The underworld is an odd place, truly. One comes upon the strangest things and the people one both wants to seee and wants to avoid.
Jason Blood is the sort of man the Batman is wary of seeing but unsurprised to glimpse. With him are two people: a transluscent figure - that of Boston Brand - and a tall figure who looks not unlike the man beneath the cowl. "Jason."
He met Jason Blood at the Charity Gallery in Gotham. He had sensed something strange about him, and now he knew. This must be yet another friend of his father's that engages in magic.
"Batman and son? Rather strange travelers for these parts." His normally civilized mannerisms seem absurd when coupled with his unkempt appearance and rasping voice.
He addresses Ibn, "I believe the last time we met, you attempted to have me evicted from the McNider Fund Gala."
"And you were arrogantly flaunting knowledge about my father that could have gotten us both killed. But that is neither here nor there, I suspect all of us rather ardently wish to return to the land of the living..."
Boston breaks away from Etrigan and bolts after them, coming to the spot that parallels Crime Alley in the LAnd of the Living.
The Ankh flies from Batman's hand, and hovers in mid-air, lit by a golden glow.
"Dis Must be Da Place," says Boston, looking nervously for the oncoming Etrigan behind. He floats to the amulet, and takes it in his bony, spectral hand.
Suddenly, Boston is engulfed in energy, and the air seems to shimmer around him, like heat steaming off a desert, like a mirage. On the other side of the mirage is Crime Alley.
"Go! you two," shouts Boston. "I can't hold this open very long, and I gotta make sure he doesn't get through!"
Batman would express his gratitude but that's not his style. Still, he sends Boston one of his more intense gazes and a nod of gratitude, and then he drags Ibn through.
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Jason Blood is the sort of man the Batman is wary of seeing but unsurprised to glimpse. With him are two people: a transluscent figure - that of Boston Brand - and a tall figure who looks not unlike the man beneath the cowl. "Jason."
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He addresses Ibn, "I believe the last time we met, you attempted to have me evicted from the McNider Fund Gala."
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Crime Alley awaits.
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The Ankh flies from Batman's hand, and hovers in mid-air, lit by a golden glow.
"Dis Must be Da Place," says Boston, looking nervously for the oncoming Etrigan behind. He floats to the amulet, and takes it in his bony, spectral hand.
Suddenly, Boston is engulfed in energy, and the air seems to shimmer around him, like heat steaming off a desert, like a mirage. On the other side of the mirage is Crime Alley.
"Go! you two," shouts Boston. "I can't hold this open very long, and I gotta make sure he doesn't get through!"
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