soon.

[goodsoldier]

Aw, are you finally filling out my dance card? That's sweet. Really thoughtful of you. It's only been months. I'm so touched! Also, fuck you. I think that's a given, right?

This username can fuck right off too, by the way. Someone else could probably make better use of it, since I've never seen myself like that. You're only keeping it out of spite and sentimentalism. Which is a weird combination, just so you know.

And I'm not homesick — at all — so consider the usual requests re: "family" and Gotham made.

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[alostsoldier]

That's never how I saw myself, either, but I guess his word trumps ours.

[goodsoldier]

Hard to argue when you're dead. Or "dead."

[alostsoldier]

[A wry smile.] No quotation marks for me.

[goodsoldier]

... sorry to hear that.

[He politely refrains from trying to stick a hand through her. COME ON that's what ghosts are for :(]

[alostsoldier]

[She appreciates that, Jason.

And she just shrugs.]

It's - you know. Shit happens.

And I get to haunt people, so that's kind of cool.

[bodilesswarrior]

Ever thought they'd be more accommodating if you cursed at them less?

[goodsoldier]

No, because that's bullshit.

[bodilesswarrior]

You shouldn't dismiss a hypothesis without testing it.

[goodsoldier]

You should if it's bullshit.

[bodilesswarrior]

[She rolls her eyes, but she's grinning.]

Stubborn as ever.

[holyblankbatman]

Jason.

[ And he's just going to he standing a little way from him. Just incase he gets shot or something.]

[goodsoldier]

[Jason only looks to the side, heaves a theatrical sigh, then looks back at Dick with an exaggerated expression of manic happiness, because he's irritated and he's going to spread it around.]

Dick!! Oh my god, have you lost weight? C'mere, man.

[Oh lord, he is approaching with arms outstretched for a hug. A hug that looks like potential death.]

[holyblankbatman]

[ Oh god. The hug of death. Because that's what he needs now. He's just going to arch his eyebrow at that reaction though but he's not stepping back or away.]

Nah. Just the whole circus training thing. Keeps you light.

[goodsoldier]

[UGH NO, why doesn't Dick ever do anything Jason wants him to do, GOD. This game of hug chicken is mutually assured destruction! But Jason's never backed down from that so they'll just have to both enjoy ("enjoy") what is, at least on Jason's end, a deliberate good impression of the world's most socially awkward hug. It has shades of elderly grandparent, over-emotional single art teacher, and something maybe like Bruce In Public Without His Idiot Playboy Persona. Muffled—]

Well, it's really working for you. You don't look like a total douchewad.

[holyblankbatman]

[ Please, Dick wins every game of Chicken. Even gay chicken. He's just a winner like that. It's a awarked hug to get from your "dead brother" but Dick does his best to pat Jason on the back gently before stepping away. You could almost feel the awarked in the room. It was like a living breathing thing. Like someone was playing "Friday" at full volume but no-one wanted to admit they hated it.]

Well thanks not sure that's really a compliment, next think you'll say is you like seeming me in tights.

[mayonaise]

Did someone order extra spicy because this is hot.