[ Eddie wasn't a tough rogue; he wasn't physical like the others, and standing here, arms folded over his chest in a blanket around his hips, he was uncomfortable and bare. Scars dotted him -- his face had seen the side of a fan, once, there were burn marks here, the pock mark of an old bullet wound there. In triplicate: the clean lines, one after the other, of batarang impacts. ]

[ Every rogue wrote their story in their skin, failure after failure, and the occasional price of success. ]

I'm always up to find answers, Jason. It's what I do.

But not without pants. I'm going to have to have my clothes at some point -- I hope they aren't complete losses, but... [ He figures at the very least he can get dressed and get home to clean up, pop the double jeopardy of No Doz and painkillers, and see where the road took them. ]