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[hateriseupinme]

*crouched, sifting through the "laboratory" wreckage*

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(In costume.)

[ladydrake_robin]

Looking for something?

[hateriseupinme]

*He tenses, and his hand goes to his gun at the sound of her voice.*

None of your business, bitch.

[ladydrake_robin]

[Sighs, but doesn't come any closer.]

See, that just makes me all curious and vaguely concerned.

[hateriseupinme]

I'm sure Kon told you all about what happened here.

*Jason straightens up, walks over to a pile of rubble, and starts kicking it aside, a few pieces at a time.* One freak-out, one punch, knife being pulled, ill-advised words, wanton destruction.

What he might not have told you is that the testing was almost halfway through when we had our little... mishap. And since I've barely made any progress with the stand-ins I've found, I'm trying to find the information that Kon may have crushed when he brought the building down.

[ladydrake_robin]

[Still keeping her distance rather than helping, since she doubts it's wanted. She frowns.]

You got another version of Kon to volunteer?

[hateriseupinme]

Technically true on the first count. False on the second.

[ladydrake_robin]

[Her jaw sets, and her voice hardens into 'work mode'.]

He's not a volunteer.

[hateriseupinme]

He's also not Kon. So don't worry, I ain't messing with your boytoy's alternates. *Jason drags out a smashed-up laptop, flips it over, and pulls a thin screwdriver out of his coat, deftly loosening the screws.*

Most of them are useless and brain-fucked anyway, because nobody gave enough of a shit to stabilize 'em... an' now you're gonna give a shit. Because I been puttin' 'im out of his misery when I find 'im like that. Because I been finishing out these tests that'll keep people safe, once I can come up with an airborne to neutralize Ivy pollen. Because I been protecting myself.

*As he speaks, he's tossing aside broken bits of computer, searching for the hard-drive.*

[ladydrake_robin]

[Tiffany's not a stupid girl.] Match. You've got versions of Match.

You're right, Jason, I'm going to have to give a shit. Because I'm not going to let you torture them.

[hateriseupinme]

I don't have versions of Match held anywhere. I find them in their respective universes. And that's where they stay.

Incidentally. Without component Number Four to balance it out? Number Seven induces severe "fight" response, especially in Kryptonians.

*Jason extracts the (thankfully undamaged) hard-drive and begins wrapping it in protective padding.*

[ladydrake_robin]

[Headtilt. And then Tiffany sends a batarang flying at the drive.]

That's much simpler, then. I only have to stop you.

[hateriseupinme]

*Jason drops the drive -- hopefully getting it out of the 'rang's path -- and shoots her. He was aiming for her chest, but with the movement of her arm, it might just land somewhere near her elbow.*

[ladydrake_robin]

[Tiffany cries out when she gets shot in the arm, throwing a second 'rang with her off hand, aimed to disarm Jason -- either hitting the gun or hitting his hand and making him drop it.]

[hateriseupinme]

*Jason gets hit in the hand, and drops the gun. But he's trained ambidextrous -- he throws a knife at her with his left hand, even as he dives for the fallen hard-drive. Once he gets a grip on it, he Hubspaces away.*

[ladydrake_robin]

[Tiffany collapses with a knife in her chest.

She hopes she broke your hard drive, you son of a bitch.]