Doom Patrol HQ

[nation_citizens]

He turns the helmet over in his hands, the light glinting off his wedding band.

He's not sure what's eating him. Here he is, top of the world. They've just beaten the tar out of Mallah and Brain's latest scheme. His company has just expanded into the former Soviet Bloc, with stock prices going through the roof. He's married to the most beautiful

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[heart_of_steele]

Cliff looked down at the cards and then across the table at Larry. He looked down again, then up once more.

"Somethin's fishy about these cards."

[realdowner]

Larry adjusts his dealer's visor and surveys his hand.

"That'd be the mermaid design on the back," Larry replies innocently, "Honestly Cliff, would I ever cheat you?"

[heart_of_steele]

Cliff scowled as much as his face would allow.

"I think you're hidin' cards up them bandages, Mummy-Face."

[realdowner]

They could possibly be hiding a grin, too.

"Well, I think you're just on a losing streak."

[nation_doomp]

The Chief wheels himself up to Mento while the others talk.

"Steve. A word, please." He turns to wheel himself down a hall, away from the others.

[nation_doomp]

A tongue-in-cheek admonishment that Cliff and Larry were setting a poor example in front of women and children is interrupted just as it got to the tip of his tongue.

"I'll be right there, Niles."

He can't resist putting a hand on each man's shoulders. "Are you boys going to behave yourselves while I'm gone?"

[heart_of_steele]

Even Cliff can't resist a straight line like that. "Whatta ya talkin' about, Dayton? This is how we behave."

[realdowner]

"Yeah, we haven't even got to the casual violence yet."