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[warchangedme]

I'm heeeere. Here at last!

Fashionably late, but who cares!?

Now, lets go have some fun and find me some Canadians and Britons...maybe some Russians, if they're post Cold War...or pre-Communism. I'm told I am not allowed within ten feet of the Soviet Union. Something about playing nice.

...China is okay if he feeds me. No Cubans.

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[voted_dead]

Nah, I don't eat most junk food. Other than that ... I'm doing about as expected.

[warchangedme]

Well, you get hungry, tell me. I still consider you one of mine. Villian, Anti-Hero, or Hero.

I'm...well I hope I can be glad at least.

[voted_dead]

Work continues, you know?

[warchangedme]

I'm not going to agree or disagree with you. I see things on on different terms than probably both you and Batman...hell, as much as I love Supes, I don't see things his way.

[Serious moment here.] Not every part of me is like Gotham, though. Please respect these places and the system there.

[And back to happy go lucky kid.] Also, as a US Marshal, I never said anything like that to you, got it?

[voted_dead]

Lips are sealed, America. I stick to Gotham anyway, so you're pretty safe there. If I really ever move out of Gotham, it'll be to do something totally out of character like settle down in the suburbs.

[warchangedme]

Get the old dream, right? White picket fence, hot wife and kids that you hopefully don't screw up as bad as you were screwed.

[voted_dead]

If I'm not doping up or selling the kids to psychopaths, I'm already better than my own parents.