[ Shinra? It takes Jason a hot minute to link the name back to"Rufus". Guess you're going with formal. He grew up on the streets of Gotham and got a crash course on formal in his short stint at the Manor. It didn't stick. Can't pass off a mutt for a purebred no matter how many etiquette lessons you give 'em. Eh, Alfred? ]
[ You like those, don't you? He can't quite shake the feeling he's being examined. It's subtle, more akin to one of Bruce's high society events where he had to act the proper heir. ]
Getting settled. Avoiding people. Cleaning my guns.
You know, the usual.
How are you settling in? Found a more suitable place yet?
[ He's seen the new buildings, Wayne Manor included, popping up, and after some investigating, he's put the puzzle pieces together. Kate's recent post was the final confirmation that settled it. ]
We didn't exactly get a two-week notice before we got here. I don't know about you, but the change I got in my pocket doesn't really mean much here.
Now, I'm wondering. If you didn't pay for it, then how do you have security? It's tech, isn't it? Probably, the original tech from that building which tells me, I should probably do some urban exploring.
[ Wayne Manor. That's why they congregated there. The Batcave. If it came fully loaded... shit. ]
Sorely tempted to ghost her, Jason leaves the message on read for a good hour while he cleans one of his guns to settle himself. Common sense finally prevails after he's got it lubed and put away. With nothing else to keep him occupied, he answers the message.
[ There is the chance he was busy. At home, her benefit of the doubt would be so much bigger, more realistically magnanimous. But, back home, she'd need little more than to triangulate the message reaching any device on him. The next second, she'd have whatever closest camera feeds there were. But they aren't home, no matter how much every second without her system gauls her.
And Jason taking his time to decide to answer; that's not new at all. There's relief mingled in that snap back. Just from Jason answering. ]
[ Barbara's semi-skeptical expression probably doesn't translate from here. It's only a beat of silence for him. But. For her, it's hard to decide between it being one of a billion Jason Todd brushoffs (albiet even without any swearing or threats of violence, which, fine, she doesn't usually get even when she gets them) or if there is a person—or god knows what else, a bike, a bomb, a gun, something—he is referring to, from having been here for several weeks doing whatever things he's been doing. ]
I don't have to distract you for long, then. I just wanted you to know Dick and I were here. And it seems like just about everyone else is now, too. Cass, and Dick, and I are from roughly the same time, but Steph's from further back.
[ She'd been done, until she realized there was another. ]
Oh—and there's a second Dick. From some other universe.
[ Dick, he already stalked tracked down and confronted soon after he showed up. The rest come as a mild surprise. He promptly adds them to his growing list of bats to avoid. There's a reason why Jason's been hoofing it through the rain with groceries and avoiding the diner like the plague. He's not the type for family dinners, especially after-- ]
Batman's really got his work cut out for him with all the bats away from home.
[ He could deal with Damian and Tim. They kept out of each other's hair. More importantly, they didn't feel the need to check in on him, which is exactly what Barb was doing. I'm not some lost kid you need to-- Wait, what?!
Dumbfounded, Jason stares at the message. Because one wasn't bad enough. He starts pacing, feeling antsy, and instead of acknowledging the wave of turmoil at the edge of his thoughts, he starts making contingency plans. ]
Great. We can start collecting them. I'm sure Damian would love a game of Whack the Dick.
[ Barbara is still ultimately troubled by that, but she knows it's more in (their) Dick's corner than anyone else's. Damian's not wrong—about Batman always needing a Robin—but that doesn't make what it has to be doing—been doing for the last month—to Damian right in the slightest either.
Barbara asks the question, even knowing the answer. But there's more to asking it than the words, too.
[ The message is simple the day it finally goes out to all of her family and friends. It comes from a brand new, secondary username that hasn't been seen yet here, but will be entirely familiar to everyone from back home. ]
Prioritize getting yourself a second earpiece. I'm testing a new, private, secondary network now.
Pass the message along to anyone else you consider trustworthy and willing to fight for all of the worlds. You know the drill.
[ What is needed to know, and what hasn't ever been. ]
[ Really not. But nice try. She'd pay to see his face right now. ]
I'm building an entire network under the nose of a despotic AI and its mysterious benefactor.
Do you really think you can stop me, or that when it's fully up, I won't know where to find you? That I think you won't be there if I tell you I need your help?
[ Ping! Suddenly you receive a photo of.. a piece of paper with text on it? Apparently someone wanted to send you something, but didn't want to bother finding out where everyone lives..
It's a photo of a card that has text on it in perfect yet somehow also still legible calligraphy. It looks ridiculously fancy for what's written on it, which is-- ]
You are hereby cordially invited to:
ADAINE AND FABIAN'S BREATHTAKING BIRTHDAY BASH!
It will be held today, June 3rd, in the rec room of the apartment building. Presents are not necessary, but a good attitude is most definitely required! There will be drinks, dancing and general merriment, because we all deserve something good after that labyrinth!
Trust me - it will be the party of the century here, and you DO NOT want to miss it!
- Fabian Aramais Seacaster
P.S. If you do not know my good friend Adaine yet, make sure to get to know her at the party. She is an absolute delight, and I want her to have the best birthday party possible!
[ For all characters who would attend, there is a log right over here! ]
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That depends.
How far did you get with the Count?
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[ Avoiding half his family is a full-time job. ]
I haven't even cracked open my copy of Pride and Prejudice.
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Getting settled. Avoiding people. Cleaning my guns.
You know, the usual.
How are you settling in? Found a more suitable place yet?
[ He's seen the new buildings, Wayne Manor included, popping up, and after some investigating, he's put the puzzle pieces together. Kate's recent post was the final confirmation that settled it. ]
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Have you taken a look at the skyline lately?
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I've seen it. What about it?
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Echo's adding some familiar sights. One of them is mine.
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[ Jason reads the message and raises a brow. Okay, you've got his attention. ]
Which one?
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Maybe I should go out for a walk. Check out what kind of place has your name on it.
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You can't miss it. It's seventy stories tall.
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What is it with billionaires and their skyscrapers? Wayne Tower was 78 stories tall. So, he has an inkling of what he should be looking for.
Guess, I can't miss it then.
You have security?
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Since I doubt you think I'm fool enough to need it and not have it.
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Now, I'm wondering. If you didn't pay for it, then how do you have security? It's tech, isn't it? Probably, the original tech from that building which tells me, I should probably do some urban exploring.
[ Wayne Manor. That's why they congregated there. The Batcave. If it came fully loaded... shit. ]
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Sorely tempted to ghost her, Jason leaves the message on read for a good hour while he cleans one of his guns to settle himself. Common sense finally prevails after he's got it lubed and put away. With nothing else to keep him occupied, he answers the message.
Screw it. ]
Who did you hear that from?
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[ There is the chance he was busy. At home, her benefit of the doubt would be so much bigger, more realistically magnanimous. But, back home, she'd need little more than to triangulate the message reaching any device on him. The next second, she'd have whatever closest camera feeds there were. But they aren't home, no matter how much every second without her system gauls her.
And Jason taking his time to decide to answer; that's not new at all.
There's relief mingled in that snap back. Just from Jason answering. ]
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It's hard to ignore you. I--He immediately backtracks and deletes the message, writing another in its place. ]
What can I say, I was busy with another lady.
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I don't have to distract you for long, then. I just wanted you to know Dick and I were here. And it seems like just about everyone else is now, too. Cass, and Dick, and I are from roughly the same time, but Steph's from further back.
[ She'd been done, until she realized there was another. ]
Oh—and there's a second Dick. From some other universe.
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stalkedtracked down and confronted soon after he showed up. The rest come as a mild surprise. He promptly adds them to his growing list of bats to avoid. There's a reason why Jason's been hoofing it through the rain with groceries and avoiding the diner like the plague. He's not the type for family dinners, especially after-- ]Batman's really got his work cut out for him with all the bats away from home.
[ He could deal with Damian and Tim. They kept out of each other's hair. More importantly, they didn't feel the need to check in on him, which is exactly what Barb was doing. I'm not some lost kid you need to-- Wait, what?!
Dumbfounded, Jason stares at the message. Because one wasn't bad enough. He starts pacing, feeling antsy, and instead of acknowledging the wave of turmoil at the edge of his thoughts, he starts making contingency plans. ]
Great. We can start collecting them. I'm sure Damian would love a game of Whack the Dick.
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[ Barbara is still ultimately troubled by that, but she knows it's more in (their) Dick's corner than anyone else's. Damian's not wrong—about Batman always needing a Robin—but that doesn't make what it has to be doing—been doing for the last month—to Damian right in the slightest either.
Barbara asks the question, even knowing the answer.
But there's more to asking it than the words, too.
There's a lot of onus in his choice. ]
You haven't met him?
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You can all play patty cake at the Manor.
[ Oh, yeah. He knows you're all living it up there. Made sure to be as far away from that place as possible. Makes things easier this way. ]
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Cute.
[ A beat. Then. ]
Stay safe out there.
If you need me,
you know how to reach me.
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I am pretty easy on the eyes.
If I need you, I'm basically dead. Don't hold a funeral. I rather not dig myself out of a grave. Again.
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I'm going to hold you to that.
I'm fine with basically dead over actually dead.
You wouldn't be the first near-corpse I dragged from a sewer.
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[ And that's coming from him! ]
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[ He wouldn't. Not really.
But she's nothing if not able to fling it back. ]
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It comes from a brand new, secondary username that hasn't been seen yet here,
but will be entirely familiar to everyone from back home. ]
Prioritize getting yourself a second earpiece.
I'm testing a new, private, secondary network now.
Pass the message along to anyone else you consider trustworthy and willing to fight for all of the worlds. You know the drill.
[ What is needed to know,
and what hasn't ever been. ]
private | Red Hood
Pass.
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Your response is confirmed,
and denied, Red Hood.
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You can't deny my refusal.
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I believe I just did.
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[ Okay, maybe not his best comeback, but what the hell?! ]
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She'd pay to see his face right now. ]
I'm building an entire network under the nose of a despotic AI and its mysterious benefactor.
Do you really think you can stop me, or that when it's fully up, I won't know where to find you?
That I think you won't be there if I tell you I need your help?
photo;
It's a photo of a card that has text on it in perfect yet somehow also still legible calligraphy. It looks ridiculously fancy for what's written on it, which is-- ]
You are hereby cordially invited to:
ADAINE AND FABIAN'S BREATHTAKING BIRTHDAY BASH!
It will be held today, June 3rd, in the rec room of the apartment building. Presents are not necessary, but a good attitude is most definitely required! There will be drinks, dancing and general merriment, because we all deserve something good after that labyrinth!
Trust me - it will be the party of the century here, and you DO NOT want to miss it!
- Fabian Aramais Seacaster
P.S. If you do not know my good friend Adaine yet, make sure to get to know her at the party. She is an absolute delight, and I want her to have the best birthday party possible!
[ For all characters who would attend, there is a log right over here! ]