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There were some unsettling rumors going around Gotham and Blüdhaven, clown related shenanigans. And when it came to clowns, he had ZERO tolerance. Chances were high it was a copy-cat, or someone thinking he could become the prince of crime in a matter of minutes if they used a big name, after all, the real deal was dead, cremated. A too easy way out of this life for a scum like that. And he’d been robbed of his revenge. But either way, he was at peace now… in a way. But since he’d heard the rumors of this new threat, Jason had been trying his best to track it down. This was Gotham after all, there’s still this small hope inside him that maybe he’ll get his revenge after all. But no luck in finding out, well, anything. It was time to step on his pride and call the cavalry. Thus his presence in this apartment.
He’d heard that Barbara had a run-in with his old friend as well. And she hadn’t been as lucky as him to escape unscathed, but seeing her made his heart stop. He knew her as this beautiful woman, light on her feet, kicking ass as Batgirl. Hell, the first time he saw he could have sworn he’d had a crush on her. A childish crush, but a crush nonetheless. This was heartbreaking. But they were both fighters, he knew as much, and she wouldn’t let anything bring her down. So of course she knew he was there. And who he was. But he’d rather not remove the helmet for now, instead he moved into the light so that he’s more than just a silhouette now. “Now that’s the Barbara I know. What gave me away? Was it the crappy cologne?“ She’s right to suppose he’d come here for a reason, but now he almost wished this was just a courtesy call, after all, they had some certain things in common. “You know me so well. I need your help.” It’s all he says for now. He’d first check to see her reaction to his request before throwing the slight possibility at her. He’s learned to be cautious lately.
It was good that he didn’t take off his helmet and let her read the thoughts he was having-- she wouldn’t have appreciated pity or reminiscing of her time as Batgirl at all-- not when she knew she was teetering on the edge of obsessiveness with the cause of her permanent affliction. Even though Jason too was a victim, they were very different victims and she did not feel ready to neither share her trauma with Jason, nor offer to take his load. It’s selfish, she knows, especially when as Batgirl, she’d been a role model for the Robins, coaching them and keeping them in line-- and keeping young boys like Dick and Jason in line was certainly a feat, even if that line was very very broad.
“I can’t say” she smiles, although she wouldn’t exactly call the cologne crappy. “I’ve got to keep the upper hand whenever I can” and isn’t that all she’s got left now to keep herself safe and sound in this dangerous game. Secrets. She has a hunch about what he needs help in and she is already thinking about how to stall him for the moment-- until she has her own bearings done. Truth be told, the case had been a curve-ball for her too-- she’d started having trouble sleeping, focused on obsessively gathering information and creating links and figuring out what she could high up in her tower. She should have accounted for Jason to show up too-- but she hadn’t, which just proved how badly this new copy-cat had affected her. “I’ll hear your request out” she says lightly, while leaning over to press a button and causing the monitors to flicker on and start displaying data. “It must be quite serious for you to need help with it. Fortunately, you’ve come to the right place”
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