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]

You assume right. None of them are willing to do what needs to be done. You think that was the first time Gotham's gone to hell? It wasn't. The whole damn multiverse almost went to hell and it keeps happening again and again.

[Frustration leaks into his voice. No matter how many times he tries to reach out and reason with the people he knows, none of them will ever listen.

Then again, after meeting the Bruce in front of him, he has a better understanding of why some are so reluctant to go down that path.]

[theonlyresponse]

[He doesn't answer, he simply reaches out a hand and puts it on Jason's shoulders. It's so strange, to be here listening to him, like there was nothing that took him away. And yet, so natural, like when they'd met, and compared notes, and realised what they had in common.]

[crossestheline]

[Jason's immediate reaction is to go tense and shift into a defensive mindset. From the moment he arrived on the ship, his defenses have been on high alert.

After drawing in a deep breath and studying Bruce, his muscles begin to relax. It's not easy for Jason to let his guard down, especially in a strange place like this. However, there's something about the connection the two of them share that allows Jason to lower his defenses and touch comfort in the gesture.]

[theonlyresponse]

If nothing else, you have time to think about what you'll do when you go back... since they won't.

[crossestheline]

Before you arrived, I spoke with a couple of people over my device. I was told that I'm here because I died again or was about to.

[theonlyresponse]

What else did they tell you?

[crossestheline]

I need to make better life choices.

[theonlyresponse]

[For the first time in a month, in years, Bruce laughs genuinely.] Aside from the usual welcome package?

[crossestheline]

[Hearing Bruce laugh causes a small smile to tug at the lips. It's a good sound and he hopes to hear more of it.

Leans back into the couch and shrugs his shoulders.]

Sounds like this place is a mad house, complete with reality being messed up.

[theonlyresponse]

We've faced worse. [We. He's finally given in and saying we; it's sinking in that this isn't a dream, and while normally he would be furious at Gotham being left alone he's noticed that time passes differently here than on the outside.]

[crossestheline]

We have. [Nods in agreement, also liking the sound of we.]

We'll get out of this place, one way or another.

[theonlyresponse]

[He takes out his communicator.] My cabin is level 4, room 17. I'm putting you on special access, [he shows Jason how to do it] so you can come and go whenever you want.

[crossestheline]

[Watches him, memorizing the instructions.] What's your cabin look like?

[theonlyresponse]

The cave - part of it. I'm guessing the Admiral confiscated everything useful from you.

[crossestheline]

The cave can fit in this place? [Shakes his head. The more he learns about the Barge, the less sense it makes.]

[theonlyresponse]

It's [he opens his communicator to show Jason buttons and pieces of string, before he puts it back together.] technology far beyond anything I've encountered. Nobody seems to know anything about how it actually works. [= it won't be falling into the wrong hands any time soon.]

[crossestheline]

Why am I not surprised? I have some surveillance equipment stored away, as well as a few computer programs. Doubt the programs will be of much good here, but my other equipment might be.

[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.

[theonlyresponse]

Not tomorrow?

[crossestheline]

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