Henry vs Robin is probably one of my highlights in writing this. That said, I don't think I'll ever be pleased with it.

"Nya-ha!" Henry exclaimed. "What's up?"

"What's up?" Robin said. "You threw a corpse through my window! You can't just do that!"

"I suppose you're DEAD right on that one!" Henry exclaimed. "Of CORPSE, I wasn't the one who killed them! I was just making funeral arrangements! Nya-ha!"

"I don't know if it means anything to you, but I hear that laugh in my nightmares." Robin said. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you about your profile, before anything else." He pulled out a piece of paper. "For some reason, under eye color, there's just a messy mark that appears to be a combination of ink and blood."

"Do you want to see my eye?" Henry asked, an almost maliciously cheery smile plastered on his face.

"Umm…" Robin paused. "...Know what? I think I'm good." He replied. "So you said you didn't kill that person?"

"Correct!" Henry exclaimed.

"So you haven't killed anybody- That's a stupid question." Robin interrupted himself.

"Nya-ha!"

"Right. Henry, people who are accustomed to killing…" Robin said gently. "People like you, they tend to get a little...stir-crazy if they don't kill for a while."

"Oh, don't worry about that!" Henry said. "I've been with Nowi, playing with kids!"

"Oh," Robin responded, surprised. "That's...That's actually pretty pleasant...Wait, what games?" He asked quickly.

"Oh, you know, some of the classics!" Henry said. "'Find Your Finger', 'You Can Fly if You Believe,' 'Don't Tell The Cops,' 'Tighten the Gag-'"

"Please stop!" Robin exclaimed. "I feel like, the more you tell me, the more of an accessory I become. How does Nowi let you do all of this?!"

"Oh, those are the days I go alone!" Henry replied.

Robin nodded, and, slowly, pulled his sword out and placed it on his desk.

"Henry, I'm going to fire you." Robin said.

"Do you mean like a barbecue?" Henry asked. "Put some seasoning on me and I would taste fantastic! Human flesh is a bit of an acquired taste! Nya-ha!"

"Henry!" Robin exclaimed. "I'm going to fire you, as in remove you from the Shepherds. Am I going to need this sword to defend myself?"

"Probably!" Henry replied. "I'm not gonna attack you! Honestly, you can only hear noblemen scream for mercy so many times before you begin to grow a little restless." He admitted. "Now I can travel the countryside, claiming lives as I see fit!"

"Ok." Robin said. "Is Nowi OK with that?"

"Sure! Cynthia convinced her that it'd be pretty cool to be a superhero!"

"So, while she's being all superheroy, you're just gonna be Dexter Morgan?"

"At best!" Henry exclaimed. "Nya-ha!"

"Right." Robin relaxed a bit, although his grip never left his blade. "Well, I wish you luck in your quest to torture the hopefully guilty." Robin said. "I look forward to meeting up with you in a few years, when you've become a lumberjack with a stupid beard."

"Nya-ha!" Henry exclaimed, getting up to leave the office.

"Wait." Robin said. "How did you get that reference?"

Henry smiled maliciously at him. He walked over to the tactician and whispered something in his ear.

"...SON OF A BITCH!" Robin exclaimed. "I JUST STARTED THE THIRD SEASON!"

"Nya-ha!" Henry exclaimed, before he leaped out of the newly repaired window, shattering it.

"...The little shit spoiled Breaking Bad for me!" Robin muttered. "And he never answered my question..."

How can Henry know those references? I probably won't explain that.

He, like Robin, is also kinda a dick. A murderous dick, but a dick nonetheless.

Up next: Olivia!