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

spam

[crossestheline]

I don't need to read your body language to know your type. You don't give up easily on people, do you?

[Jason might not be the detective the other Robins are, but he's able to put together enough pieces to get a feel for people. Not to mention, he can't imagine anyone who gives up easily on people would want to be stuck in space with a bunch of convicts.]

I bet you even believe someone like me can make use of that so-called second chance, yeah?

spam

[hellofist]

Depends on you. If you want it, yes. If it's... a game, then no.

spam

[crossestheline]

You'll just have to wait and see. What I really want right now is a sandwich.

spam

[hellofist]

[With a small shake of her head- he really is going to be a pain, isn't he?- she turns back around. They're nearly to the cafeteria, just a few more corners and she's leading him in.]

Get in line.

spam

[crossestheline]

Yes, Ma'am.

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