( there's a guy back home called deadman, who is, in fact, a dead man. a dead man who possess bodies of people who are still alive to get into all kinds of shenanigans. jason's never met a ghost, but he's not discounting the existence of anything. the sewers beneath his city are home to a massive mutated guy who answers to killer croc, some idiot with a really creepy snort-laugh calls himself penguin, a lawyer burned half his face off and went batshit, a guy runs around the streets after dark in a bat-suit kicking the shit out of anyone who pisses him off enough--so, you know. ghosts are acceptable.
as is this just--being her thing. invisigirl, which is perfectly acceptable if inconvenient. jason can shake it off and run with it. )
Sorry. ( with a look that's halfway between embarrassed and put out. ) Not about the ghost shit, the almost stabbing you bit. You threw me off a little.
( a truth he's only admitting because she is a kid. if she'd been damn near anyone else, he would have just told her to fuck off already. or thrown the knife--not to kill, just to cut deep enough as a warning. )
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as is this just--being her thing. invisigirl, which is perfectly acceptable if inconvenient. jason can shake it off and run with it. )
Sorry. ( with a look that's halfway between embarrassed and put out. ) Not about the ghost shit, the almost stabbing you bit. You threw me off a little.
( a truth he's only admitting because she is a kid. if she'd been damn near anyone else, he would have just told her to fuck off already. or thrown the knife--not to kill, just to cut deep enough as a warning. )