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Will do. If that's everything, I'll talk to you later. Have a good one.

[Will do because he's...Will. Hilarious.]

[All these conversations happen while he's in the kitchen, don't they.]

Sure it did. [She's hesitant to ask, he's hesitant to go into too much detail.] Every time I've had to do it, I've changed. That's why I only do it if I have to.

[Worse, usually.]

Oh...

[ WHAT KIND OF ANSWER WAS SHE EXPECTING. She doesn't even know herself. ]

[Will tries to keep his infomodding to murderers after they've murdered, so he can't say what answer she was expecting, either.]

Who's been talking about this stuff anyway?

[You know, so he can bark at them. Maybe. Depending on what he finds.]

No one! [ Did that sound too forced? ] I mean... I've been thinking... a lot. For a while...

[Dangerous thinking, it spreads.]

And it gave you more questions than you had before you started thinking about it so much?

[Yeah, he's a liar. A liar who's made himself at home (why don't you, Mary, really?) and isn't getting much out of bothering Gunther. The dog takes it like a champ, reaches out with his tongue to get Will's foot drawn back quickly, the half smile on his face showing how much he absolutely would not mind a little dog slobber. And how much he likes Clark, on his own, answered with a nod. Not a lot of them named Clark, and only one Clark Kent. That seems to be an unfortunate thing, some days. The world would be better with more like him, as far as Will's concerned.]

Freddie...mentioned that I was locked up, when she first arrived. But Abigail wasn't here then. She might not have done it if she was. [Because no matter how much bad blood Freddie Lounds and Will Graham had between them, keeping the peace for Abigail Hobbs still took priority. That's something he can drink to.] Don't know how to say "you've been kinder than we're used to, you and John," without that sounding...insulting by comparison. But you have. Probably why she latched onto you.

[Because she didn't latch onto Hannibal or anything, either, right?

Oh, Will.]

.... yes.

Dr. Crane said we all have monsters inside us and that it doesn't seem to be a bad thing necessarily, but... I don't really know if you can still call yourself a good person if you do something bad.

[Ah, yes, Crane has been reading Harry Potter.

Quietly, in the way that suggests Will's not aware he's saying it out loud, Sasha gets:]

What a crock of shit.

[That moment when he realizes, on the tail end of such foul language, that he not only said it out loud, but said it out loud to a teenager:]

—I mean—

[—and then realizes said teenager is from the place as Annie, who's definitely heard such terrible language before. And that he's not really in the business of treating teenagers like actual infants, in any way, so the momentary lapse just drives it further home that, really, what he means is?]

Between us, what I mean is, the idea of every single person having a monster inside of them isn't something I'd consider accurate. [Wow such education much] Sounds like shit to me.

[better]

[ Some of the tension in her shoulder dissipates hearing that from Will. ]

Well, he did say sometimes things have to be done for the "greater good".

[ Therefore all this talk about evil and good are subjective, but she's still trying to wrap her head around it in a world where humans fight one another over so many petty things. ]

That defending ourselves isn't really "wrong" either...

[He's going to stare at Crane a little more than usual next time they see each other at work, he just knows it's going to happen.]

Defending yourself isn't wrong. How you defend yourself, though, that's important. [Dinner might not be getting made, but coffee. Coffee is definitely happening.] No offense meant to Doctor Crane by what I just said, of course.

[Still shit, tho.]

[ She's quiet for a good twenty seconds. ]

... if I tell you something, will you keep it a secret?

[ Oh, Will. And oh Freddie. Sweet peach. Why doesn't he ever sound like he hates Freddie Lounds as much as he ought to (at least to her eye)? Curious boy. ]

I'm not insulted. [ Can't speak for John. ] I had become fond of Miss Lounds, and the plan was for her to be in the bridal party. She owed me for a little something and being here in so little time, I didn't precisely have a plethora of female friends to choose from. I figured she would at least make it memorable.

[ It's the easy kind of rambling that seems dismissive, because in a way it is. While the topic of Freddie is intriguing to her (and the topic of Mary's kindness utterly is not), she doesn't wish to convolute the intent of this visit. And while she has her points to make, and her questions to answer, she can be patient. Will's proven himself nothing but a friend so far, and even knowing what she does so far doesn't change that a bit. John really doesn't need to know any of it, save for the confirmation of Hannibal's hand in Abigail's murder. And above all that, at the worst it merely makes him a person of interest to her. Thank God he left. ]

He may be gruff about it, and doesn't quite understand your...humor, but he's made of sturdier stuff than you might think. Keeps his own friend that's ruffled his feathers for ages, and they couldn't be closer.

[ Of course John has so much room for one brilliant git in his life, which is fine. More for her. ]

I suppose we all have our crosses to bear, and that's something that's easy to understand.

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[Immediate, curious:]

I will.

[ Quietly: ]

I think in my future I might... hurt some people. Jean and Armin said our plans succeeded, but I haven't experienced that yet.

[Oh.]

But you don't know if you actually did hurt anyone? They won't tell you?

[ She's been afraid to ask. ]

Jean said we have to be prepared to kill. Armin already —

It doesn't sound like there's a way around it.

Do you think you're prepared to kill, if there really isn't a way around it?

... I don't know. Thinking about it makes me feel sick.

There were some boys a while back... they had a knife. Annabeth saved me, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't point a weapon at another human being.

[Everything happens so much.]

Do you only know how to defend yourself using a weapon?

They taught us hand-to-hand combat during training, but it's useless against titans.

I know how to use a bow and arrow.

You remember the hand-to-hand combat you were taught? Because that works on people, and it's good to know.

[What, is he supposed to encourage anything else here?]

[ You have no idea, Bruce thinks, in regard at least to Clark being a nice guy, but it's not quite the mood he wants to portray right now; one of professionalism and aloofness. ]

I bring a variety of resources beyond my own personal experience on cases. If there's anything to uncover - and I have no doubt that there is, considering the circumstances of her disappearance - I'll find it.

[ The change of voice gives Bruce pause. That is...very strange, not least because it's an odd power for someone to have, if it is indeed a power, and not an actual talent. It implies - either way, really - a sponge like approach to information, particularly where people are concerned. Special Investigator indeed. Some sort of Profiler, maybe. With experience in the field? That was certainly unusual.

Okay, so he had to learn more about Will too, but it would tie into his investigation of Lounds. ]

Before we speak any further, I should for the sake of clarity introduce myself; I'm known as the Batman. I wear a mask to conceal my identity, and protect the people I care about.

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