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[Dick's voice is still his own, but gravelly. It's more of a glass in throat variety than the Batvoice, really, and in case it wasn't painfully obvious by the creepy stalking he's been doing and breaking into other people's rooms, he's entirely flood affected and has swapped personalities with Rorschach.]
Worked a case, once. Woman stood on ledge of building, holding her baby. Said she didn't want to live in this wicked, wicked world. Didn't want her child growing up in it. Assumed she was going to jump. Tried reassuring her, telling her to come inside, talk this over. Think about it.
Misjudged scenario.
Threw child when other officer grabbed her. Never meant to jump. Wanted to "save" her baby from this wicked, wicked world.
Caught baby, but still didn't feel good about that night. Felt alone in a crowded city. No one to rely on, no cops, no partners. And death was always close in Blüdhaven. [And, story time over, he clicks off the feed.]
Worked a case, once. Woman stood on ledge of building, holding her baby. Said she didn't want to live in this wicked, wicked world. Didn't want her child growing up in it. Assumed she was going to jump. Tried reassuring her, telling her to come inside, talk this over. Think about it.
Misjudged scenario.
Threw child when other officer grabbed her. Never meant to jump. Wanted to "save" her baby from this wicked, wicked world.
Caught baby, but still didn't feel good about that night. Felt alone in a crowded city. No one to rely on, no cops, no partners. And death was always close in Blüdhaven. [And, story time over, he clicks off the feed.]
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