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One minute waking up on Barbara's couch, the next -- flash bang -- in New York? And not only New York, but an abandoned New York that looks like Poison Ivy's just had a party?

Okay ... well, I've probably dealt with weirder.

Dick lifts a hand to scrub his head, shaking sleep out of his eyes, and sets about finding several things. First, food. It'd be a damn crime if there were no Big Belly Burgers left at the end of the world. Then a place to finish his nap. Then maybe someone who can tell him what's going on.

But really, really, first food.

The boy has his priorities right.

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Mort gestures down the street. "Going that way will run you into a rather large amount of mobile plants. Going the other way will run you into the same plants, but less of them." And then his eyes do the silver thing.

"In the heartland of America, there is piece, where black birds prey, and dragons roost. A farm reaps a crop of warriors, hoping to better the world."

[greatestofease.livejournal.com]

It never pays to ignore gods ... even if they sound like they're talking absolute crap. Walking plants? Dragons? Whatever.

"Thank you," is all he says. "I'd better get a move on, then."

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Mort tilts his head, and is gone. Don't worry Dick, he'll be around later.