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

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

Still really not excusable behavior, Jason.

[Private]

[crossestheline]

You say that like I care. Who is the Admiral or anyone else here to decide if my behavior is excusable or not? You already said I've been here before and it didn't work.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

You vanished. That happens all the time, here. You're from farther along in the timeline than you were last time you were here, there's a decent chance you just don't remember the first time you were on board. Sometimes people come back, and sometimes they don't. Most of the time, inmates who vanish just go back to being dead.

[Private]

[crossestheline]

I tried playing the good guy before. Donna and I took off into the multiverse to help restore order. You know what happened? The Bruce who is on this ship as well, was killed by the fucking Joker. Blew his brains out right in front of me.

That's what happens when I soften up and decide to play by the rules you want me to play by.

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

To be honest, Jason? I don't really care what you do. You're not my responsibility. What I do care about is you attacking people I love because you're so blinded by rage you think it'll help you make yourself feel better, or prove some asinine point. Try to avoid doing that, and I think we can get along just fine. [Meaning he'll monitor from a distance and largely ignore you. He's got too many other problems to deal with than getting into morality disagreements with you.]

[Private]

[crossestheline]

Fine by me, Dickie-bird. I'll be seeing you around. [And with that, he disconnects the feed. It's easier to cut the feed and end the conversation than deal with the fact that some of the things Dick said bother him.]