[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?
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?]
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.
Look, there's...lots of different worlds, right? Places where things happened a little different - or a lot different, sometimes. Maybe you went into a different line of work, maybe your mom had a girl instead of a boy, anything like that. This place is...in between those places. People come here - mostly by accident, at least the first time, but some people do it on purpose. It sounds like crazy sci-fi, but it's real.
[He points at the man working the bar] See that guy? That's me. Another me. From another world. [He points toward a corner] There's another me over there. I'm kinda all over, for some reason. Haven't seen any of you around before, though. [He holds out a hand] I'm Jay.
[Jonathan just... stares. The idea is so utterly unbelievable, and yet...]
... wow. I- you're serious? [Jonathan has seem some very strange things, both as a Gothamite and as a hero, but this is so far beyond the occasional metahuman or alien.]
[He blinks at the proffered hand, only just noticing it.] I- yes, I'm sorry. [He sets the glass down awkwardly, accepting the hand.] Dr. Jonathan Crane. You'll have to forgive me, this is somewhat... overwhelming.
I don't drink. [He's speaking absently, glancing around the bar, getting his bearings. He distantly notes that his server is probably far too young to be working in a bar, but given his current situation, he pays it little mind.] This place- does anyone know what- or who- is behind it?
Oh. [Jay blinks for a moment, and then shrugs. He picks up the glass and takes a sip - Jay does not abide waste of perfectly good consumables.] Want a soda or something?
Hell if I know. I don't think there's a who involved, anyway. Nobody's mentioned the how or why to me. [He shrugs again].
Um. Short guy [he holds out a hand at the right height], most of 'em are slim but kind of built. There's one - goes by Carabid. Wears goggles a lot of the time. 'Bout....eighteen, I think.
It's a nice place, though. If you're thinking about leaving. It's a shit-ton better than the world I left behind, that's for sure.
Tim Drake - but the one I mentioned goes by Kord. He got adopted - one of those different world things. He's got a lab - lots of high tech stuff. You could leave him a note on the - Oh! [He snaps his fingers and smiles suddenly] the bulletin board! There was a note on it, a while back - someone was trying to gather info about the Hub. I don't know if they found anything, though.
[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?
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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.
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Look, there's...lots of different worlds, right? Places where things happened a little different - or a lot different, sometimes. Maybe you went into a different line of work, maybe your mom had a girl instead of a boy, anything like that. This place is...in between those places. People come here - mostly by accident, at least the first time, but some people do it on purpose. It sounds like crazy sci-fi, but it's real.
[He points at the man working the bar] See that guy? That's me. Another me. From another world. [He points toward a corner] There's another me over there. I'm kinda all over, for some reason. Haven't seen any of you around before, though. [He holds out a hand] I'm Jay.
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... wow. I- you're serious? [Jonathan has seem some very strange things, both as a Gothamite and as a hero, but this is so far beyond the occasional metahuman or alien.]
[He blinks at the proffered hand, only just noticing it.] I- yes, I'm sorry. [He sets the glass down awkwardly, accepting the hand.] Dr. Jonathan Crane. You'll have to forgive me, this is somewhat... overwhelming.
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Hell if I know. I don't think there's a who involved, anyway. Nobody's mentioned the how or why to me. [He shrugs again].
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Is there anyone I could talk to who might know more?
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Um. Short guy [he holds out a hand at the right height], most of 'em are slim but kind of built. There's one - goes by Carabid. Wears goggles a lot of the time. 'Bout....eighteen, I think.
It's a nice place, though. If you're thinking about leaving. It's a shit-ton better than the world I left behind, that's for sure.
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Oh, no, I could never. I have my practice... [Not to mention, he's one of the few left in Gotham to stand up to Owlman now.]
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A few minutes later, he returns.]
How on earth does that work?
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