"Are you still-" Jade walks in, towelling her hair dry. "-wondering whether you should apologise or not?"
"Yes."
Ah, she knows him
well.
"Don't. She's spent more time living around humans than you have thanagarians. She has far more reason to know about human culture than you do to know thanagarian culture. And I'm sure that the League-"
She sits down on the bed, putting the towel down and picking up a brush.
"-spent more time talking about you than you did Thanagar."
That is one thing we do know is true. Even for the meetings we
didn't get to see, I'm sure 'Orange Lantern's latest
Thing' was a frequent topic of discussion.
"Probably true. But, Batman told me to fix my relationships with the League members. And I.. tend to feel that as a superhero I-. It's not about doing the least I could do, or what I'm expected to do."
"I know."
A conscience is a painful thing, sometimes. But it's also what stops you from becoming another Larfleeze...
I look down at the duvet for a moment.
"I.. know. Everywhere we go, I try working. Um. I just-. It's a habit I've gotten into, and basically everywhere I've gone is a place where I've had work to do. I don't really… I don't really know other places."
...Yeah, when you think about it, that's actually
true. How often
do we see OL go somewhere for a reason other than 'checking up on an asset' or on a mission for
God N.E.M.O'?
"You like being a superhero."
"I like doing what I do. I like… Some kind of problem-of-the-week television series, you know? Go to somewhere strange and new, fix the underlying problems that they -for some reason- can't fix using my 'outsider powers'."
And
sometimes, that's what's
needed to overcome the ingrained genre blindness of DC natives... But I bet it gets reeeeal
tiring.
She gives me a small but curious frown.
"Is there really nothing else you do?"
The downside of doing what you enjoy for a job: finding out that sometimes, you
don't enjoy it as much.
I… Shrug, awkwardly. "I did… Design an entire edition of Warhammer Forty Thousand?"
"That's the.. wargame you and Zatanna cosplay, isn't it? With the-" She points her right forefinger at her dressing gown covered left breast. "-piercing."
"You'd have to point your hand in a lot more places than that. Yeah-yes, that's the one."
And knowing OL, he really
did have all of the
appropriate piercings... Never does things by
half, he does.
"Why?"
"Because I didn't like the rules as they were. It wasn't balanced, the costs didn't reflect the utility of different unit and weapon choices, they didn't even
bother balancing things between Codices, which is the entire
point of even
having point values, Games Workshop
uses effectiveness as a tool to get existing players to buy the new stuff, rather than properly balancing the game to encourage new players to take it up.
"
Sadly, that's still a thing. Not
only in Warhammer circles, though. How many games have
you seen add a new set of gear that's ludicrously stronger early on, then gets nerfed once a lot have paid for it?
I slump a little.
"They've already started editing the perfectly balanced version I created. Did they simulate billions of games while temporarily a god? I don't think so."
Alas, Games Workshop is not known for being sensible in
any universe. I bet it's the development team going all sour grapes that their pet army doesn't
curbstomp have
some edge over all others...
Ah…
"How-? How about you? Your newfound love of ballroom dancing notwithstanding?"
For instance, what would you do on time off between Shadows missions, hmm?
"I… Usually spend the first part of any assignment learning about local culture. I go to their hangouts, shopping precincts, bars and clubs, museums and theatres, trying to get a feel for how they think."
"How their society works."
...And ways to break it? That would probably be a focus given her typical missions.
She nods. "When I was a Shadow, it was basic reconnaissance. Now, it's… More of a habit."
"Do you..? Like it?"
Travelling? Or doing what she used to do for better reasons now?
Exploring strange new worlds, meeting new life, new civilisations? It's an
old saw, sure, but it became that way because it's a
good sentiment.
"-don't-" She shakes her head. "-know. I wouldn't like not doing it, because it's part of the system-." She looks away for a moment, thinking about how to phrase it. "It's part of how I make sure that a place is safe. With aliens, I doubt I'm learning as much as my instincts tell me I am, but it… Works. I still can't pass as native, but I could pass as someone who's been in the area for a while. And sometimes I pick up information related to our job."
It's too ingrained to feel comfortable not doing.
Everybody has things like that.
"But it's still work. Or work-adjacent."
"When I started with the Shadows, I used to pick up a small doll whenever I went somewhere. At one point I had a small collection. But then we had to get out of a safe house in a hurry and they all got left behind. I didn't bother getting any more after that. It wasn't really a lifestyle that lent itself to materialism. How about reading?"
Why not start doing that again? It might help if you have something to help you remember what
good you did for a place.
"Reading? Oh. Ah, not really. I mean, I used to read science fiction and fantasy, and now…"
I shrug, and she nods.

Now you
live it. Fiction kinda
pales before doing the things you used to read about, huh?
"I read his-. No, I have my ring shove the contents of history books into my brain. That's not really the same."
"I read briefing documents. They've offered me cybernetic implants to do what your ring does, but that always sounds like a bad idea."
I remember a description something like 'having an encyclopedia turned into juice and poured into your skull'... Maybe not in this story, but the sentiment is
probably applicable. Simply
knowing something all of a sudden isn't as
satisfying as doing it the slow way...
"If the Director's cleared them, then they're almost certainly safe for humanoids. But I can understand not wanted to alter your mind like that."
She nods. "Exactly."
No, Jade,
that hint might be just a bit
too subtle for him...
"Again. I-."
"It's fine." She looks me directly in the eyes. "If anything, it makes it easier for me to see who's had their mind altered by the Reach and who hasn't. There's no amount of empathy that would stop me killing someone who's been twisted like that. They're not themselves any more."
Ooh, do I detect a hint of a deep-down fear of her own? Thoughts of what she might have become one day without someone to break her out of the League of Shadows mindset?
…
"I am. I may be a little nicer, but I'm still me."
And at the end of the day, that's the
best thing to be.
"Good show."
She thinks for a moment.
"So far this hasn't worked. We're doing different work, but that wasn't what we're trying to do."
You need something
entirely unlike what you do for work. Something that you can sink yourself into without being reminded of your day job...
"I'm open to ideas."
Jade puts down her brush.
"Teach me how to play Warhammer Forty Thousand."
I don't know... Wouldn't '
Warhammer: Fantasy Battles' be more pleasantly different to your day job?
I nod. "Which edit-?" I blink. "What?"
"It has different editions? How long as it been out for?"
Debuted 1987, in its
earliest form, as
Rogue Trader, more of an RPG-lite skirmish game... Which makes it
35 years old this year. In their time, it'd be in it's
fifth edition.
My face involuntarily relaxes, my mouth falling slightly open.
"What? I don't have any better ideas. I'm interested in what a 'perfectly balanced' game looks like."
Hmm... What army would she play, I wonder? Overwhelmingly powerful? Sneaky? Characterful? It's an odd statistic, but anecdotal evidence says most female players enjoy
Tyranids,

for some reason...
"Get thee behind me, foul temptress."
She crosses her arms, looking at me incredulously.

Haha,
yes. That's about the reaction I'd
expect from an old
grognard like OL who's been caught on the hop like that...
"Is this what gate keeping feels like? 'No girls allowed'?"
"Alright."
Just... Don't ask why all Space marines are
male, all right?

It's just one of those
things.
I stand up and take a display table that I haven't meticulously prepared to display the iconic elements of each faction along with a selection of
properly scaled titans. I walk around behind it like a salesman displaying his wears as she gets up off the bed and walks over to look at the Black Templars.
"Space gothic knights?"
Yes, those are walking war machines taller than
skyscrapers. For reference, a
Gundam, at an average of 19m (59 feet, or 10 times a human's size) would be
knee-high to that
Warlord Titan. A jet fighter would be about the size of one
gun.
...I knew
exactly what pic that was before I clicked on it. And yes, I
did see the models first... Because they're in focus and in the foreground.

The background, however, is quite
pleasant too.
"You're not wearing a shirt and I'm looking at the models."
I smile warmly.
"And I wouldn't have it any other way."
True, the setting of 40k has its
appeals. Just consider all the pin-up art people have done over the years.
