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[agent_west]

Dear Mun,

You know, Uncle Bruce didn't go into a lot of detail about the Scarecrow when I asked him about his heroing days. But what little I do remember him saying indicates to me that you are an absolute sadist to have decided it'd be fun to get the guy to be my therapist. And even if it is pre-supervillain-time, I don't really care, because it's the thought that counts and the thought is like a broken glass smoothie.

You woke me up after over a year of a hiatus for this? Really? Can't I at least go to a game? Maybe we can find something with, you know, more heroes instead of having a future madman pour over my classified personnel file.

...and it might be nice okay to see my dad again.

Signed,
Agent West

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[under_separate_cover]

Oh dear Lord, someone else under Crane's tutelage and "care"? I mean, seriously: my mun finds it too damned amusing to throw him at me, making an example of the time that I was sent to a psych ward instead of gaol after a dubious drunk-driving charge I was facing... Without even driving! [And R scoffs, of course.] Seriously, though: I don't think that that quack should be tending to anyone's mental health!

[Um, Rosie? You do realise that Crane AND his mun also watch this community, too? xD <3 Silly girl, really now...]

[agent_west]

I have no idea what a 'gaol' is but preach on, sister. This is hùnzhàng and the fact I have to sit there and have my mun eagerly try and push me to go over my entire career with the guy is just insane.

[under_separate_cover]

[[Whoops, sorry; I forget that not everyone is used to UK spellings of things! xD <333 what she meant by "gaol" was "JAIL", though it's pronounced the same way, really!]]

Oh really? Well, then, you're at least lucky enough to have your talks with that quack relate only to your work-related relationships, and NOT-- say-- your personal relationships, with alcohol, and with People, too, of course... [R wrinkles her nose, slightly, in distaste at the idea of continuing that conversation with the damned Quack who her Mundane is so bloody fascinated with!]

[agent_west]

When work is your life to the degree mine is, it'd be easier if he went that route. Besides, I need to clear a psych eval to be put back on the job. Weirdly enough, though, he didn't actually take the opportunity to dive into my personal demons. Whatever factory churns out psychiatrists seems to have put out a buggy product, there.

[under_separate_cover]

[R chuckles] Y' know, I'm not sure it's a "factory" so much as a damned medical school which "churns out' these quacks. I mean, you ever hear the joke about what the MD at the bottom of his class is called?

And as for you and your personal demons-- why, that's just--. Sad, mate! I mean, really now, we need to get you OUT of the damned house and have some real fun, eh wot...?

[agent_west]

No, I haven't heard that joke. I'm not exactly up on that whole field. Anything to do with medicine or psychology is on my avoid list.

I'm good. Really. I mean... [This is awkward, because she's nice, but.] I'd rather be working. I need to be working. It's important.

[under_separate_cover]

[Another chuckle, albeit a brief one, really] I mean, seriously?! They're called "Doctor So-and-so" whether they were at the top of their class, or the bottom! And frankly, though that particular quack likes to act so damned Clever, well--. I strongly suspect he graduated at the bottom of his class...

But hey: if you have to go through that quack to get back on the job, then why not enjoy yourself a little bit whilst you wait for the whole "approval to return to duty" forms to be finished by that Doc? [She beams at Orin, and grabs for his arm, eagerly.] C'mon, let's go and get a drink, or something....