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.]

Comments

[crossestheline]

Like the thought hasn't crossed your mind. You know he has that kind of affect on people. [Grins at her.]

[ichoosefight]

More than a few times, but there's this thing called 'self control'.

[crossestheline]

He's still alive, isn't he?

[ichoosefight]

You don't think you maybe have some anger issues you could work on?

spam

[crossestheline]

Yes, Ma'am.

[Folds his arms behind his back and waits for her.]

[crossestheline]

Who doesn't have their vices?

[theonlyresponse]

Show me what you have. [The Admiral took all Daddy's stuff, Jay :|]

[crossestheline]

[Gets up from the couch, and pushes the coffee table back, along with the carpet it's resting on. There's a trap door underneath it with a code. After a few seconds of pressing buttons, it pops open and he sticks his head inside.]

Heh, I stand corrected. It's all gone, besides a pair of my binoculars and I'm willing to bed my computer doesn't work.

[Slams the door shut.]

Fucking Admiral needs to stay the hell away from my belongings.

[theonlyresponse]

[He's about to say that there's some spare equipment in his own quarters if Jason needs any, but-] That's a dollar for the swear jar.

[crossestheline]

[Jason looks like he was about to kick his table over until Bruce's comment causes him to grin.]

Putting it towards my college fund?

[theonlyresponse]

Getting there.

[crossestheline]

I'll be ready for Harvard by the end of the week.

[ichoosefight]

Apparently yours are bad enough to land you here.

[theonlyresponse]

Not tomorrow?

[crossestheline]

Thought I'd try being optimistic, to go with the "better life choices" theme and all.

[theonlyresponse]

[He's rusty on the witty banter, so Jason takes this round, and he switches to business again:] Who have you spoken to so far?

[darknessb4me]

What-

[Private]

Jason?

[You had better remember him, Light damn it.]

Private.

[crossestheline]

Yeah? [Sorry, Arthas. No recognition in his voice.]

[crossestheline]

Twice, even.

[crossestheline]

Dick, Steph, and Tim. Do you recognize any of them besides Dick?

[theonlyresponse]

No. What should I know? [He's been exposed to Stephanie enough to form preliminary opinions, but he's especially curious about Tim]

Private.

[darknessb4me]

Do you remember ...being here?

[crossestheline]

I don't know much about Steph, other than Tim and her had a thing, she was partially responsible for Gotham going to hell, and everyone thought she was dead for awhile.

Tim came after me and the Bruce in my world ended up adopting him after his dad died. [Sometimes he hates Tim, other times he respects him. It's a mixed bag.]

[theonlyresponse]

[He did suspect someone close to her had died, but her. Hm. He focuses on what's caught his attention:] Tim had a family when he was hired? [With the implied why did he volunteer?]

[crossestheline]

Yeah. [There's a long pause on his end, catching the implied question at the end.]

It took me awhile to figure that one out. I studied everything Bruce did after I came back. I saw how his behavior changed after he had a Robin again. Before Tim showed up...he was more like you.