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I think the Admiral is handing out files on Wardens to their Inmates.

If that matters to any of you.

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Nothing.

Sure.

Want to go for a run?

Edited 2011-09-30 03:56 (UTC)

Sure. I'll swing by your place soon.

Sounds good.

[Jim is totally knocking on your door a half hour later. Answer it, bitch.]

[He is doing just that, pulling the door open. The area around his right eye and along his cheekbone are bruised and purple, and maybe a little swollen, because Slade is a dick who needs anger management. Fuck you, Slade.] Hey.

"What the fuck happened to your face?"

"I ran into Slade during the flood. He was not happy to see me."

"Have you had that looked at by someone?"

"I was getting around to it." [lol nope. :|]

"Liar. That really doesn't look normal."

"It might be broken, it's pretty sore. I'll bug Martha about it if it's still bothering me later. So, deck or CES?"

"You think I'm going to go run with you while you have a broken bone in your face?"

"It's not wrecking my ability to run. And it might be broken."

"It looks broken. And if it is, running will not help it."

[Eyeroll. :\] "Fine, Mom, I'll go talk to Martha."

"That's a good boy. If it's broken, I'll give you a kiss to make it better too."

"Very funny." [And he is retrieving his ice pack, which is wrapped in a towel.] "He might try and argue otherwise? But I barely even deserved it this time."

"You should keep explaining that."

"How much time do you have?"

"I don't have any pressing appointments if that's your question."

"Well in that case." [He's going to head over to a couch and sit down and start icing his face. You're welcome to come over too and there's beer in the fridge.] "I forget, have I told you why I'm here?"

[Ah beer. You know what Jim likes. He shakes his head a little bit as he takes a seat.] "Nope."

"I got sent to Bludhaven a while after I became Nightwing for a case, and I kind of adopted it as my own city to look after. It made Gotham look like something out of a Disney movie crime rate wise, but, you know. It was my city." [He's hoping you understand this because of the whole Enterprise thing.] "About a year ago - plus Barge time now, I guess - a living nuclear warhead was dropped on the city, killing one hundred thousand sixty eight people. The city's uninhabitable now, the survivors were evacuated... And after the universe almost ended and we got back home, I came here to fix it."

[He paused to shift the ice pack.] "Slade's the one who ordered the strike."

"Fuck." [The curse slipped out before he could help it. Though honestly, there's no crime on Enterprise okay. The analogy isn't complete.]

"And you crossed his path how?"

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