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With most of the world busy with the dramas that sprang forth from twitter (though it was kind of oddly fun to read), and Cami no where to be bothered just at the moment it seemed like a great time to poke around some more of the island. I mean…how bad could it be? Every good Batman should know his home turf, and the ‘Batcave’ was pretty damned tiny even if it was a damp little basement room.

He took Noni with him (naturally) – their ongoing argument back and forth as to the nature of ‘what she’d look like if she were still a monster’ was, kind of still a thing because the book series he’d been so immersed in before he left for the island had heavily implied that she was a ‘lizard sort of thing’.

Noni for her part had on multiple occasions expressed great offence and corrected him that she was in fact much closer to a ‘tiger sort of thing’, which had led to recitations of poetry, Tigra jokes, and counter threats about finding ways to if not smother him in his sleep, than at least making him snore terribly… somehow.

Jasper blinked, it was a fabulous thing to do really, and good for lubricating eyes and hopefully keeping skin-crawling centipedes out of your eyes mostly, though it did nothing to prevent them from getting quite literally under your skin.
It also was good at registering a degree of surprise, which was more or less exactly how he was feeling as he processed the information provided, and the subsequent request.


“Sweet” He declared and offered a hand to shake the shorter hunter’s hand.

“I’m, Jasper…. Awesome cape man.”

Which seemed to imply that he not only didn’t mind being preemptively hated, but that he was accepting the offer whole-heartedly, after all, he still needed a sidekick. He looked –just- a bit gothic to be a true ‘Robin’ but really so long as he didn’t turn out to be ‘bat-mite’ variety that was JUST fine.


“…So, just to be clear, why are we hating me again?”

Contamination? Jasper made a discrete ‘sniff’ to try and ensure that his ‘rite-guard’ hadn’t joined the ranks of the undead. “…I swear I showered recently.” He said arching his eyebrows with at least some measure of concern that he was missing something. “… Is it the after-shave? There weren’t a lot of options.”

The information about the poetry just made him grin. “Awww, you thought about me, that’s so sweet!” He patted his new ‘friend’ on the shoulder with an accepting grin. “I have NOT written any poetry about you, but I promise that’s for the best. I really think I should be paid NOT to write poetry to be honest.” He nodded.

He followed of course, required presence after all. Sometimes you just needed someone to be there even if it was utterly not needed. Perfectly reasonable, sometimes you required a good Kaiju movie, no one really ‘needed’ Godzilla, not like they needed air but the presence in your things was just nice.

He kind of wanted that cape…well; he’d prefer a batman cape, and a cowl. “We should get you a mask buddy, we could do this whole neat…brooding vigilante thing, fighting to clear the streets of creepy monsters. Ideal would be if you had like… a motorcycle with some kind of Death-team insignia.”

He rambled on in a similar tangent till they reached the training field, and the trees. His first suspicion was that something was stuck in the tree, after all why else would someone want someone of his height?

“… is this one of Charlie Brown’s kite eating trees?”

“Rrrrright.” He said staring at the boxes dubiously. The name ‘Dark one’ got an even stranger look, which was pretty bad all things considered given that Oz was talking to someone who liked to be referred to as ‘Batman’.
He shook the box idly and sighed, rolling his eyes.

“… Well… I suppose for now I’m a little more ‘Mister J’ than... Batman.”

Jasper raised a hand in greeting to his fellow hunter.

“HEY how’s it going? I uh… I have been conscripted to serve the dark lord, if you know whom that is…than I congratulate you. Would you like to buy some ‘LOLLYPOPS’ He said with a particular emphasis on the word that said it was not at ALL ‘candy on a stick’.

“Apparently the contents of this box are NOT so easy to get onto the island because they are being sold at a fair premium by our tiny dark lord.”

Jasper picked up one of the five boxes and opened it, arching his eyebrows sharply and then turned it to show to the new comer.

“… Um… THAT.” He said and closed the box almost as quickly. “Which I very much doubt we’ll be calling anything other than a Lollypop unless we want latrine duty.”

“Nooo pretty sure that small dark and creepy knows where I live. I’d rather not be smothered in my sleep and used as a mushroom farm.” He confirmed.

“Barter can happen, but no items UNLESS you have an um ‘Greater Runic Stone’. He said checking writing on his arm.
Barter starts at…500.”

“Four hundred.” He countered. “Lot in there…You could totally share OR use it for…uh… well a long long time. Also just saying if I ever see you make brownies I am NOT eating them. Sorry dude.” He grinned and shook the box gently