Indie (mostly) Comics Multimuse

"Fair enough. I suppose a place like this is .. truly unique. There's certainly many reasons for people to stay here all this time." The stories about New York, they had heard a few times over the years. And they could respect the way people really did stand by the place, no matter what it felt like.

And New York really has become unlike anywhere else in the world. Other places have their own superheroes, and they might even have some of the big ones to their name, but New York has become a kind of hotbed for superheroes. A cultural hub, even. A hell of a thing to become.

"Hey, with a friend like you, I'm sure everything's gonna be alright," Jake hides it behind a charming smile, but the mention of friends strikes a chord. With so many of the old crew gone, Jake wanted to keep in touch with them. But Marc... the three of them, really, were never the best at keeping in contact. Jake can be glad that Marc has started letting people back in, but it's still a crying shame that he had to burn so many bridges before learning the lesson.

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Kat felt those emotional walls go up with Slade. She continued to smoke her cigarette without a care. "Maybe not fully but enough.." She answered him. He may think himself a villain maybe because it was just easier to.

She shook her head at the mention of capes and cowls. "I'm avoiding that group for now because I feel like they're responsible for my loss.." Yes, she was angry about Jason's murder. She blamed Batman.

Wintergreen, Joseph, Adeline, and Rose all know this. They all know full well what kind of man Slade Wilson is. As do Dick Grayson and his associates.

Of course, Alfred had enough of an understanding to at least trust Bruce wouldn't have brought this to his attention if he didn't think he had to. Given how outlandish it was, and how much more outlandish it got as the kid explains his situation. Catching him up on what happened. He's sceptical, if only because everything that he knows tells him not to trust people at their word. However, he is choosing to trust Bruce's judgement, wherever that's going to lead them until this situation is resolved.

He considers the story carefully. Sounds like the Intergang where this kid came from came into possession of some pretty serious tech. He wonders now if what's been said is true, if he's going to have to deal with more displaced vigilantes. "I suppose Intergang might be our best lead here in getting you back home, kid." He'll have to request files from his bosses, but since they asked him to spy on Batman, he hasn't really wanted to keep going with that. Still, bigger problems prevail. "If not, I can see what else I can find on this...interdimensional technology." It's not a solid way to go, but it's a start. And he figures Bruce has his own ideas.

"If you have Intergang here." It took some time for them to emerge onto the criminal scene, first in Metropolis then decentralizing. And this is still a universe where the Justice League has yet to form. Without that lead... Damian will have to think about where else he can look. The Lazarus Corporation is the next best thing he can think of, but he'd rather not extend a bridge in that direction. Not without exhausting every possible alternative first. The less people know he's from another universe here, the better.

"Hm. Just kind of observing, listening I guess. Sometimes I like paying attention to the small motions, the little senses. Maybe I'm just letting some memories drift through of what potentially arises at night..

"I got a... condition. Inverts my sleep schedule," he elaborates, taking in more smoke with raspy breaths. Pierre always did tell him that the best lies were the ones that weren't lies at all. McCole just isn't talking about the other parts of his condition. The undeath of it all.