Thus Spoke Lady Shiva.

I wouldn't kill you, no. I would definitely break something of yours, yes.

On occasion, a thought rolls over on my train commute through Detroit; where could Shado be? Is she alive? A part of me hopes she is alive. She's a VERY amusing person for an utterly rancid killer.

We will revisit this in the time to come. I hope enlightenment crosses your path someday.

I wouldn't approve of you in anything, really, but the observation remains that; an observation. How is it that the worst of us, /Shado/, manages to live such an interesting life while you present to us a life of dishevelment? What have you earned, Slade Wilson?

How boring.

Will you sit there and rot?

As time passes, the palette of interesting people never reduce. Every day is a thrilling conversation, and that is enough. This world is so vast and limitless. We mustn't let age limit our potential for enlightenment.

In other, more compelling news, I've taken a part time job in an industrial plant. I am building the chassis of several vehicles and investing much of my blood on a finished build.

You could at least speak.

Other way around but the idea of keeping my hand clean before breaking your nose is very considerate of you.

I could change that.

You still haven't wiped your nose.

What do you think I'm referring to, and before you respond, do consider cleaning the phlegm hanging from your nose.

Lapse in Judgement!

You make it sound easy.

...sigh. You are either missing my point, or are having fun with me admitting my faults.

Barbara Gordon shuts me out and does not trust me.

....she...will not allow me to elaborate.

precisely. ...it is only a request. she doesn't need a mentor, or a parent.

You may be the best fit.