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[guess who is a light and restless sleeper, for pretty much exactly this reason? yep, it's jason. he remains in pretend-sleep for another few seconds, listening for sounds of the intruder moving about until he decides he's had enough of waiting. he slips his hand under his pillow to quietly unsheathe the combat knife he keeps there for just such an occasion.]

You've got about three seconds to explain what the hell you're doing in my room before I start pokin' holes in you.

[ Guess who should have guessed he'd get roomed with Captian PTSD? This guy, the guy with nearly the worst luck in the world.

Dropping the suit across the other bed, he turned, dropping his arms to the side. The glowing eyes probably not helping. ]

First, I would ask you not do that, it would end badly for both of us. Secondly, hello, I'm your new roommate it seems. My name is Michael, I would have assumed someone should have mentioned it but, alas. [ He spoke in a very nice Grecian accent, just the slightest list from his fangs making some letters harder to say.]

Bold of you to assume that anyone tells anyone anything around here.

[but that's a legit explanation - jason remembers, now that he's slightly more awake, that the locks on the doors here are biometric. you'd have to be one hell of a hacker to bypass that, so this guy must be telling the truth about being his new roomie.

jason turns over and sits up, but slides his knife out from underneath the pillow all the same. he may be dumb (he's not), but he's not that dumb. he squints into the dark, trying to make out the rest of the person attached to the glowing eyes.]

Jason, [he offers, by way of introducing himself.]

A fine point.

[ Nothing ever went his way, he was the anti-Domino. The WORST luck.

Those glowing eyes could see as well as Jason can in the day. Perks of psuedo-vampirisim. Blinking must be a riot to see from the outside. Red on, red off, and repeat. Michael turns to sit his stuff on the other bed. ]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Jason. I do apologize for waking you and the impromptu move in.

[it’s a little unnerving, watching those glowing eyes flick on and off, but jason doesn’t spook easily. he’s seen too much to be afraid of a guy with glowing eyes.]

It’s fine. I wasn’t really sleeping yet.

[yes he was.]

So, Mike, where’re you from? Is this your first time getting sucked into the alternate universe tango, or have you done this dance before?

[ Ra's Al Ghul's face is scarier, lets be real. And swimming laps in the Pit. ]

Still, it is rude.

[ He replied, moving around like he didn't need the light at all. ]

Michael, and most recently New York, but this is technically my first time being pulled against my will, but I do know it happens sometimes. And yourself?

[on morbius' side is the fact that he hasn't seemed at all aggressive. jason's pretty good at reading for things like that, and despite the weirdness and the unexpectedness, his new roommate seems pretty chill - so far.]

Gotham City, New Jersey. Been a couple years since I was there, though - this is my third stop on the strange train. So far? This place sucks slightly less than the other two.

Strange, I don't know of a Gotham in Jersey, just people once calling New York that. Well, I suppose that means we are not from the same world.

[ Nah, he only got aggressive when someone's cruel to weaker people or he was hungry. He tended to be pretty chill other wise. But he was a snickers commercial. He's just not himself when hes Hangry. ]

This is officially my first time, but I did work for a side division of SHIELD, called ARMOR that used to track the Multiverse, so I am not unfamiliar with the idea.

Yeah, that's not a surprise.

[not that he's bitter or anything! but even those people who know him seem to be from a slightly different plane of existence than jason - or maybe it's the other way around. as far as he knows, tim drake doesn't exist in his gotham.]

How exactly does one track a multiverse?

I suppose it's not, no.

[ Did Jersey even have a hero? Probably, he didnt care about Jersey to be honest. ]

By being technically under house arrest by a large secret service. They assigned the job I mostly watched screens and cured any illnesses cosmic anomaley's brought through. Which is more boring than it sounds.

[most people don't care about jersey tbh.]

Must be really boring, then. How often would you say cosmic anomalies brought through mysterious illnesses?

Utterly boring, and more often than one really should have to deal with that. But it was a better option than jail. I will always take work over jail. I'm sure you understand.

[oh, jason definitely understands.]

I think most people would take work over jail. What'd they have on you?

...twenty plus counts of involuntary manslaughter.

[ He's ... just gonna let that sink in. ]

[jason doesn't blink an eye at this admission. he's done plenty of murders himself, after all - on purpose.]

So they were accidents, right? That's prob'ly better than intentional murder.

[no judgment here.]

[ He looked a little uncomfortable and gave a shrug of his shoulders. ]

Mostly yes, the blood lust sometimes over rides my senses until I can not stop until the thirst is quenched, however, some of them were just assholes the world was better off without.

There’re a lot of assholes the world would be better off without, in my experience.

[jason knows gotham isn’t unique in that respect. still, morbius’ choice of words here seems a little weird.]

When you say blood lust, what exactly does that mean?

I try to stick to those particular breed of asshole. Then again I do have the spirit of vengence breathing down my neck to never spill innocent blood again back home.

[ Michael's bloody life. He just sighs as he sits on the edge of his bed his eyes still glowing as he crossed one leg over the other. ]

Well, Jason, I am vampire-ish. I am not a true vampire by any means, their is nothing mythical about me you see. I am a creation of science gone wrong. I am basically a vampire though, so sometimes if I dont feed enough I lose control.

welp. that's definitely not the kind of thing jason expected to hear, ever, from anyone. vampire-ish. in a literal sense, not just the metaphorical. jason's eyes go a little wide with surprise, but to his credit, he doesn't seem alarmed.]

Huh ... well, I guess that's fair. Everyone gets hangry sometimes. [jason ... no.] Do the mythic type of vampires also exist where you're from, or are you the only one, period?

[ It was almost like sitting in that court room with protesters screaming outside to just kill him. Yet, when Jason didn't scream hateful words at him his while mood seemed to shift from a slight but calm type of worry to simply relaxing some. ]

I am always hungry, Jason, but I learned control a long time ago. I have been this thing I am for a good number of years. And yes, yes they do, They wish me dead as much as the humans do. I even have a vampire hunter who checks in on me regularly, so I have to move a lot.

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