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So

Once again I wake up not knowing where I am, what's going on or what to do.

At least this time I'm not still suffering from crowbar indentations

What am I supposed to call you, Mundane? Is that the thing now? Danesy?

C'mon, you hold all the cards. What's the plan?

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If you let them have control, they'll make you regret it.

Is that so.

How do you get around that, then? Help a comrade who's totally new out

Either you show em who's boss or.. I guess have a nice writer.

I doubt your mun-person holds all the cards. After all, I've got some right here! [Reaching into his jacket, he pulls out some joker cards and throws them into the air like confetti.] Ahahahahaha!!

Oh. The clown is here too. That's not a bother in the slightest.
[Loads guns]

I'm sorry, but have we met? It's just that, normally, people don't point guns at me until I've done something to 'em!

I suppose it would be hard for you to differentiate between all of the people you've killed. Did I not make a mark on your memory, you pathetic psychopath?

Oh, I'm just terrible with matching names and faces. Could I have a hint?

How about I drag you into an alleyway, smash your face into a wall and do a little matchmaking between your spine and this crowbar?

You're quite creative, I'll give you that! Not much for giving hints, though. I mean, sure, you say that I killed you, but do you have any idea how little that narrows things down?

The crowbar is the clue. As is the Red Hood moniker I'm sporting.

Well, you're clearly not me - no sense of humour - so I don't know what you mean by that Red Hood bit... [From what I can gather from Arkham City, he did kill Jason Todd, but it's not clear if he came back as the Red Hood yet. Still, the crowbar comment helps him put two and two together - it's not often that he gets to kill someone like that.] ...Oh, so you're that Bird Brain, aren't you? Ooh hoo hoo, that brings back memories!

"Generally? I think they're 'muns.' Mine prefers 'landlady.'"

He likes to be called 'Keeper'. Or so I'm getting told. Apparently there are games he wants me to take part in? Are there competitions here or something?

"More like..." She thinks on it. "There's something out there called 'Hypertime' which, from what the Flash told me, is this weird place between realities where all posibilities are or could be real. Think of it as a very bizarre highway where all the exits lead to different possible worlds."

"He said this was how I could have experienced all those different lifetimes. It was because Dark Angel dropped me on this highway."

"If hypertime is a highway, where we are now is..." She searches for the word. "Sort of a rest stop or hotel. The 'games' this 'Keeper' wants to put you into are worlds; parallel realities which could become your home."

"Like all changes, these worlds could make your reality worse, the same or...or even better. It is going to be more in your own hands."

I see. I'm stuck in limbo, between worlds, my future written out by my Keeper like a goddamn simulation? Only there'll be times when I'm completely unaware of it and just living life in one of these games.

Sounds great.

She shakes her head, and her long black hair sways with it. "No. Not limbo. Just a place of pause before going somewhere else. You...You have a Keeper. There's a kind of symbiosis there - and it means you won't be just left."

"We find the Keepers as much as they find us. We end up with them because in some way they need us."

She sighs. "And it can be better. In the nearly seven years I've been with this Keeper...Well, one version of me - the 'main' version - abandoned her friends and then was written out of reality. Me? It hasn't been paradise, but I'm married. I have two beautiful children and I have a sense of identity. When I come to these places and am aware there's a different set of Donna Troys...I feel like I'm more 'me' than 'me.'"

"That's the chance your Keeper is offering, whether they know or not. Your destiny is not less in your own hands. It's more in your hands - now that you know who is at the wheel - which is very scary."

Could call her by her name if you wanna step outside the box here. Just a thought.

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