I have such a fucking headache.

I need a fucking drink. Or a day off.

Fisk is like, barely my circus. It’s more of a systemic injustice anyway. He’s been locked up like, who knows how many times? And I fight the system every day, so. You’re just sentimental, and sometimes for the wrong people.

What does a steamy make out session have to do with standing up to injustice? You know, forgiving him just like, perpetuates that the behavior is okay. I hate that ‘they’ve changed so it’s okay now’ shit.

You know, I could like, write something up. I’m on a lot of forums.

Not to mention the coverup. I guess you could alter the message however you want running a popular media outlet like that. Guess you could write your involvement out too. Well, and that’s the problem with people and money. It just turns them fucking evil.

The guy from the Bugle? Where’d he get that kind of funding? They sell papers, sure, but not enough to fund supervillain creation. Skimming wouldn’t go unnoticed either. Jamison is somewhat wealthy outside of the paper business, but again, not that wealthy. It was just him? No benefactor?

Oh, yeah. You’re totally at a disadvantage, Jess. What the fuck? She doesn’t let her being entirely out of her depth show on her face though. She’s calm, collected, maybe a little stern. “Yeah, I know it. You tell me your version, though.” Totally lying.

She blinks. Is she at a disadvantage? She doesn’t feel like she is. Maybe she is then. What would someone really smart say? “All of it.” Nailed it.

Your used tissue?

Wow. My parents just stayed dead. People really like cloning shit and building shit to fuck with you. I wonder why that is.

“No, I know. I’m like, really good with faces.” Part of the whole PI thing. The things that get stuck in her brain…

I like details.

“Right, well, I’m…I guess you already know.” That’s not new. A lot of people just seem to know her. She chalks it up to being good at her job and hopefully nothing else.

Man, what the fuck?

I’m not. You have clones. I have…what I have.

Staring. Face all scrunched up like that’ll make her recognize this lady. Nope. No bells rung.

I’m getting a headache.

Your what. Why were you roasting your clone daughter? Who the fuck cloned your daughter? That’s some seriously sick shit.

Just. The what. Who?

The what.

Gross.

Anyone who says ‘do you know who I am?!’ or some shit like that automatically loses. Everybody knows that.

Snort.

Getting a migraine.

My fucking eyes.

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