~McCulloch~
"Kiwi?" Mark asked as he looked around to see her sitting on the couch watching T.V. "Kiwi, what was that about?"
"I don't like him." Kiwi said as she hugged her knees. "He's not Sam Scudder."
"Of course not. But Evan's the new Mirror Master and you're gonna have to accept it."
"He's taking Sam's place." Kiwi mumbled.
"He's not taking Sam's place." Mark rolled his eyes as he sat down next to her. "Look, Evan might not be Sam, but you're going to have to get used to him. He's no-."
"He's a druggy."
"You don't know that." Mark cocked a brow.
"His eyes are always red, he's always rubbing his nose, and he's a bit twitchy."
"That's still no reason to attack him when you saw him in the Mirror Master suit."
"That's Sam's gig. Sam was nice. This guy looks like an ass."
Mark narrowed his eyes. "Kiwi, Sam's dead, okay? I know how you and he were pretty close, but it's time to move on now. I'm pretty sure the only mantle he would never give away is-."
"The Golden Glider." Kiwi said softly.
"Exactly." Mark nodded. "We value people who voice their opinions freely and frankly, provided they are the same as our own."
"Mark Twain?" Kiwi looked up.
"You know it." He smiled. "Now, go and talk to him."
Kiwi rolled her eyes and got up, then she stopped and looked back. "You know, Mark. People think you're a big bad person, but in truth, you're the biggest sweetheart in the world."
"Only to you. If you tell anyone else I was this nice to you, I'll make a tornado in your belly and burst you wide open." His smug smile never faltered.
"You can do that!" Kiwi asked excitedly.
"You wanna see?" Mark held out his wand.
"No, maybe next time. I gotta go talk to McCulloch." She smiled and walked out.