes?

Do you even have to ask?

You look very dashing, by the way.

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