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[not_his_son]

The Bar is always quiet at this time of night. Jason prefers it that way. He has a plate of fried, crispy, unhealthy, delicious things, and a beer, and a laptop computer which is currently showing a map of Gotham City. It's not hugely exciting but it seems to have all his attention.

For once he is not wearing a mask. (He's armed, though. Of

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[not_his_son]

Imitation is supposed to be the most sincere form of flattery, and all that.

Jason ignores her until she speaks up. Then he turns around to look her over, warily.

"Hey."

[not_his_son]

Jason looks at it, and then looks back. It's hardly a secret.

"Gotham City."

[not_his_son]

"Few hours." Jason shrugs. "Not in your world, apparently."

Which will never stop being weird to him.

[not_his_son]

"Ye-eees," Jason says, warily. "In the archives. Our world had contact with theirs, once."

Bruce keeps really good records. Jason couldn't get those. Fortunately, so did Ra's al Ghul, and those were easier.

[not_his_son]

"Jason."

He closes the computer and offers her a hand. This is like SUPER FRIENDSHIP (but well, she's a hot girl.)

"So, what's your mutation?"

[not_his_son]

Jason watches, with a slight narrowing of eyes.

"Huh."

She gets to be marked Dangerous now. But that's like a compliment!

[not_his_son]

"Kind of cool," Jason points out, with a half-quirk of his lips. "Can you do much damage with that?"

[not_his_son]

"What's a standard appliance, in your world?" Jason asks, with a smirk of his own. 'Are we talking toasters, or, like, giant mecha robots?"