[For Karen]

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Another day on ShitPit island and Brodie had the perfect place staked out. One couch in the rec room was currently home to about half of the comics that he'd found in the past week. Maybe something had finally knocked some fucking sense into the shelf, because it had been almost a goddamn WEEK of good finds. Fuck, but the shelf had actually given

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[callofkaren]

Karen hadn't been dwelling, not really, but there were some things she just needed an answer for, and only one person she was sure of who could provide that answer.

It was easier to go to Brodie than wander up to a guy and ask him if he was a superhero. That just led to people thinking you were crazy.

When she spotted Brodie she made her way over, and made space on the couch for herself before sitting down. No comics were harmed. "I have a comic-related question for you. Sort of."

[segaboybrodie]

It was probably a good thing that the shit Karen touched were the comics that he hadn't gotten a chance to go through yet. Cause if he found any fucking dings or tears, he would have known just who to look for.

"Actual comic book question or chick comic book question?" Brodie immediately asked, not bothering to specify what the hell that actually meant.

[callofkaren]

"What the hell does that mean?" Karen asked, but shook her head before Brodie could answer. She probably didn't want to know. "Actual comic book question concerning someone actually here. You know, like Rogue."

The implication being that Brodie could probably find a real comic book character from a mile away, and she didn't bother trying to hide it.

[segaboybrodie]

At first Brodie hoped Karen's question would be ABOUT Rogue. Specifically something about lesbians or something similar. Now THAT would have been something to be thankful for.

"Yeah, who?" He asked, setting aside a Batman issue with a ding on page 23.

Right in the middle of Catwoman's face, too.