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Hey Admiral, while you're scraping the bottom barrel of hell for inmates, why not grab Attila the Hun while you're at it?

Fuck this place. Even Arkham does a better job.

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Private.

[crossestheline]

What the hell do you think my problem is? Whoever is running this hellhole thinks I'm on the same level as the likes of Deathstroke and fucking Cain. I am not the same as them.

Private.

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No. [Slightly grudging to admit it, but it's not like Jason's wrong. He just doesn't like agreeing with him. About anything. B(]

Still, people in jail for fraud are right with the murderers.

Private.

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Depends on the severity of crime. There are different levels of jail, and different sentences. I mean, come on. A month ago you were just saying how your dad wouldn't want you to waste any more of your time here, and yet here you are again with no memories of being here. It's messed up.

[Jason isn't trying to take a pot shot at him, he really thinks it was a messed up thing for the Admiral to do.]

Private.

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[It still sucks to hear, and Tim goes quiet for a moment.] That wasn't me. [It sounds like he's talking through grit teeth, just for a moment. Because he sure doesn't want to think about what his dad would think of him, right now.]

I wasn't saying he's some great guy. But at least the Barge can hold Deathstroke and Cain.

[Dude no place is worse than Arkham okay]

Private.

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Are you sure it wasn't? [Jason has seen enough in his time to know it could easily go either way.]

Pfft, yeah. For all of five minutes. People come and go here all the time. Here's a better question for you; do you think either of them deserve a second chance? Think of how many people don't get another shot at life.

Private.

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It. Wasn't. Me. [And that is probably the last he will say about it because he is having issues. B(]

No. [Hnnn he shouldn't say that, but. Slade was involved in Bludhaven. Dana died there. His fake uncle Eddie. If it was up to him, there wouldn't be many second chances to hand out.]

But it's not my call.

Private.

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[Doesn't push it because for once he's not pissed at Tim.]

What if you were the one calling the shots?

Private.

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[Slade would have been in Bludhaven.

But it kind of unsettles him, that that's his first reaction, so he doesn't say that.]

There are a lot of other people I'd give a second shot first.

Private.

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You and me both. Heh, this would count as my third chance. The multiverse probably feels like it owes me after I helped save it's sorry ass.

Private.

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Come again?

Private.

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You're talking to the guy who traveled across the multiverse with Donna Troy and one of the Green Lanterns to help save the day.

Private.

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What. [He can't even phrase it as a question, it's too utterly absurd and WHAT.]

Private.

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You heard me. I met the Bruce who was here during my travels. The two of us fought together for awhile. [Before he gets his head smashed in.]

He gave me the Red Robin costume, which you eventually end up wearing. [Tsks.] You need your own style, Timmy.

Private.

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Red Robin? I don't think so. Sounds kind of lame to me. [This is all being filed in the TO THINK ABOUT LATER bin in his mind.]

Private.

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What I'm trying to figure out is how you got the suit. I threw it out in the garbage when I was done. I didn't take you for the dumpster diving type.

Private.

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Dude, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not Red Robin.

Private.

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Not now, but you will become him. Unless you make a deal here that changes all of that. [Shrugs his shoulders.] Even if you don't chose that name, you'll still need a new one.