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[Hank's looking a little more haggard than usual when he makes this post. He's tired and fucking wore out from a long stretch of just being perpetually pissed and sad. And goddammit, he wants his hope back, but it's been sliding.]

[He's still fuckin' trying, though.]

[He positions the phone so it's showing an old-timeyish looking Detective's office. We're talking he went for the Sam Spade aesthetic. He plants himself in a desk seat.]

So, I know I just fuckin' talked about getting a promotion. But I had some things go wrong with my last case. [Some big things. People kept going missing, for one.] Connor got assaulted by a decorated officer. And while he's getting what's due uh... I don't know. I figured it'd be better if I got him out of there while he was recovering emotionally. And this fuckin' job would require less walking.

[Those are his excuses? Real reason number one? Connor can't understand all those extra languages at the moment. Real reason number two? Being in the middle of the police station when his year runs up doesn't sound like the best plan. And for some people? Seems like it's not taking a year.]

[He sure as shit would like to stop losing fucking friends. Thanks.]

[Hank turns himself in his chair.] This is my new private detective's office. So now I get to take pictures for paranoid fuckin' people looking for reasons for divorce. I'm really goddamn excited about that. [He smears his hand down his face, then scratches his beard.]

But uh. It was time I said good-bye to the job. [He'd always said this was his last chance to be a cop, and here it is. But damn if the heaviness of that loss isn't weighing on him too.]

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Regularly. What’s your point?

Are you punishing me for us not talking as much since... For not talking as much since things went sideways?

Dude, I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m pretty sure you’re barking up a tree in an entirely different forest from the one I’m in. I have never talked to you before in my life.

I think you're Jason Todd. And we're not strangers. We knew each other in the Village.

Pretty sure I would’ve remembered if you and I’d met in the Village. Place wasn’t that big.

[Hank in the background pipes up.] You remember Seifer? Right?

‘Course I remember Seifer. He’s my brother.

[Oh. That... Nida can't even explain how much that hurts.]

I see. Alright. I... If you need help, Hank. I'm available for it. That's really all I have, I guess. So, uh, call me if you need me, right?

Whatever happened, Jason, don't do it again. Seifer would be hurt if you forgot him.

Yeah.... I'll definitely give you a call. And uh.... starting to suspect what might have happened here. Erasing memories was a thing the Head used.

I'll talk to him.

[He'll take the phone back, because he needs to figure out what else that Jason might have also forgotten.]

It's okay, Hank. Don't... don't worry about it. It's fine. It doesn't matter. He remembers Seifer. That's good enough. I gotta go.

[He can't handle this right now. Or possibly ever.]