[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.]
[ Bruce is used to his guests letting themselves in through a window, so when one of the noisemakers activates, he takes a moment to peer out to see who it is. When he realizes it's Jason, he comes down the flight(s) of stairs and opens the door for him. ]
[This is weird, Jason decides. This is really weird. Being in a normal ass house with any Bruce is just weird. His Bruce never bothered wearing anything but suits and even up in the mansion seemed to never relax, so being here is weird.
But he still steps in and closes the door behind him.]
Cool. Upstairs. [He can't tell if this is some weird trap or not, but he'll take it one step at a time.] Thanks for inviting me. Uh, I know we didn't exactly part on great terms last time.
[Last time Jason had been out of his mind, so fresh from his murder that he couldn't think straight.]
[ Bruce would agree this is strange. But then so is everything about Nova City. A skeleton of a city that feels familiar to an uncanny degree, but strange in every other way. There's no life here and it makes the entire building Bruce leads Jason through feel eerie. A shell of something just waiting to come to life.
But it doesn't.
Instead, Bruce pushes open the door leading to the safehouse proper after rows and rows of empty rooms and apartments. The safehouse itself is nothing grand. Just a two room space with cabinets for storage and tables converted into work spaces. A mattress shoved into one corner where Bruce sleeps for the few hours he manages to get. ]
[Jason follows Bruce through the rows of rooms and apartments and into the safe house. He looks around, gets a better feeling for things since it's definitely a work space and he's used to that with the other Bruce. He pulls down his hood and turns toward Bruce.]
Sleeping better. [The scars on his face have softened but they're likely to stay no matter how much time goes by.] I guess feeling better. Calmer. Sometimes.
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he's some kind of assassin?
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It seems like what's going to happen is going to be different for you.
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what happened to the other me?
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nobody told me i was going to die
but you sure as fuck are gonna tell me what happens after i'm brought back
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and you know something
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please
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[ He's not giving up the name. ]
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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.]
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I'm here.
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wait
really?
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...
i guess we could talk
like in person
i guess?
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your place?
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Hello?
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Come in. I'm upstairs.
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But he still steps in and closes the door behind him.]
Cool. Upstairs. [He can't tell if this is some weird trap or not, but he'll take it one step at a time.] Thanks for inviting me. Uh, I know we didn't exactly part on great terms last time.
[Last time Jason had been out of his mind, so fresh from his murder that he couldn't think straight.]
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But it doesn't.
Instead, Bruce pushes open the door leading to the safehouse proper after rows and rows of empty rooms and apartments. The safehouse itself is nothing grand. Just a two room space with cabinets for storage and tables converted into work spaces. A mattress shoved into one corner where Bruce sleeps for the few hours he manages to get. ]
Are you feeling better now? Sleeping?
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Sleeping better. [The scars on his face have softened but they're likely to stay no matter how much time goes by.] I guess feeling better. Calmer. Sometimes.
[How does one feel better about his own murder?]
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