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“You CAN’T cancel the show! What are you idiots thinking?!” Jim exclaimed as he threw open the door, nearly breaking it off its hinges.

Rockwell sat politely at his desk. On his face was that shit-eating, all-knowing grin that Rockwell so frequently had on his face that Jim hated. It was a face that told Jim that this entire thing was just a game to him, a face that confirmed how little he really cared.

“I’m not the one who made that decision. That was up to the studio, not me.” Rockwell sat back in his chair when Jim slammed his hands down on his desk, sighing.

“You must have known we were getting canned! How long did you know? Why didn’t you tell us sooner? Why didn’t you tell ME sooner? I don’t-”

“Jim.” Rockwell interjected cooly, leering at him from behind the dividing desk. Jim went silent from his unease, put off by the shift in tone. He also realized in that moment that Rockwell had never called him by his real name before; it had always been Darkwing.

He really wasn’t Darkwing anymore.

Rockwell continued, leaning forward in his chair, his hands folded. “All I’ve done is bend over backwards for you, you know. Nearly everything you’ve asked for, I’ve given you. I begged the producers not to end the show because I thought you could pull it back together for us. And I really believed in you. I wanted to give you more time. But it’s all just too much; we’ve been sinking faster than we could swim for a long time. It’s either cancel the show or the network goes under. I really can’t help you this time.”

Jim’s eye twitched. “Are you… Trying to blame this on me?”

“Well… Yes?”

There was a long pause before Jim suddenly lunged at Rockwell, knocking both him and his chair to the floor.

“UHH? SECURITY!” Rockwell called out in a panic as he was senselessly attacked before eventually collecting himself, grabbing Jim by the throat and harshly tossing him aside, watching as he went flying into the wall.

“Listen here, buddy.” Rockwell sneered through gritted teeth, standing up and looming over Jim as the actor recovered from being thrown. “I know what to do to make you hurt. I know what you have to lose. I know exactly how to ruin your life. Both of your lives. You think you’re tough now, but you aren’t. And I know you know that. If you ever try to pull something like this again, you’ll have worse things to worry about than just your failing acting career. The thing you don’t understand is that I made you, so I know how to break you… Got it?”

Jim was speechless listening to the man’s borderline deranged threats, brows furrowed and beak pulled into a scowl as he stared up at Rockwell, his overwhelming terror and smouldering rage fighting against eachother as he failed to give an answer to Rockwell’s terrible question.

He realized he had dug himself a hole.

“If it makes you feel any better, we’re still airing the last few episodes.” Rockwell was grinning once more now that he was safe from Jim’s wrath, turning his back on him as security finally began to pour into the room.

Jim was grabbed by the security guards, but it took him a few seconds of being manhandled out of the office before he started kicking and screaming, cursing and fighting until he was forcefully ripped from the studio and thrown to the curb.

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