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[copsormasks]

what?

[theknightshift]

Someone is going to dip you in a Lazarus Pit.

[copsormasks]

the fuck is a lazarus pit

[theknightshift]

Are you familiar with Ra's al Ghul?

[copsormasks]

the other jason mentioned him

he's some kind of assassin?

[theknightshift]

[ Is this another point of divergence? Hm. ]

It seems like what's going to happen is going to be different for you.

[copsormasks]

the hell does that mean

what happened to the other me?

[theknightshift]

It doesn't matter. If you don't know Ra's then you will be brought back some other way.

[copsormasks]

no that's not how this goes

nobody told me i was going to die

but you sure as fuck are gonna tell me what happens after i'm brought back

[theknightshift]

You should talk to the other Jason then.

[copsormasks]

i'm talking to you

and you know something

[theknightshift]

I know what happened to him. Not to you.

[copsormasks]

then tell me

please

[theknightshift]

He came back as someone new. Different. The Lazarus Pit changed him.

[ He's not giving up the name. ]

[copsormasks]

oh fuck

i don't wanna be changed

[Not that he loves who he is or how he interacts with others, but he doesn't want to be changed by some mystical pit from some assassin.]

[theknightshift]

It didn't change how I felt about him. And it won't change how I feel about you.

I'm here.

[copsormasks]

[That's... not the response Jason expected.]

wait

really?

[theknightshift]

Really.

[copsormasks]

but we fight like all the fucking time

[theknightshift]

I don't always get along with him either.

[copsormasks]

oh

...

i guess we could talk

like in person

i guess?

[theknightshift]

If you want.

[copsormasks]

sure

your place?

[theknightshift]

[ Jason gets a location ping instead of a reply. He's in the safe house, as usual. ]

[copsormasks]

[Jason arrives in a few minutes, dressed in all black as usual, his hood pulled up over most of his head. He knocks on the front door, a little unsure if he's in the right place. His Bruce's safehouses were always somewhere abroad. He never seemed to treat Gotham like a home, but as a burden he hated to carry.]

Hello?