"Hey, toots!" Wyld Chylde calls over to Shades, waggling his fingers obnoxiously.
Gold looks over, and rolls her eyes.
"Chylde, quit messing with the rookies," she says briskly.
"Can always mess with you instead," he replies, grin widening.
This is obviously a long-running feud, but the Golden Girl tightens her features into an impassive mask, nodding to Shades.
"That waste of space is Wyld Chylde. One of the most disgusting colleagues it has ever been my privilege to work with, and that includes the Flasher. The reason I can tell that's not Hawkman is because the real Hawkman is apparently missing a wing and locked into a holding cell," she says matter-of-factly, not quite glaring at Wyld Chylde. "If I had reason to suspect that's not Hawkman, say, such as this person picking a fight with me, of course I would rip him limb from limb."
Wyld Chylde's lazy grin fades slightly, but he slowly shifts back to hir original form.
"Yeah, yeah. One of these days I'll figure out how to kill you. Maybe swallow you whole, like a shark."
"Been done. Ripped my way out. Besides, wouldn't your little mistress get upset?"
"...prob'ly." That seems to vaguely disquiet Wyld Chylde, who immediately changes the subject. "Why don't you go back to teaching or whatever? I'm gonna swim." With that, Wyld Chylde begins walking to the pool. Gold continues to glare after Chylde.
(OOC: Opportunity to attack Gold, if Shades feels like trying to be sneaky. Or Haywire, I guess. =P)