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[sharpememory]

[Here's Barron, looking... basically exactly like himself, except in a rather smart suit with his hair slicked back.]

Mysterio, master of memory, welcomes you to Gotham. [Barron smiles, showing way too many teeth.] I will take away your troubles. I will grant you more years with your young ones. I will draw the pain that has seared itself deep within you from you, in a way that will be so painless that you will forever wonder what had troubled you so.

[He pauses, dramatically.] You need merely to ask. Mysterio rather likes visitors. My price is secrets, impossible things and a little of your past. [A beat, then deadpan.] And cash.

[Barron's a supervillian with his normal power, which is basically to change/add/remove memories. He's basically just your normal working supervillian (including the lapsing into third person) who hasn't quite made it into the big leagues and occasionally gets punched in the face by Batman.]

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[sharpememory]

I get thrown in Arkham. So what? Sure, it's a nasty place, but I get free food and a roof over my head while I sort myself out.

[Well, someone is a little too comfortable with the Gotham system.] It's great, really. A little like a home. It's not so different from your barge.

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[buywithme]

Comrade... the difference is that eventually you will leave the Barge and actually be... redeemed, Brother! You won't just be brought back over an over until you go insane!

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[sharpememory]

It doesn't matter if I go insane. I'll just forget, won't I? [Barron taps his head and smiles.]

It's one of the few benefits to what I do.

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[Prefect boggles for a moment, before saying, rather loudly:]

It does matter, Comrade! What becomes of you matters, and losing bits of yourself is not a benefit!

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[sharpememory]

We all lose bits of ourselves, Comrade. People lose a bit every time they go to work instead of staying home with their family. You lose a bit every time someone dies. Every time you go to sleep and forget a dream.

[Mysterio is getting loud. Nerve hit.] You don't have any right to tell me what I can and can't give up.

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[buywithme]

Comrade, those losses are either inevitable, or at the very best, they're informed decisions. The people who lose time with their family still have the memories of every moment they've spent with them, they know that the money they're earning will go towards something they care about... You just have a void, Brother. I'm afraid one day the whole of you will fall into it, and I won't recognize what's left.

[He takes a step towards Mysterio, and reaches out to put a hand on his arm.]

Come on Comrade, come home with me.

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[sharpememory]

[Mysterio isn't a big fan of touching. While he listens to what Prefect says, the moment Prefect puts his hand on Mysterio's arm is the moment just before Mysterio hits Prefect in the face. Not that hard, but hard enough.]

I'm not going home with you! I'm going back to my base. You can choose to come if you want, but I'm not going to any of your places.

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[Prefect had thought that the incredibly uncomfortable shirtless stroking had broken them through the potentially awkward period of time where touching was definitely not okay, but apparently not. He's knocked back, staggered by the blow, and he can feel a bruise blossoming across his jaw. Barron could have hit him harder, but it was enough to hurt. He rubbed his jaw gingerly, feeling chastised by the additional hostility.]

I'm sorry, Comrade. I'll go with you.

[Give him a bit, Barron. You punched him, and sometimes he just likes to do as he's told.]