“that’s…neat.” listening to her unique way of talking and what she has to say along with it, he’d definitely show being more fascinated if his entire body didn’t feel like it was burning with fire right now too. but he’s still very much listening to and absorbing the very unusual girl. “yeah, i can create a bat with energy from my hands. it’s a long story.” same story he and his brothers were given such weird names. blue eyes watch her for a moment, a small smile twitching at his lips before joining in, “—–like this.” showing her the demonstration she’s trying to make with her hands, doing the same thing she’s doing except blue electricity flickers from finger tips and a blue glow forms in one palm before hiding that hand then extending his other out where the blue glow now appears here. switching both hands in and out, a small genuine laugh escaping him at the game temporarily distracting him from everything else that’s happened tonight.
“thanks,” chuckling, “but you don’t gotta worry about it. they said i wasn’t strong enough and that i’m worthless too many times, so that happened.” lazily gesturing with his arm at the demolished buildings, leaving his brothers as a vague ‘they’. he doesn’t want to talk about them right now. “that’s really what it takes to make me that angry.” he’s not exactly proud of it, but he’s glad someone finally sees him as strong. “oh, well i’m glad i can sport the IN look then.” making a joke out of his pain is definitely his best option right now, wiping his crimson stained hands on his jeans.
forcing himself to lean up once the girl named harley begins to drag him along with her, stumbling over his dirty converses a few times before walking straight, “what’s arkham? would they do test experiments on me there??” fretting, even more so once the sirens get louder. the only reassuring thing about being in a different city is the fact it would take scientists a good while to figure out what could weaken a being like him, at least.
that was a LOT more information than she thought she’d get -- even as she appreciated his little light show. neater and neater, she finds herself slipping back into that MINDSET of diagnosis. worthlessness and weakness shoved down someones throat? bound to make them explosive. that’s just a FACT! but she doesn’t really say that right now, not while she’s dragging him down the street. there’ll be LOTS of time for questions when they get to the hideout. and yet, when he asks what ARKHAM is -- it takes everything not to stop and stare for a moment.
“ wowza, you really aren’t from around here -- and here i thought everyone’s heard ‘a th’famous arkham asylum. huh, guess not. weird! “
not that this gives any kind of answer other than referring to it as an asylum. truth is, she knows MORE about that place than anyone. not only a PRISONER, but an employee. something of a sore spot but hey -- she WAS asked a question. and so as she moves them along so NIMBLY down the street she just keeps on talking.
“ it’s where they put the BADDIES. an asylum for th’criminally insane. and, boy are there a lot a’ them wandering th’streets ‘a gotham. it seems real nice, like they’re tryin’ ta fix ‘em or somethin’ but it’s a real shit show in there. “
as if she’s saying the most NORMAL thing. as if she hasn’t been in there NUMEROUS times. if he knows anything of context clues he’ll look at the harlequin and KNOW. but that doesn’t answer his other question. pace picked up as those sirens grow louder -- almost to the entrance but not QUITE.
“ they do lot’s a so called TESTS on th’patients. even the ones without th’powers of a LITERAL bomb. buuuut, they do stuff with the supers too. i mean... they gotta, right? how else would they have all those special cells ta neutralize powers? “
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