That's rough, buddy. Did I bust you out back in your world, or did you get yourself out? The you from my world made... a big impression.[Tim switches the phone around as he continues typing. Granted, he didn't think Jason was back in Arkham in his world right now.]
I figured it'd match the feeling in your soul.
It's... I was working it out, before I came here. {The typing slows down. He pauses, a bit reluctant to divulge.] Mostly, my immune system sucks. I can't catch a cold or I might be out for a month; no more sewage hunts for Clayface or Croc if I don't want to die from something nasty.
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on 2018-02-17 12:14 pm (UTC)I figured it'd match the feeling in your soul.
It's... I was working it out, before I came here. {The typing slows down. He pauses, a bit reluctant to divulge.] Mostly, my immune system sucks. I can't catch a cold or I might be out for a month; no more sewage hunts for Clayface or Croc if I don't want to die from something nasty.