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Okay, so, if I want to be promoted from "joke character pulled out occasionally" to actual "played character," then I have to, quote, "put up or shut up."

Well.

Tell you which one I'm not gonna do.

So who's gonna put up with me?

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[WALLY LIL BRO hi Shayera's kinda missed you in the almost 3 months she's been at the turtle.] I'll hand over the "putting up with" rights to Batman.

[Lies, she'll put up with you any day of the week.]

Right. And then he'll hand them to John, and he'll drag you along out of spite anyway.

Want to just cut to the chase?

... fine. [She's happy to spend time with it despite her seeming unwillingness.] But I'm not paying for your meals.

I'd never make a lady pay! But then, that means you'd have to admit you are one.

I'm a lady, but I'm definitely not lady-like. Tell you what, we can arm wrestle for who pays. [Choose your battles wisely, Wally.]

I decline on the grounds that I can't convince you macing is unfair.

I never said anything about using my mace. C'mon, just our arms for this fight. [She's even getting her arm propped up on a table.]

[He holds his out.]

Lemme hold the mace, I dare you.

[He has a feeling this won't end well.]

[Wow, Wally, you don't trust her. Fine. She takes her mace off from its place on her hip, dropping it into his hand.] There. Happy?

[NOW LET'S ARM WRESTLE :D]

Heavier than it looks Not really.

[He sets it down gingerly between his feet and awkwardly leans up against the table.

Just gotta... just gotta put up with it until someone comes, throws a drink at her, and they get into a real fight. Right?

Right.]

Not fair if you have more practice.

If you think that's heavy, this is going to be a walk in the part. [She'll try not to accidentally rip off your arm, Wally. And you'll e lucky if someone can tear her away from you.] Hey, you've had plenty of chances to get more practice with the League, no whining.

Not my fault is Brawlin' Bots is more fun. Even J'onn thinks so.

Can't we play that?

[But he's in position. Who has healing powers?]

No. [Don't worry, Wally, Kyle knows a good GL doctor.] You can always just forfeit and pay for your own meals.

More like, forfeit, pay for my own meals, and look weak.

Nah. Not happening.

[But yeah, arm's up, mace is on the ground between his feet.]

Do your worse.

...Well. Not quite. Try a little bit?

But you'd be in one piece. [She gets a firm grip on his hand, before smirking.] Let's put it this way. I won't break anything. [And it's Shayera, his arms' probably going down in like 10 seconds unless he's feeling particularly strong today.]

Why doesn't that make me feel better?

[Whiiiiine.

He does put up a valiant effort, all of his strength. Teeth gritting, even getting a little sweaty under the cowl.]

How did this happen?

Probably because it's really not much of a comfort. But give me credit for trying. [Meanwhile, Shayera is barely breaking a sweat. But she is impressed with how much Wally's trying.] Because I'm not paying for your meals.

So, you got any plans for games you're going to or anything?

Little bit of credit. But not all that much.

[Wally is noticing the lack of sweat and he appreciates that. He doesn't want to get it all over his palms, not while they're in the costume.]

Nope. None whatsoever. What're they making you do?

Oh, just for that. [SLAMMING YOUR HAND DOWN ON THE TABLE. She wins. To no surprise.]

Stuck on a giant turtle with everyone I know from an alternate universe.

[He whimpers. And folds like a wet paper towel.]

...Lucky you?

[There's a smug look on her face until he says that. It fades away to something more steeled and serious.] If you mean bad luck, then yeah. The place is hell sometimes.

Considering you actually went to hell once? I'm guessing that's. Accurate.

[Yeah, but hell didn't make me live my worst fear.] In a sense of getting out isn't easy, at least.

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