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[notscaredofyou]

*blinks*

... this is not my office.

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[crimes_napoleon]

Hn. I killed you in my world.

[notscaredofyou]

[Jonathan blinks slightly, glancing at him in alarm.

... he is not entirely sure what's going on, nor who this man is, but he forces his face to remain blank, his posture carefully nonthreatening. This man, whoever he is, may or may not have something to do with the sudden change in his surroundings, but from his words, he is likely somewhat unstable regardless.]

I see... [He moves his arm to his belt slowly, fingering one of the sedative darts he carries even out of costume.]

[crimes_napoleon]

[Tim rolls his eyes]

I'm not going to kill you. I don't particularly feel like arguing with the "superheroes" here over the morality of killing psychopaths.

[notscaredofyou]

All right...

[Jonathan's eyes dart around, taking in both his surroundings and possible exit routes. He is reasonably confident of his ability to take the other man in a fight, if it comes down to it, but he would far prefer not to.]

Tim needs occaisional conversations that don't make him sadface.

[lostin_the_dark]

...Unless your office is in the middle of Robinson Park, no.

*looks around at the snow, wry smile* If it is, I think you need to rethink.

Okay, I need to recheck my tags before posting if I'm going to RP on this little sleep.

[notscaredofyou]

[His lips twitch slightly.] I suppose it would at least get me the fresh air Linda keeps insisting I need.

I don't suppose you'd know what just happened?

[lostin_the_dark]

*Apologetically* Your day just got very complicated. You just got, um, sucked into another dimension.

He's more willing to believe this when the conversation doesn't start with "you're dead in my world"

[notscaredofyou]

[He blinks again.] I- what?

/here, have a crazy!

[hateriseupinme]

*Jason basically comes out of nowhere, and grabs Crane by the shoulders, slamming him back against the nearest convenient wall.*

Fuckin' Scarecrow. Behave yourself or I'll kill you, no matter what the rules of the Hub are.

*has been looking for an excuse to use this icon*

[notscaredofyou]

[For a moment, Jonathan can only blink at the other man, startled by his sudden attack into freezing.] I-

["Scarecrow." The man had referred to him as Scarecrow. He hadn't used that exact name in a years, but that he even knows that... Jonathan's mind kicks into overdrive.]

I- I think you have me confused with someone else-

*happy to oblige!*

[hateriseupinme]

Dr. Jonathan Crane. One-time psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum and professor of psychology at Gotham University. Went a little kill-crazy, became the career criminal known as "Scarecrow". Uses toxins, hallucinogens, and knowledge of psychology to terrorize the populace of Gotham. Supervillain.

*dangerous little smile* And in my world, deceased.

Re: *happy to oblige!*

[notscaredofyou]

What-? [... the stranger is clearly delusional. Jonathan clamps down on a sudden wave of fear. Fear is an illusion; this stranger is, like all the others, only a man.

He has handled worse.]

[king_jay]

Not unless you do a lot of business in bars.

[Jason looks the guy up and down and gestures him toward a chair in case he feels as weak-kneed as he looks.] Do you know how you got here? Where you are?

[notscaredofyou]

No... [Jonathan feels perfectly fine, but he sits anyways, just in case. He looks around, confused. He doesn't recognize this place. How did he get here? He was just outside his office a few seconds ago. Jonathan glances at his watch, making sure he hasn't lost any time. If something had made him black out somehow... but no, it's only a few minutes after he last checked it, perfectly in line with what he remembers. So how did he get here?]

[king_jay]

Heh. Well, at least you landed in the right place. [Jay takes a few steps away, behind the bar, and returns with an open bottle of beer and a clean glass].

This is going to sound nuts, but I think you just got pulled into a different world - or, well. It's sort of...a place between all the different worlds.

I got a policy - "pusher's promise". [He gestures at the beer] First one's on me. Most people need it.

[notscaredofyou]

[Jonathan accepts the glass automatically, but does not drink.] What?