"You're talking to me through your mind, love. You're in a 'pocket space' and don't ask cause I'm not fuckin explaining it. But our connection is two way and spirits are easier to herd than you think, especially if it catches the scent of that same city it just finished mauling.."

"Catches the.. you'd send Batman's Tulpa here? To me?"

"Told you it wouldn't be pleasant. You'd be locked in the box with that thing until I could separate it from the Bat and make my way to you. Seeing as how there'd be a whole Asylum to search, I don't like the odds of getting to you before it does."

"I'm not inside the asylum."

"You said yo-"

"I passed through the fog but not on foot, we're above you in an airship."

A stunned laugh followed by a sigh.

"Sodding Gotham." He groans. "Are you actually asking me to consider that?"

>"It's better than ending up in a coma, or worse. Besides this place is basically a replica of the city at this point, I think I can manage to hide out until you get to me on the ship. Just.. try to hurry."
>"Shit.. No, I'm not. I don't want to end up in a coma but I'd rather be asleep than a corpse. Do what you gotta do, but you'll owe me."
>"There's always the third option where you stop being a coward and find a way to handle this without frying my brain or sicking a pissed off monster on me."
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