1st Resurrection. Voice.

[crossestheline]

You know, there are easier ways to get a guy's attention. I know I'm not the easiest guy to get a hold of, but you could try the old fashioned way, and put something up on the sky. Leave a message on a wall, or anything that doesn't include zapping me into space.

Don't get me wrong. I appreciate you saving my ass and all, but I don't do the whole "space travel" thing any more. Though something tells me you're not going to take "no" for an answer, are you?

[Spam.]

[Jason blathers away into the device he discovered, hoping it grabs the attention of whoever is responsible for him being here. Maybe it will distract them and keep them from collecting him right away. In the meantime, he's making his way through the different floors of the Barge, trying to gather anything he can turn into a weapon and gain some information on his current whereabouts.]

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[crossestheline]

Did Dickie-bird or Tim send you to keep tabs on me?

[Jason raises a brow, not convinced that she's been tracking him just so she could meet him. While he was preparing to return to Gotham, he had learned that there was another Batgirl in town. Initially he had been resentful, he felt like Babs had been replaced just like he had been. Once he learned more about the new set up in Gotham and how Babs operated, his resentment gave way to curiosity.]

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

And you've been here before, from March to June a year and a half ago, we're apparently fictional in some universes so strangers might know everything about you just from hearing your name, and you're going to be subjected to a lot of ridiculous stuff you can't control, so you'd better get used to it fast or get comfortable with the idea of going insane.

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[crossestheline]

How'd that end?

[Private; voice]

[crossestheline]

Where are you? [The smugness in his voice gives way to something more sinister.]

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[ichoosefight]

Boringly. Nobody died, and the instigator got bored with it. The homicidal maniacs know how to pick their battles. [ Mostly. Except for Ladd. But then she doesn't think Ladd has killed anyone in the last week, so yay? ]

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[hellofist]

No. They don't know.

[Not yet, anyway. She comes a little closer, mostly so she can get a better look at him. He hasn't thrown any punches, but she knows that doesn't mean much quite yet. Now she has something more important on her mind, though.]

Dickie-bird?

[Private; voice]

[peektuttut]

So now you have a question.

[Private]

[crossestheline]

The hell? How is being in a place like this going to help anyone make any better decisions? It sounds like a recipe for pissing someone off and someone getting shot.

[theonlyresponse]

A month. [He's picked up the one that shows crime statistics, but before leafing through it, he looks at Jason.] What was happening to you before you came here?

[Private; voice]

[crossestheline]

I've got more than a question for you.

[Private; voice]

[peektuttut]

Of course you do.

And until I get an answer, you won't get anything.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

And we've had a murder or a violent assault about once a week since I got here. It's not exactly the most efficient system, but it does work.

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[crossestheline]

How many homicidal maniacs are in this place?

[Private]

[crossestheline]

Why would anyone want to willingly come to this place? From what I've heard, Wardens choose to come here and can leave whenever they want.

[Private; voice]

[crossestheline]

What? You think you can hide from me? If you don't want to come out, then I'll just have to find a way to draw you out.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

Because the Admiral offers us something that's worth taking the risk and putting up with all of this stuff for.

spam

[crossestheline]

Dick. It's a little term of endearment for him. [One that pisses him off whenever he calls him it.]

Tell you what. Why don't you show me where the kitchen is, and I'll answer some questions for you? Then you can meet me and get to know me all you want.

[crossestheline]

I was dealing with a mess in Gotham. The you from my world was gone and the gangs in the city were starting to run rampant. I had an idea to bring them together so I could restore some order to the city.

[Private; voice]

[peektuttut]

Grow up. I'm not playing a game with you. And I don't need to hide. My cabin is 1-18. Feel free to try and break the door down.

[He knows what info is available on the network, and he knows that anyone asking could find that out. Offering readily available information doesn't hurt him at all.]

[Private]

[crossestheline]

Like what?

[theonlyresponse]

Gone? [How dare a Batman leave his city - he at least had no choice in coming here, and he's died on the job, but the other one--] Where?

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

I made a deal to save the people who were killed when Chemo was dropped on Bludhaven.

[crossestheline]

Darkseid happened. Everything goes to hell after that. [Leans forward on the couch, draping his arms over his knees.]

I tried to get Tim to work with me, but he wouldn't listen. He wanted to continue to fight things the old way. Meanwhile, people were dying and corruption was running thick in the police department.

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[hellofist]

Okay.

[There's nothing wrong with that, she's pretty sure. Besides, she's always hungry so it's not like going to the cafeteria is a thing that she's at all put out about. A few more steps bring her so she's side by side with him, then she nods in the right direction and starts off, assuming he'll follow.]

This way.

[But the cowl is still on. She still isn't sure about him.]

[Private]

[crossestheline]

If the Admiral is really capable of doing something like that, then why not do it? Why require some bullshit deal when he or she could just go and save everyone?