[Jason rolls his eyes, like he usually does with dealing with Twin. If he really sounds like that it's no wonder he gets on people's nerves, what a tool.]
Sure thing bro. Wanna spill what happened between you and B? Got his version of the events but we both know he sees things his own particular way when it comes to us.
[Jason turns around, actively giving Twin his back as he looks for something in one of the drawers. Eventually he hands him a black pendrive.]
The entire conversation I had with him is in here. But you're right, it's not just that. It's just fun to push his buttons, no matter the universe and I couldn't stay away. [He'd lost Bruce once, only recently gotten him back. It was... complicated, dealing with all the contradictory feelings. But he isn't going to tell that to him.]
And I'm not technically you, but it's close enough that I wanted to try to help. One of us should get a fucking chance at fixing things before it's too late and God knows it's not going to be me.
Doesn't matter anyway, it went to shit and I'm done trying with him.
I'm not trying to fix things with him. [ he says, but that's less true than he wants it to be. he'd been serious about surrendering to bruce... if it was really bruce. they'd had their battle and he lost.
that doesn't stop him from snatching up that pendrive, though. ]
You don't know what happened to him. He's not-- it's not safe.
[ that first part might be true, but the second part is not. he gives his twin a long, distrusting look. this shit was all so much easier when he was surrounded by mercenaries that he was paying, and never had to justify himself to. he'd legitimately never given a shit what they thought. ]
I was away from Gotham from a long time, after... after. I was a fucked up mess. In no shape to kill the Joker or confront Batman. I left so I could make myself stronger, build up a power base.
And I needed to be away from him. Both of them. I was so fucking mad I could hardly think straight some days. It was all I could do not to walk into Wayne Tower and just--
[ well, you know. his fingers twitch with the remembered impulse of pulling a trigger, and he clenches his hands into fists. ]
[Jason nods. That part he's aware of. Not because no one told him, but because he's lived it himself. Even after Talia, even after he begun to find his own way away from everyone else's plans he still couldn't face Bruce right away. Still couldn't take care of the Joker of his own. So he trained, got ready, made the contacts needed for the plan in his head until he was ready to make his move.
He figured Twin would have done something similar.]
And during that time Joker died and B got infected?
...who told you. Loki? Did he fucking-- of course he did. After all that bullshit he spouted to me about how it was so impossible for the infection to be active here.
Loki's a meddling little fucker that needs to back the hell of, but no. B himself told me. And for the record it's not bullshit, it goes against everything the Eudites stand for- but I'm not trying to convince you. We'll find a way to make sure he's not infected.
You'd have to ask Drake for that. I was halfway around the world when I heard Joker was dead, I didn't know there there was any kind of infection until I came back to Gotham and discovered a lab full of Joker clones that Batman had been keeping locked up. He had Drake busy running experiments on them.
Well that must have been a party. [He mentions Drake, not 'replacement'. That's something to pay attention to. He wonders if he was ok with someone else taking his job, or if he just grew to like Tim.]
[ he's definitely not, but he'd known tim before he'd ever been made robin. bruce hadn't picked him out, batgirl had. ]
It really wasn't.
I took a glance at the notes from the experiments, but I didn't have a lot of time. I know it attacks the brain, rewrites the personality. The copies were starting to show outward physical characteristics before the end.
[ he shuts his eyes briefly, remembering. ]
...his eyes were green. He had started to see things. Fight enemies that didn't exist. Hallucinations.
[Well, fuck. At least when Bruce died Jason wasn't there, wasn't even made aware until weeks later. He didn't have to witness his falling. He wants to say he's sorry, but if someone told him that he'd punch them. He figures Twin's the same.]
Is it viral? bacterial? How do you even get infected?
It's a variation of Bane's Venom compound. Far as I know it's blood-born. Joker sent it out to the hospitals, but B caught most of them in time before anyone was given the infected blood.
[ most of them. ]
He missed four. And he was the fifth victim. Joker got him during their last fight-- and he didn't tell anyone. For a whole fucking year, he didn't tell anyone.
Because there's no cure. And because one of the victims seemed to be completely immune, seemed to still be himself, right up until he murdered the others.
[ his shoulders hunch up unconsciously. ]
It hid. Joker hid inside him, under his skin, and then jumped out like a punchline. I saw the footage. The guy put a gun to his own head and blew his brains out after he'd killed the others. He wanted there to be only one. A worthy copy.
[ it's possible some of this is pure speculation, honestly, as jason's voice gets increasingly upset and unsteady the longer he talks. he bursts into motion to pace, raking a hand through his hair like a nervous tic. ]
You get it, right? There's only one left. Only one surviving copy. And nobody wants to believe it, nobody wants to think it could be possible but I saw it. I didn't know what it was at first, I thought it was just the fear toxin affecting him, but I saw his eyes. I didn't want it to be true.
[ he sucks in a breath, facing away from jason and staring at the wall. ]
I didn't want it.
[ and after a moment of silence, ]
I saw him throw Drake in a containment cell. He put Robin in a cell and then Scarecrow found him, trapped, and took him.
[ and that definitely doesn't resonate horrifically to jason nope not at all. ]
[This is a mess. But that's okay, that's- that's fine, Jason had been expecting a mess when he started talked to Twin. He just wishes he'd had more time to get ready for this, to read and figure out the best course of action.]
The Eudites are different though. They do have a cure. They can move us through space and time, they can alter reality. I've seen people stripped of their powers in here. Do you really think a cure for an illness is going to be impossible for them?
How long? He and Henry Adams both went without symptoms for a year.
[ he turns a distrustful look on jason ]
I haven't been sitting on my ass, you know. I went to him. Played it up like I was surrendering, wanting to see my old pal the Joker again. I even gave him an injury he could fuss over. God knows that pasty fucking clown would never pass up an opportunity to watch me bleed all over his floor.
I made it clear [ to jason's mind, anyway ] that I was through running away. I wanted to stay. And you know what he did? He shut down and ran off, made sure I wouldn't be there to see any slips. He shut me out because he knows I'm the one that can see through his bullshit.
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[ big talk, but he's favoring his shoulder as he moves into the apartment. ]
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Sure thing bro. Wanna spill what happened between you and B? Got his version of the events but we both know he sees things his own particular way when it comes to us.
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He's not your Batman. What the hell gives you the right to stick your nose into our business? And don't say it's because you're me, you're not me.
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The entire conversation I had with him is in here. But you're right, it's not just that. It's just fun to push his buttons, no matter the universe and I couldn't stay away. [He'd lost Bruce once, only recently gotten him back. It was... complicated, dealing with all the contradictory feelings. But he isn't going to tell that to him.]
And I'm not technically you, but it's close enough that I wanted to try to help. One of us should get a fucking chance at fixing things before it's too late and God knows it's not going to be me.
Doesn't matter anyway, it went to shit and I'm done trying with him.
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that doesn't stop him from snatching up that pendrive, though. ]
You don't know what happened to him. He's not-- it's not safe.
Don't you ever put yourself alone with him again.
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Why don't you tell me your side of the story?
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So you can also decide that I'm insane and that every word out of my mouth is either a lie or a delusion?
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What I think doesn't really matter.
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I was away from Gotham from a long time, after... after. I was a fucked up mess. In no shape to kill the Joker or confront Batman. I left so I could make myself stronger, build up a power base.
And I needed to be away from him. Both of them. I was so fucking mad I could hardly think straight some days. It was all I could do not to walk into Wayne Tower and just--
[ well, you know. his fingers twitch with the remembered impulse of pulling a trigger, and he clenches his hands into fists. ]
I couldn't trust myself. I had to leave.
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He figured Twin would have done something similar.]
And during that time Joker died and B got infected?
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that jerks his head up. ]
...who told you. Loki? Did he fucking-- of course he did. After all that bullshit he spouted to me about how it was so impossible for the infection to be active here.
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But I need the whole story for that.
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D'ya know what the infection is, exactly?
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It really wasn't.
I took a glance at the notes from the experiments, but I didn't have a lot of time. I know it attacks the brain, rewrites the personality. The copies were starting to show outward physical characteristics before the end.
[ he shuts his eyes briefly, remembering. ]
...his eyes were green. He had started to see things. Fight enemies that didn't exist. Hallucinations.
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Is it viral? bacterial? How do you even get infected?
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It's a variation of Bane's Venom compound. Far as I know it's blood-born. Joker sent it out to the hospitals, but B caught most of them in time before anyone was given the infected blood.
[ most of them. ]
He missed four. And he was the fifth victim. Joker got him during their last fight-- and he didn't tell anyone. For a whole fucking year, he didn't tell anyone.
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Yeah. That sounds like something he'd do. And why do you think he's still infected?
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[ his shoulders hunch up unconsciously. ]
It hid. Joker hid inside him, under his skin, and then jumped out like a punchline. I saw the footage. The guy put a gun to his own head and blew his brains out after he'd killed the others. He wanted there to be only one. A worthy copy.
[ it's possible some of this is pure speculation, honestly, as jason's voice gets increasingly upset and unsteady the longer he talks. he bursts into motion to pace, raking a hand through his hair like a nervous tic. ]
You get it, right? There's only one left. Only one surviving copy. And nobody wants to believe it, nobody wants to think it could be possible but I saw it. I didn't know what it was at first, I thought it was just the fear toxin affecting him, but I saw his eyes. I didn't want it to be true.
[ he sucks in a breath, facing away from jason and staring at the wall. ]
I didn't want it.
[ and after a moment of silence, ]
I saw him throw Drake in a containment cell. He put Robin in a cell and then Scarecrow found him, trapped, and took him.
[ and that definitely doesn't resonate horrifically to jason nope not at all. ]
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The Eudites are different though. They do have a cure. They can move us through space and time, they can alter reality. I've seen people stripped of their powers in here. Do you really think a cure for an illness is going to be impossible for them?
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You want me to trust that they wouldn't let a psycho in? They invited me.
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How long would it take for you to be convinced he has no symptoms?
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[ he turns a distrustful look on jason ]
I haven't been sitting on my ass, you know. I went to him. Played it up like I was surrendering, wanting to see my old pal the Joker again. I even gave him an injury he could fuss over. God knows that pasty fucking clown would never pass up an opportunity to watch me bleed all over his floor.
I made it clear [ to jason's mind, anyway ] that I was through running away. I wanted to stay. And you know what he did? He shut down and ran off, made sure I wouldn't be there to see any slips. He shut me out because he knows I'm the one that can see through his bullshit.
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