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Terry had sent the message out, and now he was waiting on one of the couches in the obs deck. He'd heard about Jason being on the ship, but had yet to meet him. Well, it was about time that he did. They were all part of the same family, in a sense. He figured that more or less made them allies. And it was important to know his allies.

[ooc: This is mostly for Jason, but anyone in the area can feel free to talk to Terry. Just do so in a separate thread from the Jason stuff, please.]

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"2053. I started in 2050." He could have just left it at that, but he was starting to get defensive. "And in case you're wondering, Bruce is still alive in my world. He agreed to let me be Batman."

Truth be told, Terry didn't want anyone to think that he had stolen the title, or forced Bruce to let him have it. Sure, he stole the Batsuit, but he had been willing to give it up after he almost killed Powers. Bruce had let him be Batman, even if Terry had taken the suit. Or at least that was how he justified the theft to himself.

Jason blinked. That was just so far in the future. How had the old man lived so long? It was really mind boggling. "Alternate Universe..." The words left his mouth before he could stop them. But the sadness wasn't hiding from his words and voice.

"Sorry Terry. Maybe you are Batman back in your world. And you're a damn lucky bastard at that. But Bruce... back where I'm from... he's gone. Dead." He shakes his head a bit. His heart hurting as he spoke. Because he knew that even if Bruce was here, and he might be able to connect with him, it wasn't the same.

Terry didn't want to touch the subject of alternate universes with a ten foot pole. It made his head hurt trying to figure out all the differences. Still, it was kind of unavoidable, wasn't it?

"Yeah, I know," he replied curtly to the comment about Bruce being dead. "Damien told me. So have a few other people. It's not the only thing different about our worlds, either. Like the way that Barbara Gordon is paralyzed in your world, but fine in mine." Or how you don't seem to exist.

He blinked a bit and watched the guy in front of him. There was something he wasn't saying. And Jason was starting to get pissed. He shook his head and then smiled.

"Seems that our dear old Batgirl leaves a print on everyone." He frowns a bit. "And you can thank the Joker for paralyzing her. If it hadn't been for the old man, I would have handled him myself." A dark look passed over his eyes, but he didn't look away. It was obvious that he had serious issues with the Clown Prince of Crime. Huge, mammoth sized issues.

Wait, that's how Barbara Gordon was paralyzed? But the Joker? "That goddamned sonuva &%#$@. Seems like every universe he has to ruin at least one person's life," he said. It just popped out before he could really think. He couldn't help it - if there was one person he hated more then Derek Powers, the man that had his father murdered, it was the Joker.

Jason smirked. "In mine, he's ruined far more than one life." He shook his head and looked away. His hand going up to his hair and rubbing at something hidden underneath. A small scar that you couldn't see, but Jason knew was there. Just like the bruises that he could see on his fingers, but weren't really there.

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