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[anewlanguage]

Every now and then, this place just outdoes itself.

[Today he's bitter about it, but Cain always adapts before long.]

Check in, all of you who've still got your hands or mouths or the ability to tap Morse Code.


[PRIVATE to DEAN WINCHESTER:]

Hey. Feel like home yet?


[PRIVATE to CASSANDRA:]

You all right?


[PRIVATE to BARBARA:]

You, you especially, check in.

Comments

[ Private ]

[surfaceshine]

Hilarious.

[ Private ]

[anewlanguage]

Y'know, I can't decide if it'd be an insult if I asked how you did.

[In Gotham, implying that someone's skills aren't up to the task is a pretty nasty insult.]

You remember me at all?

[ Private ]

[surfaceshine]

You know, a better question would be why do you care?

[Then, of course, he has his answer. And so does Cain:]

Great. Another one. Did that asshole sleep at all or did he just spend the entire damn time talking to anyone in sight?

[ Private ]

[anewlanguage]

[He snickers, can't help it.]

I never saw him sleep but that's probably 'cause I was his inmate. He probably had a siren that went off whenever I came by.

[That Dean won't even refer to a past version of himself as anything but another person says a lot, and Cain takes a moment to decide how to roll with it.]

Anyway. I care 'cause I know you're one of the few people on board who's hard to shock. Whatever your home was like, it's got you all set for life here. Pretty handy.

[ Private ]

[surfaceshine]

Fantastic.

[Logically, Dean knew that since the previous version of himself had been a warden, he must have had an inmate; he even knows that inmate must have graduated, because no one's pissed off that the other Dean isn't here anymore. Not for that reason, anyway.

He's distinctly unimpressed to actually be talking to the man, though, although it's true: he doesn't look even remotely shocked.]

Yeah that's exactly how I would describe it. Handy. [Or, you know, not.] We don't have to do this. Whatever "this" is.

[ichoosefight]

Yo.

[ Wow, hands and a mouth.

And morse code too, but that would just be silly. ]

[anewlanguage]

[He grins]

Show off.

[PRIVATE]

Gordon said you were after the Joker. After what he did to Iris.

private;

[ichoosefight]

Someone else beat me to the punch. But I did get to express my opinion all over a bunch of inanimate objects and abused animals.

private;

[anewlanguage]

How would you feel about throwing me a couple details about what happened to him?

[It's not a wardenly thing to ask, but right about now he'd be willing to go back to scratch if it meant a little satisfaction for everything the Joker did.]

private;

[ichoosefight]

Supergirl and Captain America softened him up, but I think it was C'rizz who finally took him in. I'm not a hundred percent sure, I wasn't there.

[text]

[routemistress]

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[voice]

[anewlanguage]

[he barks a laugh]

More'n breathing, if you're up for joking. Can you talk yet?

[video/private]

[routemistress]

[She's not looking good. She's lying flat, back in her own room, lapped in dogs, but she's smiling.]

You 'ave to kill me a lot 'arder than that to stop me joking, sunshine.

[A beat.]

M'sorry. I really never saw that coming.

[video/private]

[anewlanguage]

How'd he get you?

[The fact that it's not Jack's fault, that there's no revenge to be had (or any forgiveness, either) means that it all just has to sit, like a puddle of acid.]

[private]

[routemistress]

[She keeps the video feed up, but making mouth noises and keeping her eyes open is more than she's up to for long, so she goes back to putting her words in text.]

he texted me to apologise for being an arse during the flood. around halfway through he turned Jack's back to me, and when he swung around with the gun in his hand he'd stopped being Jack at all.

I didn't see any tells, and he shot first and talked afterwards. I think he's been wearing Jack like a skin. I haven't talked to him yet but I'd bet money he was there for it all, present.

and he was stressy and weird after the flood anyway so that must have acted as camouflage.

i really need to talk to him soon, poor bastard.

Private

[bodilesswarrior]

[A wry, weary smile.] Well, Iris stole my joke.

Re: Private

[anewlanguage]

Sure but I bet you would've tapped up something different.

[notsoneedy]

[Oh hey, it's that one guy who offered to give her knife lessons on literally her first day. What the hell, might as well check in.]

Whatever list it is you have, I doubt on I'm on it. But for the record. [She raises both her hands, wanly; she's tired, and it shows.] Still here. Still in one piece.

[anewlanguage]

Hey, you never know! [He does have lists, actual lists. Assassin habits.]

What's your verdict? How was this uh, what should we call it, adventure?

[notsoneedy]

It sucked.

It was worse than the caves. Sure, it didn't hurt me too much, but the entire ship turning into an evil demented funzone? No thank you. Remind me never to get off if we make a stop in Gotham City.

[Guess who still doesn't know who she's talking to.]

[anewlanguage]

Aw, be fair, Joker's the worst of the worst of Gotham.

Not that their best is much better, but you'd have a whole pack of the Barge crew on your side. That's gotta count for something, right? Anyway, you've really got to try Lizzie Borden's Bagel Hut. They make their own schmears.

[notsoneedy]

So you've been to Gotham before? Are you...are you from there?

['Are you a comic book character' she doesn't say, because that's. Crazy.]

[Private]

[hellofist]

[Well this is new. He actually cares about how she is?]

Went to zero, the first day.

Re: [Private]

[anewlanguage]

What'd they get you in there for?

[Private]

[hellofist]

No one- got me anywhere. I went. Wouldn't risk the toxin.

[The last time she'd had rage inducing drugs on her system on this barge, she'd nearly killed Barbara, threw Anya through a door. She wasn't going to risk that happening again.]