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[_robin_go_boom_]

Jason's new digs aren't anything to write home about. The Hotel's seen better days, after all. It's been through a war, and a major metaphysical meltdown that squashed a bunch of it. His room is pretty bare, a bed and a couch, a small table and enough space that he can heat up food. It's no way to live, but with his own world all messed up, it's

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[harley_is_love]

Harley enters, she had seen worse than this apartment, and makes her way to the couch. A safe place to head, for now.

"But it is home, that is something."

[_robin_go_boom_]

"For now, yeah. I have to figure out what I'm gonna do in my world before I go back to it and try to pick up pieces." That's a tricky thing. His own world, things are pretty messed up now.

He reaches into something behind the bed, and pulls out a couple of cans of ginger ale. One's offered over, and he sits down on the couch next to her. "So. You going to try and stay out of Arkham, or are you headed back after this jaunt around the Nexus?"

[harley_is_love]

Harley did not know, and carefully opened her can of ginger ale while she thought over the question. "I am not in Arkham because I am forced to be there, I am there to try to get the help I need to sort of my life. It ain't the best place in the world to do that, but it is all I got."

"It is my only home."

[_robin_go_boom_]

Jason takes off his gloves to get his own pop-top opened, and there's a grunt of frustration, and a moment's fumbling. Careful observance would see that he doesn't actually have fingernails at the moment, save for his thumbs.

"But it's someplace that wants to help. And that's good. I actually.. kinda thought about going to one of the Arkhams I knew after this stuff. There's a Crane out there that seems to actually give a crap."

undead sounds?

[_joker_villain]

He could here a voice that he had once heard screams from from down the hall....could it be? He had to find out. He stood and ran down the hall to stop and knock on the door.

"heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeello? HA!"

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[harley_is_love]

That voice is familiar, and the door is unanswered as Harley tries to figure out what to do.

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[_robin_go_boom_]

See, there's this great dream going on with Jason, Harley and Ivy. There's something about tendrils and blondes and readheads and..

a Joker's laugh. Oh, that'll wake him up like noone's business. Jason bolts upright, straight off the bed. He's still half-dressed in his costume, utility belt and shorts. He lands with a thump into a fighter's crouch, instinct taking him to reach under the small table.

Out comes a crowbar.

He doesn't look back towards Harley. His voice is a whisper, angry and full of rage. "God/damn/ I should have known better. Hide. Get down, stay down, don't let him see you."

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[harley_is_love]

Harley looks at him hurt, and whispers back, "You think I planned this?" She looks around the room for a place to hide. And rolls to get down under the bed. She doesn't like this. Not one bit.