♜ | 008 | Voice

[fuckyoucynthia]

Maybe Clapet should make all the alcohol on board. We'd never have to worry about anyone getting wasted on the network.

On second thought, what else would we do with all this spare time? [Guess who hates being idle.]

[Filtered to wardens-who-were-inmates]

Why the hell are you still here?

[Private to Dick, added later]

So you made the mistake of talking to both of them too.

Comments

Private

[batmanschmatman]

I told Hayley I didn't care about the deal and still wanted to be friends, and somehow that devolved into her bitching me out and telling me Ariadne was just trying to manipulate me, and me pointing out that I didn't think that was the case means apparently I'm "blaming her" [You can practically hear the airquotes.] for everything.

Honestly, I thought I'd put junior high behind me.

Private

[fuckyoucynthia]

[Oh, he can hear them all right.]

Shows they think real highly of us. Junior high was better than this. Wasn't it? [Fuck no, junior high was hell on earth.]

Private

[batmanschmatman]

[That's not fair, the Barge isn't on earth. :|]

I can a think of a couple other periods of my life I hated more.

Private

[fuckyoucynthia]

Must be pretty awful.

Private

[batmanschmatman]

Guess you must have really hated junior high.

Private

[fuckyoucynthia]

I was under the impression everyone did.

Private

[batmanschmatman]

Sure. I just might like being bored and fought over by people less.

Private

[fuckyoucynthia]

I've had more than enough of boredom.

Private

[batmanschmatman]

Join the club.

I mean, I'm not saying I want the ship to be taken over by Aztecs again or anything, but having something to do would be pretty great.

Private

[fuckyoucynthia]

Couldn't agree more. Something to do is kind of limited, here.

Private

[batmanschmatman]

Guess at least there's always sparring.

Private

[fuckyoucynthia]

[Ping.] That sounds like an offer.

Private

[batmanschmatman]

It could be. You any good? [He's teasing, new why-are-girls-so-weird bff.]

Private

[fuckyoucynthia]

I'm adequate. [Pft he's more than adequate. ...With anyone who isn't Frank Moses.] Are you all talk, or are you any good?

Private

[batmanschmatman]

There's only one way to find out. [Just don't make fun of his broken face. 8|]

Private

[fuckyoucynthia]

[But that's half the fun. :|] Meet you in the gym.

Private -> Spam?

[batmanschmatman]

[ihu costigan. :|] Be there in ten.

Spam!

[fuckyoucynthia]

[And Cooper is on his waaay to the gym. He's prompt. Possibly even early. And still wearing his suit jacket, because it hides his shoulder holster.]

Spam!

[batmanschmatman]

[Dick is... late. Because he's a vigilante. And it's in the genes, or something. But not a lot late, so that's something.] Hey, sorry. You still game?

Spam!

[fuckyoucynthia]

[Cooper does not like lateness. So he just spends the time taping up his knuckles like a pro, and rolls his eyes at Dick when he bothers to show.]

I'm still here. [That's a yes.]

Spam!

[batmanschmatman]

Good point. [And Dick is going to quickly do some taping of his own because while hitting people is fun, ripping up knuckles is not and he'd prefer to avoid it if at all possible in the event of another hostile Aztec take over.] Ready when you are, Cooper.

Spam!

[fuckyoucynthia]

[Fucking Aztecs. :|Cooper shucks his jacket and the shoulder holster, using the jacket to hide the gun on a bench.]

Great. [He is talkative like Bruce is talkative. But he's heading for the mats, eying Dick.]

Spam!

[batmanschmatman]

[Dick remains pretty unfazed, heading over to the mats and taking a casually defensive stance, waiting on Cooper to make the first move.]

Spam!

[fuckyoucynthia]

[He lets it drag out, just for a minute longer than is really comfortable; then he's darting forward, one fist raised to protect his face, the other swinging for Dick's jaw.]