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What does?

What doesn't?

...that's...a very dramatic stance.

Oh, oh! I know the answer - Det. Stephen's mother. She's just mildly itchy.

*hand on his aforementioned taser* (http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/8526003.html) You really don't wanna try me right now, pal.

meta!

Actually, that was Eckerson's mom.

That sounded disturbingly like a come-on. I'm afraid I don't swing that way; perhaps you should invite Rhas Al Ghul to that particular party.

*mutters* or your mother.

One of Gotham's undesirables?

ooc: you again! you're everywhere, you.

He is. He managed to shut down the district attorney's office today (http://in-dent-nation.livejournal.com/3891.html). He'll be caught soon enough.

OOC: :D *sings* You've got a friend in me...

Ah. I have every confidence in you, Detective.

ooc: *changes name* *moves country*

And sadly accurate.

That's too bad.

Feeling your age a bit, Lionel?

Apparently I don't bounce back from attempts on my life quite as quickly as I did before.

Who's attempting to kill you now?

I hope no one. But I was stabbed in prison not so long ago. I have too many war wounds, my dear.

I did hear about that. You've always been one to win friends and influence people wherever you go.

Actually, I was quite popular in prison. No one tried to kill me for months.

That's certainly a ringing endorsement if ever I've heard one. Still, I think I prefer you 'free-range'. You're less of a challenge when you're locked up.

Geneviève. That almost sounds like a compliment.

It does, doesn't it? I don't know what's come over me. I hope I'm not turning nostalgic.

Are ya okay, Mista Luthor?

I will be, Dagny. Thank you.

Don't sound like it, ya ain't lyin' or nothin' is ya? Cuz ah dun want ya ta be hurt.

...

Do you remember the friend I've mentioned to you before? She decided to... end our relationship. Or I did. It was very unclear.

Coo! Mon Cheri ah'm sorry ta hear dat! Why would she, or ya, do somethin' like dat? Ya spoke wit such fondness for her.

I was angry. Perhaps she's happier without me.

Ah can't speak ta dat, cuz ah don't rightly know. Is ya happier witout her? Cuz iffen ya ain't, mebe ya should go afta her an' make it right.

I wish things could be as straightforward as that.

Dey can't be? Ah don't see why not. Ya know, ah ain't good on dis relationship stuff, ah ain't never been in one, but ah know what ah'd like iffen it happened ta me.

Ah'm real sorry ya an' ya friend broke up, ah wish dare was somethin' ah could do.

What would you do, Dagny, to win someone back?

*Thinks very carefully about this.* Well, ah'd go outta mah way ta show 'em dat ah miss 'em. Dat ah'm sorry for whatever ah done ta make 'em run off, or dat ah was willin' ta try and make tings better. Ya know it usually takes two ta tango when it comes ta splittin' up.

An' flowers, mah pa always use ta get mah ma flowers when dey fought.

*smiles*

Thank you, Dagny. I always appreciate your advice.

Are ya gonna try and win her back?! *Beams.*

I'll let you know.

Ya can do it, and iffen ya figure it will be best ta part ways den ya'll find someone else. *Positive Polly obviously has had her coffee this morning.*

What hurts more than it used to? Besides the usual...aches and pains.

Getting over a loss.

Something I should be apprised of?

...or shall I ask Mrs. Teague?

Genevieve has nothing to do with it.

Of course not.

Who does then?

You know who does.

Somehow I don't believe you. Sounds like you're getting on just fine.

How are the gymnasts? Fit as ever, I assume?

Don't.

Wow, not even in shape to banter with me, something must be wrong.

~~God, I hope you're in pain. I hope it kills you like it kills me.~~