[From here]Sho came to a halt as he topped the stairs, glancing down this hallway and that. He had a triumvirate of options and he hadn't a clue which one was right
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It looked like their luck wasn't meant to last. Some people had come up here before them, and Harvey eyed the two younger men (who were far closer to Jason's age) with a frown before he turned back to his consort for the night. (In fact, it was getting to a point where it was every night, but Harvey wasn't going to dwell on that for too long.)
"Where from here?" he asked, though it was half-rhetorical. He reached into the too-small pockets of their standard-issue pants and pulled out some folded pieces of paper; the maps that he'd had the presence of mind to tear out of his journal after the mishap the other night.
He unfolded them and was about to extend them toward Jason so that the other man could use a flashlight to illuminate them, but that was when he realized that the kid didn't have one. Grumbling to himself, Harvey held the maps with one hand and aimed his own flashlight at them with the other. He had to shuffle them around a bit before getting to the page that had the second floor sketched out onto it.
Two-Face not knowing what a metahuman was or even having heard of Big Blue or any of the others who'd been around as long as Jason could remember was bugging him more than it should. If they didn't exist there then there was more difference between whatever worlds they had come from than just timing. Maybe he should have expected that, since the whole point of alternate worlds was that they were different. But there was so much else alike and such a basic fact being wrong was more off-putting than he'd expected. Not that he would miss the metas if they weren't around but he had come to expect them. It did make him wonder who else might be missing from Dent's Gotham
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It looked like Jason had decided to drop their discussion about metas and Metropolis, whatever all of that was. While Harvey was somewhat annoyed at not knowing so much, he realized that it didn't really apply to what they were trying to do here in the institute, meaning that it was for the best to just leave it alone. It sounded like it would be a lot to explain, anyway, and Harvey didn't have the patience for a long, drawn-out story
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It looked like their luck wasn't meant to last. Some people had come up here before them, and Harvey eyed the two younger men (who were far closer to Jason's age) with a frown before he turned back to his consort for the night. (In fact, it was getting to a point where it was every night, but Harvey wasn't going to dwell on that for too long.)
"Where from here?" he asked, though it was half-rhetorical. He reached into the too-small pockets of their standard-issue pants and pulled out some folded pieces of paper; the maps that he'd had the presence of mind to tear out of his journal after the mishap the other night.
He unfolded them and was about to extend them toward Jason so that the other man could use a flashlight to illuminate them, but that was when he realized that the kid didn't have one. Grumbling to himself, Harvey held the maps with one hand and aimed his own flashlight at them with the other. He had to shuffle them around a bit before getting to the page that had the second floor sketched out onto it.
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