No one to answer to.

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WHO: Jason Todd and OPEN
WHERE: The rooftops in the City, specifics are up to you!
WHEN: Friday, early morning (~2-8 amish?)
WARNINGS: Potential violence, crude language.
SUMMARY: Jason arrives in the City and decides to explore.
FORMAT: Action or paragraphs, whichever you'd prefer! I'll start with action, though.


[Well, this is different. Definitely not Gotham anymore. Looks more like New York. At least, he still has a few things on him. And by a few things, that means his pistols, jacket full of "toys," knife, and helmet, which in itself is quite an arsenal. He remains still for only a matter of moments as he stares around from under his domino mask before he pulls his helmet on and sets off for the roof. Feeling the wind against the leather is far more comfortable than sitting around inside waiting for his neck to heal. Death would have been faster, honestly. Even now, with bandages wrapped tightly underneath kevlar, he can feel skin pulling and straining. Yet, he ignores that pain and lands on the lip of the nearest building.

With the extra height, he can now see that it's neither Gotham nor New York, but some strange city that makes deja vu kick him in the side of the head. Still, it's unfamiliar enough to throw him.

What the hell is this?

Propping one leg up on the stone, he glances around for something he can latch onto, something to guide the building blocks of what could be a new life in a new city.]

Comments

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[Jason pockets his hands smirking underneath the helmet. This lack of knowledge on her part makes him feel all too happy; it's an advantage.]

C. None of the above. Not everyone fits into two categories.

[skort]

True enough. But those are generally the only reasons one doesn't show up on the network that often.

[ 'That often,' being the key words there, since she remembers hearing an unfiltered post or two from previous-Jason. Never talked to him, but the voice is familiar. ]

So what are you, if not a lone-wolf newbie? Little Red Riding Hood?

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Still none of the above. Wow, you're bad at guessing.

[Jason crosses his arms and shrugs as nonchalantly as he can manage with the excitement dancing through him. A Super caught off her guard.]

I don't think the superhero business is cut out for you. Just don't pick up that cape from the dry cleaners.

[skort]

[ She smiles at him and tilts her head to the side, giving him a once over. ]

Oh, I think you're underestimating me. I may not be the best when it comes to things like detective work, but I'm your girl when it comes to a fist fight.

[ And while she talks, Kara's trying to put things together. He recognizes her without her costume when she's hardly ever Supergirl on the network, which means that he's more than likely from home. The last time she was Supergirl on the Network and actually showed the camera anything but her boots was way back in November, after all. She's not a hundred percent sure, but she's sure enough that she can try something... ]

So what was up back in our home universe of crazy, last you -- hang on. [ She digs her communicator our of her pocket, pretending as if someone just messaged her so she can flip through posts to find the ones that she knows are around. ] Anyways. Home universe. How was it, last you checked?

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[Jason raises an eyebrow underneath his helmet, wondering why she's asking in the first place. Something's up and Jason doesn't like it one bit. He cocks his head a little as he keeps the casual posture. Back home, Bludhaven had just been destroyed but that wasn't that important and could possibly give him away.]

Bludhaven's a pile of rubble.

[He watches her closely for any reaction he could potentially get a read from.]

[skort]

[ Just a little further... Ah! There's the— wait, what? ]

That's the point in time the Porter grabbed you from? The Crisis? That was years ago, from my point of view.

[secondrate]

[Years? Years? once again,he'sgrateful for the helmet to hide his shock. He didn'teven know there was a crisis. He didn't think Bludhaven's destruction required the term 'crisis.' Great.]

I'm excited for you, really.