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Gwendolyn Poole	Gwen has been absent from the world for awhile. Months. She'd made the jump back to Garbage Space so she could get caught up on the current comic runs, check in to see if her own books were going to start up again anytime soon. Finding out that she's still in some sort of limbo for lack of relevance doesn't sit well with Gwendolyn Poole. Not. One. Bit. Her return to the HAMverse is sudden and a bit sullen, shclumping her way to Gotham for the best pie, and commiseration from someone else that knows what it's like to be dead. Well, so, he was only temporarily dead, but still! He knows! And maybe he'll have some ideas for how to revive herself. So it is that the pink-and-white clad mercenary finds herself at Arcade Diner with no less than five plates, each holding a different type of pie as she tries them all and does her best to brood over them. Not an easy task when one is colored like an Easter marshmallow. But she's going to give it the old 'college try'! She stabs at one of the pie pieces (blueberry with some whipped cream), moodily shoving the fork into her mouth so she can let the pie make her feel temporarily better about her rather sad situation. Waiting. He should be along any minute if she's remembering the right book, and she usually is.
Jason Todd	Yeah. The idea that someone, anyone, could know where he will be and when? That won't go over very well with him. Not that most things do, if one asks those who know him. Grumpy is misguided. Surly is generous. But one cannot defy fate, right? A crimson metallic '69 Mustang Mach-1 rumbles into range at the corner. Turning, the car rolls into the diner's parking lot and growls in defiance as the motor is shut off. Jason Todd gets out and walks toward the diner. Once inside he moves to drop into a booth in the corner where he can see the dining area and the entrance. It's habit. He picks up the menu at the table and begins reviewing it.
Gwendolyn Poole	He's here! While she has the foreknowledge of comic books, it's not always the right issue, or even the right day within the issue, so it's gratifying to see Todd walking into the diner and taking a seat. Gwen continues to lurk in her own booth, peering out at him from around the edge of where she's slumped down. Glancing over to the waitress, she gives a nod before going back to watching the man with the shock of white hair surreptitiously. Well, mostly surreptitiously. He can likely tell someone is peeking at him now and then, but she manages to duck back into her booth before he can locate her. After a few minutes, much sooner than usual, the waitress is carrying a tray towards Jason's booth and laying out a spread for him. Double bacon cheeseburger with all the trimmings, half order of fries, half order of onion rings, side of ranch, and a cola in a tall plastic cup. Then a steaming slice of dutch apple pie with caramel drizzle and a scoop of vanilla ice cream that's juuuuuuuuust starting to soften. The older woman gives him a pleasant smile, tucking the tray under one arm as she heads dutifully back behind the counter to refill a coffee cup for someone at the counter. Gwen peeeeeeeeks around the edge of the booth once more, watching to see how he reacts, forking up another bite of pie.. lemon meringue, this time.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd isn't oblivious, no. When he entered he made note of which tables and booths were occupied and by how many bodies. From where he's sitting, it isn't difficult to guess who is trying to watch him. But at the moment he isn't curious enough to make himself care. But then food arrives before he orders. That makes him care. A lot. He comes somewhat regularly but not so often the waitress knows his order. When she smiles, he raises his brows. "Uh. okay. Thanks?" I guess? He sits there a second studying the meal and what just happened. After a second, he begins to eat. The time for figuring out the server's clairvoyance will come after his stomach is made happy.
Gwendolyn Poole	Gwen works her way through more of the pie while Jason is eating his way through the feast before him. She continues to peek over at him now and then, but figures she has time to get at least some of it eaten up before she needs to go introduce herself. That part is always awkward. She manages to get through most of her pie before he's largely done with the burger and fries/rings. Picking up the plate that has the chocolate silk cream pie on it, she carries it over to to his botth, setting it down opposite him and sliding into the booth. Propping her elbows on the edge of the table, she laces her fingers together and sets her chin on them, smiling across at him. "Hi. I'm Gwen. Well, Gwenpool. But you can call me Gwen. And you're Jason." Her head tilts a little to one side, "Did I get the order right? I couldn't remember if you like pickles or not so I took a guess."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd see Gwen coming as soon as she exits her booth. But food. Plus at this point he's admittedly curious. A little peevish. But curious. Watching her insert herself into his booth and look at him intently, as if she knows him. That part might be the most annoying. Gwen she says. And she's the one that sent him the order. "Yeah, you got it right, I guess. I like pickles. Dill anyway." He studies her. "So what's going on here, Gwen. You clearly seem to know things about me very few who aren't friends of mine know." He looks at her intently. "How." It isn't a question really.
Gwendolyn Poole	"Dill, good to know! I'll remember that." She seems pleased to have picked up that extra tidbit. Then he asks how she knows and her expression falls a bit. Gwen heaves a sigh and lets her hands fall to the tabletop, leaning forward a bit, "Alright, I'll get this out of the way.... I'm going to say 'you wouldn't believe me if I told you'. You're going to say something to the effect of 'try me'. I'm going to tell you that I'm from the REAL real world and that THIS world is a comic based world, albeit one where Marvel and DC exist, alongside a few other more obscure publishers, but that's besides the point. And then I'll tell you that I knew where you would be, and when, and what you like, because I read it in the comics. And you're not going to believe me, and you'll think I'm crazy. And I'll tell you right now, just because I have blond hair and blue eyes, I am NOT Harley Quinn, or associated with her, OR the clown. And I'm not crazy. Mostly. But you're not going to believe any of it, which is probably going to lead to a demand that I either tell you the truth or prove it. Except I *am* telling you the truth and there's really not a good way to prove it without divulging information that you'd be pissed if I told you." After that rambling diatribe, Gwen manages to give the impression of rolling her eyes despite the mask and opaque eyelenses on it. She motions towards him, "So how about we skip all that and YOU tell ME how I'm supposed to 'prove it' without pissing you off by spilling embarassing secrets or whatever?" Gwen looks at him, "I'm sorta in a bind and I'm hoping you can help."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd watches. Listens. Listens more. He thinks about what she's chattering off and chases it all around the bast of his mental tree a few seconds. "You must be a lot of fun at parties." He's somewhere between sarcasm and skepticsm. But who could blame him? "The fact you're hiding behind a mask isn't helping the trust category I've got to say. In this city people like you are either psychotic vigilanties or psychotic criminals." He leans back, slurping the last of his cola. "Which one are you?"
Gwendolyn Poole	Gwen watches him, still holding onto the slim hope that he'll just.. ask what she wants from him. No such luck. Sighing heavily at his response, she ticks her response off on her fingers as she intones with the air of someone that's done this SO MANY TIMES ALREADY. "One, I don't live in Gotham. Two, neither. Three, you're one to talk. What were you... like... twelve? When you tried to steal the hubcabs off the Batmobile? Yeesh, talk about poor decision-making." She looks at him, those expressive eyelenses giving her a wider range of facial mobility than might be expected. "Like I said... this?" She swirls a hand around to encompass everything, "Is a comics-based world. You don't *really* think the real world is full of costumed vigilantes, do you? Seriously, we can't even keep our *cops* from shooting unarmed civilians, let alone having the budget to support the property damage supervillains and heroes and vigilantes cause. No aliens, either. No Kryptonians or Tamaraneans or anything else. Not even any Martians. Hell, NASA doesn't even really launch shuttles anymore. Rich people do, so they can brag about going to space. The most cartoonish supervillains in the real world are the owners of megacorporations. Like, seriously, they even LOOK like supervillains. But because they have all the money, they run everything and there's fuckall that can be done about it." Shaking her head, she lets out a breath, "This is better. Death isn't permanent here. At least not for major characters. Background characters, side characters, they die. But if a main character dies, well, its either a clever ruse to smoke out a villain, or they get revived through some ridiculous means, or they totally weren't ACTUALLY *REALLY* dead... just mostly dead." Pausing, Gwen gives a small 'huh'. "Comics world is like The Princess Bride. Weird." Shrugging, she looks back to Jason, "Anyways. If the mask is what's holding you back, then here, let me go ahead and..." She reaches up and fiddles with the mask a little bit before tugging it off. Underneath is a pretty young woman, late teens to early twenties. Jaw-length blonde hair with a fringe of bangs across her forehead and dyed pink around the last inch or so, blue eyes. She smiles at him again. "Gwendolyn Poole, at your service. Most people call me Gwenpool here, though. Like Deadpool, only less cancer. And younger. And female."
Jason Todd	Some part of her hoped he'd play ball with her. That he wouldn't view her with suspicion. Uh huh. He watches as she pulls the mask off all while monologuing. "You monologue like a super villain." He's not wrong. He leans back, picking up the pie and icecream. Because what kind of monster wastes a perfectly good slice of pie with icecream? Seriously. It's a crime against the universe. As he takes a bite he looks at her, "I was 11." Because he always was an over achiever for trouble. "So what is it that you want." There he asked.
Gwendolyn Poole	"I read a lot of comics. Most dialogue that happens are either quips, infodumps, exposition, or monologues." Gwen lifts a small shrug, unapologetic about it. She watches him as he digs into the pie, smiling again while he eats. Because there's something to be enjoyed about watching him enjoy the pie and ice cream. The response has her chuckling, "Eleven, right. Sorry, I'm better with Marvel. DC has too many retcons and resets." Then he's asking, and she grins, "I need relevance. My comic run got cancelled, I haven't really been given any cameos for awhile. If I don't get myself out there, I'm going to fade from fans' minds, and that's the only REAL death in comics. You. You're a fan favorite. People love you. Shitty childhood, dark past, lots of secrets, and well... you're a sympathetic character. People connect with your story, with you. Also, man, you've hooked up with some seriously hot women over the different runs. Even had a throuple once! Maaaaaaaaaybe twice, they never really outright stated if Bizarro was *involved* involved, or just.. friend involved." She flashes a grin at him, "So I'm trying to sort of tag along and see if I can't figure out how you do it. Maybe get myself out there a little more. And hey! Marvel/DC crossovers are totally popular!"
Jason Todd	"Relevance." He studies her. "You sound like every other teenager out there." He smirks. He snorts. "Love is not exactly something in my life, no. But thanks for playing." The other inferences get a blank response. Does he know what she's talking about? He isn't showing it either way. "So you're trying to convince me to let you hang out with me." That wasn't exactly what he expected after the opening salvo. Setting the now empty dessert plate down he stares at her, trying to decide if she really is, uh... batshit crazy.. or if it's him. Don't answer that.
Gwendolyn Poole	"Relevance is how you stay a Major Character. And you absolutely want to be a Major Character. Side characters get maimed, hurt, die. Like... really die. Not die then get revived in a Lazarus Pit. Actually dead." Gwen looks at him for a long moment, then shrugs, "Until I can get my book renewed, I have to maintain relevance by hanging out in other peoples' stories." Laughing softly, she shakes her head, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh man, if you only knew... actually, no, better you don't. It gets... creepy. And gross. You don't want to know the fanfic that exists about you. Well, some of it is pretty good, some of it is just... oof." Gwen flashes a smile at him, "But people do love your character, you're sassy and sarcastic and cute. Kind of a trifecta of fandom." Pausing as he states it like that, she purses up her lips before lifting a shrug and grinning at him, "Yeah, basically. More like.. you can't actually STOP me from showing up, but I prefer it if you agree to it. It's less weird and creepy that way! Plus, teamups. Teamups are totally in right now."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd looks at her. The more she throws out about his history the less he thinks he likes her. "Thanks for the meal." He slides out of the booth. "Good luck with..." he gestures vaguely at her outfit ".. whatever this is." Because it looks more Power Rangers than anything. That whole thing about not being able to stop her seems to have been the final straw as he turns and walks out. Someone paid for that meal. Right? Doesn't seem like he's going to.
Gwendolyn Poole	"You're welcome!" Gwen doesn't seem too upset that he's leaving. She may have expected it. The motion to her costume has her grinning, "I got it from Ronnie's. Actually, funny story, that's how I ended up with Gwenpool as the 'codename'. She read my name wrong on the order form! Funny how that stuff works out, right?" Because he's still walking away. She's already paid for the food, but she makes sure to leave the waitress an extra tip, reminds Gwen of her great aunt Ethel. She slips down the hallway towards the bathroom, but rather than going into the john, she takes a moment to crawl out of the panel so she can skip ahead a little bit. He doesn't believe her, but that's okay! She'll show him!