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Steph's sitting in the rafters. Not, for once, out of any particular desire to Lurk; things are going well, lately. Just out of a vague feeling that if she doesn't spend some time up high in the shadows she'll go crazy.

Besides, she likes the rafters. They're quiet and warm and comfy - well, comfy compared to rooftops, at least - and you can see almost everything going on below.

You can take the girl out of Gotham...

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"Just stuff with wars and sharp objects," He says with a shrug and dismissive wave of one hand. "Nothing much important."

"...aren't wars usually important?" Steph queries, eyeing him. "At least, to the people in 'em? Which I'm assuming you were, 'cos."

"My galaxy tends to have lots of wars. Usually huge ones," He shrugs. "Can't shake a stick without hitting a war."

"Heh. Your galaxy's a weird, weird place."

Of course, she's basing this more or less entirely on the pilots she knows from there. Kell Tainer, Wes Janson and Atton.

- hey, any galaxy that can produce those three's pretty much weird by default, Steph figures.

"Pfft. As if yours isn't." Beat. "Is it?"

Steph thinks about it.

For at least three seconds.

"...yeah, it really is."

"Ha! I win."

"No, you don't. Yours is weirder. I betcha anything."

"Betcha it isn't. What's the weirdest thing in yours?"

Steph's forehead creases in concentration.

"... You go first."

Steph has NO IDEA what's the weirdest thing in her world. There are a LOT of weird things in the DC universe.

"Erm. Sleeps-With-Vibroblades. Or possibly that Bith band I've forgotten the name of."

" - who sleeps with vibroblades? That kinda sounds seriously painful!"

"This guy. Grey skin, cracked all over, one blind eye - Likes going 'round without a shirt on, y'can't miss him," He grins. "Called himself Lord of Pain before he got killed."

"He's here?"

Steph has no idea what a vibroblade actually is, but she can guess.

"Someone in this bar gets off with - vibroblades?"

"Haha, no. Y'can't miss him if you go to the past of my galaxy," He laughs. "Not here. Y'think I'd be sitting and calmly discussing him if he was?"

"That's a relief. Because can I just totally register an EW?"

A beat, and she adds "Also, your galaxy is weirder. I rest my case."

"You haven't told me the weirdest thing from your galaxy yet, though."

"Our world has a lot of weird things. I don't know. Hmmm ... well, there's some guy who was, like, a giant moth, and turned into this big quivering pink thing and had a thousand little red-haired babies who were actually, like, fully-formed at birth? That's the weirdest thing I've seen. But I've heard of weirder."

"See, that's weirder even than a guy who gets off on vibroblades," Atton grins. "Giant moth with thousands of little babies? Weird."

"Little man babies." Steph shudders in recollection. "...Your galaxy doesn't have chocolate, though! Now that's weird!"

Atton blinks slightly.
"... Chocolate?"

"... chocolate!"

Steph is appalled.

"You've been here for how long now and you've never had chocolate?!"

"What? Just 'cause I'm not eating your strange Earth ... things ..." Beat. "What the kriff is chocolate, anyway?"

Steph shakes herself free of the shock.

"Stay right there. Don't move. This is vital," she orders, slipping off the rafter she's been lying on and dropping lightly to the floor to run towards the bar.

Atton snorts, lying back on the rafter he's on and waiting for her.