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Show's over, go home.

What do you expect from me?
You're the one who quit.

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Nothing sayin' you can't come back. This place could use a second rate carjacker.

Well, goshdarn. That's real sweet of you.

All the holiday spirit in the air's contagious. [A dry tone.]

You make me miss that place already. It always smelled a bit like home.

You mean home smelled this fishy too? [And she's not being entirely literal here.]

That's one way to put it. Fishy, crazy. Same thing, different pile.

I can think of a better pile analogy than fish. [A small smile.]

So, what're you even up to without the turtle keeping you down?

Oh, you know. Nothing.

How's the petting zoo? Cars must be easier to get now that I'm not around.

Sure, the competition's down, but I miss having a spotter.

[SHRUG.]

Things have been pretty quiet. I'd say it was too quiet, but I don't go in for paranoia.

You don't have to say it, I know you miss having the work done for you.

That's a shame. Paranoia's the best weapon to equip yourself with. It's a good time to start thinking about what would happen if that turtle decided to go for a dive.

Hey, other versions of me were worshipped as goddesses. It a crime to think I might deserve an acolyte like you?

[Whut.]

I try not to, thanks. Scubadiving's not really my thing.

50-50, goddess. That's no crime in my books.

You're on a giant turtle and you haven't thought about your swim gear?

I'm thinking 60-40. I have a lot more skills than carjacking and that's worth an extra cut.

And, no. I leave that to the Atlanteans and stick to the sky.

I remember having a 50-50 deal. We didn't shake on it, but we shared a look while we were being rushed.

Flyers are all the rage now a days.

Looks don't hold up in court.

[Mind, neither would their antics...]

Beats drowning.

[ Oh he's not even going to say anything. Nope. Nothing.]

Run along. You don't want to turn into a pumpkin, do you, boy scout?

Nothing is over until you give up.

I'd expect that from a six year old.

[Damian. Glares. Hard.]

Does that make it incorrect?

No, I guess not.

Sorry, I don't give out candy for getting the right answer.

>Tt.< Candy is not overly good for you, anyway.

[there is probably a linkin park song appropriate to this scenario.

Bruce never has dealt with his problems in anything approaching an adult manner.]

Jason.

[But what can he say, really?]

Good job, that is my name.

[His jaw tenses, but otherwise he doesn't react. It's Jason's weakness to needle raw wounds just as it's his weakness to have them in the first place.]

I wasn't ... glad to see you go.

Heh.

Are you sure? I didn't play nice, I wasn't going to either.

I never expected that you would.

Bruce. [He snorts and smiles. It's not friendly, it's a smile that says 'you know what-'] You couldn't have proved my point better.

[His jaw tenses.]

What do you want me to say, Jason?

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