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A DCAU drabble.
A thought I've always wanted to flesh out, but never actually have.
His first visit in a couple weeks. Daisy's six months pregnant, and he's been swamped with work.
He brings a couple of CDs. Rap.
He sits back in the lobby. The guy at the desk asks him first if he’s a reporter, then if he’s a former interviewee. He fills out the forms and wears the rubber coat and gloves even though he doesn’t need them.
"Hi, Virg," she says to him a couple minutes later, into the prison phone.
"Hey."
"Got anything good?"
"Brought you some CDs."
"Better not be any of that hip hop crap."
"Happy birthday, Les."
A DCAU drabble.
A thought I've always wanted to flesh out, but never actually have.
His first visit in a couple weeks. Daisy's six months pregnant, and he's been swamped with work.
He brings a couple of CDs. Rap.
He sits back in the lobby. The guy at the desk asks him first if he’s a reporter, then if he’s a former interviewee. He fills out the forms and wears the rubber coat and gloves even though he doesn’t need them.
"Hi, Virg," she says to him a couple minutes later, into the prison phone.
"Hey."
"Got anything good?"
"Brought you some CDs."
"Better not be any of that hip hop crap."
"Happy birthday, Les."