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Who: Jason Todd and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: A few hours before the shuffle.

[ The broadcast begins with a close-up of a man's face, brow furrowed, head tossing slightly in the throes of some flavor of bad dream. His mouth shapes words that could be no and Mom. When he starts to move more energetically, the camera zooms out and pans down, giving the audience a good view of the thrashing and -- yep, that's actual fighting, pure muscle memory and surprisingly good technique, given that he's unconscious. Probably a good thing this guy's sleeping alone, because anyone in bed with him would be being beaten pretty badly right about now. By the look on his face, though, the fight he's dreaming about is one he's losing, no matter how good he might be.

There's a sharp indrawn breath when he wakes up, but besides that, the biggest clue is that he goes perfectly still for a moment. Then he takes inventory, eyes still closed, flexing his ankle to test for the feel of the boot knife, stretching and moving in ways that would let him locate weapons by feel, rather than just reaching for what he should have on him and letting anyone watching know just where he hides the goodies.

...Nothing. He opens his eyes, reaches for the ones that would be less obvious -- nope, even the garrote wire's gone. Whoever searched him was thorough.

Though somehow his jacket's back, and in one piece. Huh.

He sits up, looks around for a minute, and then speaks to the empty air. ]

...Hey, Bats, if this was your idea, consider me incredibly unamused.

[ Or, wait, no, that's not right, there's something... he knows something... ]

Wait, I'm in space?

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[ ...well this is awkward. ]

Iii'm guessing by 'replacement' you mean Tim. He's on my ship. Cass is here too.

[ There's a little bit of tension in the set of his jaw for a second, quickly smoothed over. He may have reached the point of grudging respect for Tim after their little scuffle, but he's still not happy about... well... Tim's entire existence, pretty much. ]

...I guess not all the Gotham imports can be cute and charming.

Is Cass the new Batgirl? I've heard of her, but we haven't met.

[ She'll have to ask Tim later what the deal is with him and Jason. She can let it go for now. ]

Well he's one of those things... [ Her tone's sweet and innocent, knowing Tim's going to see this later. She loves you, Tim. ]

Yeah, that's her. She's pretty great.

So you think he's cute? Is that Bat-romance I smell in the air? [ griiiiin ] Sorry if it's old news, but you know how it is -- die for a little while and you miss all the gossip.

...Really, though, I'm looking forward to meeting Cass. The things I heard made her sound terrifying. [ And somehow, that's not a bad thing, and it's evident in his tone. ]

[ She flushes pink, but there's a tiny private smile too. It's a recent development. Re-development. Whatever. ] He's my boyfriend. So... kinda, yeah. If you really want, we can get together later and I'll catch up you on gossip when we're not actively broadcasting to the fleet.

And... I don't know if terrifying is the word for her. Spooky, sometimes, but she's a sweetheart. She's better than any of us, though. Way better.

[ He really likes this girl. A lot. It's a shame she's Tim's girlfriend, because that's going to get all kinds of awkward pretty soon. ]

I'm looking forward to it. [ And in return, although he won't say so publicly, he's going to give her the Robin orientation she should have had. ]

Makes sense. Most of what I was hearing about her didn't exactly come from upstanding citizens. Spooky and better in a fight than the rest of us little birds sounds like something that would give your average Gotham thug nightmares.

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