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

Nothing is over until you give up.

[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?]

Oh, you know. Nothing.

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

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

I'd expect that from a six year old.

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.

Good job, that is my name.

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.

[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.

[Damian. Glares. Hard.]

Does that make it incorrect?

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?

No, I guess not.

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

Heh.

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

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 never expected that you would.

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.

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?

Looks don't hold up in court.

[Mind, neither would their antics...]

Beats drowning.

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

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