"You may or may not know her. She calls herself Hit-Girl." Pokey replied as he leaned over the open top of the crate, watching Terry fish out a batarang. "...I don't know how many people know this yet, but all of us here? We're from forms of fictional entertainment in other universes. Apparently, she knows who you and another Batman are from comics and junk."
He frowned a little as he thought. "It shouldn't be effected by an EMP, but I can't make guarantees since I don't even know for sure if what caused the black out was an EMP, or what it was. So I can't promise resistance if its a different source altogether."
Pokey ignored the request to watch his language. He himself didn't think he needed to worry about it, but if the guy didn't want him to swear in front of him, hey; no skin off his nose. He smiled, however, as Terry tested the batarangs out, clearly pleased with himself. "Didn't notice the ears before, but I can make 'em in the next batch if you really want 'em."
He blew a raspberry at being called a twip again. "Glad you like it, jerkface." Smirking triumphantly, he asked, "Yeah? What did you expect then?"
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He frowned a little as he thought. "It shouldn't be effected by an EMP, but I can't make guarantees since I don't even know for sure if what caused the black out was an EMP, or what it was. So I can't promise resistance if its a different source altogether."
Pokey ignored the request to watch his language. He himself didn't think he needed to worry about it, but if the guy didn't want him to swear in front of him, hey; no skin off his nose. He smiled, however, as Terry tested the batarangs out, clearly pleased with himself. "Didn't notice the ears before, but I can make 'em in the next batch if you really want 'em."
He blew a raspberry at being called a twip again. "Glad you like it, jerkface." Smirking triumphantly, he asked, "Yeah? What did you expect then?"