on missing teammates

[datglass]

Aye, aye. Life's just no cracker here when it's just me and Cold; Piper and Trickster and the Boomerang lad cannae count as real Rogues if they refuse t'act like real Rogues. Or call themselves Rogues! Those two of course may as well be superballs for how often they bounce back and forth 'tween sides. I'm talking about the ones that willnae bust my head open like Cold will if I only so much as--

Ah... well...

Point is I'd like more excitement, go my dinger and all rather than feel like I'm bein' babysat. I miss them too, know? Rather have a drink and cards with the group than just Captain Cold. Just 'coz it's a pure drag being stuck with all the goodie expatriates. No Flash either to keep me -- or us -- entertained, aye, but a load of wee eggshells and mad whiny berks to deal with.

I'm the one who got the bloody short straw here!

Comments

[datglass]

I wasnae dumped, and that's the end o' it!

[racetimecontinuum]

Didyoutellhim. Sevenyearsbadluck.

Breaking a mirror.

[datglass]

I didnae tell him anything! Of all the bloody things ya got to bother me about!

[racetimecontinuum]

Youmakeitso eaaaaaaaaasy. Evan McCulloch, antisocialpersonalitydisorder.

Reeeepressssseeeed homoerotictendenciesprobably innnnnvoked fromchildhoodtraumaaaaaaaa.

[datglass]

Fuck's sake, ya really do got a death wish, don't ya?! Don't say one bloody thing more about me, Zoom. Unless yer really for a square go.

[racetimecontinuum]

Catchmeifyou caaaaaaaaaaan.

[datglass]

If I've caught up wae the Flash I can catch up wae you!

[racetimecontinuum]

Unnnnnnnlikely.

[datglass]

We'll just see about that, won't we!

[racetimecontinuum]

Typical roguearrogaaaaaance.

[datglass]

Ya earned it.

[racetimecontinuum]

Secondcompliment today. Growing sssssoft?

[datglass]

No, growin' pissed off! No one talks to me like that, ya buggery twat!

[racetimecontinuum]

Juuuuusssssst ---

did.

[datglass]

Ya show yer face around the City and I'm breaking you intae small enough pieces wee tykes can walk over them and think they're sand.

[racetimecontinuum]

Big talk. Forarecently deeeeeaaaaaadman.

[datglass]

It was just a lucky blow. I'm nae easy t'catch either.

[racetimecontinuum]

Tick. Tock. Ticktock. Ticktockticktocktiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick. Tock.

[datglass]

I'm ready now.

[racetimecontinuum]

You sure? Heisn'twhatyooooouuuu are used toooooooo.

[datglass]

[ Huffily: ] What!

[racetimecontinuum]

A. Real. Hero.

[datglass]

Ya think I give two cares about real heroes?

[racetimecontinuum]

No. That'swhyyou are a faaaaaaailllllllurrreee, Mirror Master.

[datglass]

The hell I am! Ya must be mistaking me for my doornail-dead predecessor.