󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀𝗜'𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞、𝗦𝗔𝗗 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗𓈒 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀 󠀀󠀀󠀀󠀀

"That's fine." Jason responds, nearly cutting her off. "I just need to see them."

He follows. He clears his throat, wanting to bury any semblance of sorrow. "Thanks."

Jason's head falls a bit. It sounds like he's the only person in the entire batfamily to survive. How bitterly ironic. Memories are flooding his mind, but he can't be sad right now. Not in front of someone new; he's got to be tough. "Where's that?"

Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Koriand'r Grayson..." This is a lot of loved ones. "Artemis of Bana-Mighdall, Bizarro, Clark Kent..." Alright, he's out of breath.

Jason hums in consideration for a moment. Telling her reveals they're vigilantes, but... With Gotham gone, does it matter anymore? "Dick Grayson. Roy Harper. Bruce Wayne. Tim Drake. Damian Wayne. Barbara Gordon," the names come out quickly, like gunfire. "Alfred Pennyworth, +

Again, Jason stares in silence— his head twitches a bit. "Is there a way to find who's where?"

Jason sort of just stares for a moment, quiet and unresponsive. "So then what happened to the vigilantes in it?" His voice comes out slow, and cold.

"Yes. It is." He says, firm. "And what do you mean, 'Gotham is in the past'?" The suspicion in his voice borders on anger at the implications; it's clear this guy might not have the best fuse...

"I'm wondering the same thing. I just woke up here." Jason responds, his head tilting slightly and his hand coming to a casual rest on his side. "Red Hood... Pleased to meet you. How far you think we are from Gotham...?"

red eyes and a red mask over his mouth. "You okay?" The stranger questions. His tone is flat, yet somehow perfectly portrays his concern. And he has an accent ... Jersey, maybe?

A hand veiled in leather has brought her out of the way, and closer instead to a mysterious, muscular masked figure. The hood of a red sleeveless jacket is pulled up over his head, casting a shadow so that his face is invisible and all that remains is the glow of two+

fragile not like a flower, but like a bomb.

Alright folks. What happened when I was gone?

1v1 me in Overwatch、pussy.

( Too bad. He's helping. )

( Jason will help. He can take five. )

i am haunted. all my dreams are nightmares.

Angered energy causing Jason to speed up.

"He always comes back." He responds. "And Batman has a no-kill rule. So I'm alone in endeavors to take him out." Jason's voice grows slightly irritated. "And believe me, I'd love to. I'd deal out every inch of pain he's given." The bike revs, going slightly faster. +

cave. I'll get in massive trouble if someone finds out where it is." As Jason rides, the scene of Gotham doesn't lighten much at all. If anything, it darkens.