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the only one who can fuck me is me.

would you fuck your clone?
a crack meme for pondering the impossible...

A question as old as time, or at least as old as Buzzfeed. How many intellectuals over the years have pondered the very same question you're being faced with now? Did Socrates wonder about the moral quandaries that accompany clone sex? Did Plato? Does a dilemma so complex have a right answer? If so, does your character know it?

how to play

1. Your character has been posed the question, 'Would you fuck your clone?' Top-levels should be responses to this question. Blank top-levels will be deleted.

2. Chat around with others and debate over the ethics of engaging your hypothetical clone in such a way.

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I thought we were talking about being in a relationship? [Jay sounds genuinely lost, unsure if he's lost the thread of the conversation.] By definition, being in a relationship isn't 'on your own'. But it, like, can't just be the two of you, because that's codependent... and codependent isn't healthy. It's better for each person to have their own friends. A safety net.

[He ignores the other questions -- how did he manage becoming legally dead? why, by actually dying! -- in favor of trying to figure out if they're even talking about the same things anymore.]

Thought we were talking about having friends. My bad. I mean, I'm not in a relationship anyway so I guess it doesn't matter.

Hope yours works out, though.

Oh. Sorry.

I... guess I got confused.

It's cool, man. I was probably just talking shit anyway.

At least we can look at it this way: One version of me has good relationships.

It's not always easy. Being in a relationship, or a friendship. People misunderstand, they don't say things right, wires get crossed. I had to learn... and it wasn't easy.

Even if... I don't have any good guidance for you. [He offers Jason a small, sheepish kind of smile after admitting his own limitations.] Getting it right is worth all the difficulty. Just... maybe reminding yourself of that will help, when it feels really frustrating to have friends.

It's always me doing all that shit. It's always me.

What was it like when you were eighteen?

But it isn't always only you. Sometimes it's them, too.

[Jay drops his gaze to the ground when Jason asks that question.] I died just before my sixteenth birthday. The next thing I remember is being pulled out of a Lazarus Pit by Talia.... Talia al-Ghul. When I was eighteen... I was trying to take over Gotham City by controlling the criminal underground through the gun and drug trade.

Doesn't feel that way.

...You died? Like for real died? Is that what happened to your head?

[ all that bravado is falling away now, because, well. that's not something anyone wants to hear. but also realistically he's always known that he would probably die way before his time. there are a lot of differences in their lives, sure. but death is there, he can feel it. ]

You didn't go back to being Robin?

[that part feels pretty fucking devastating, too.]

[Jay smiles wryly and imitates the Batman growl when he replies,] "Feelings aren't facts."

[But any lighthearted vibe to the conversation fades with the next round of questions. Jay closes his eyes briefly and nods, then reopens them and says quietly,] Yes. I died for real. I was beaten to death and I remember hearing my skull crack.

I couldn't. Everyone thought I was dead.

There... there was a new Robin already, by the time I was... alive again, and back to myself. And I... I got angry.

[Jason has to give the smallest snort at that. ok, so this guy really does know Bruce. for some reason that was never really a question, though.

this next part... it curls inside of him in a bad way. the first part is bad, but the second part is somehow worse, and he can already feel his sadness coiling into anger. probably a similar kind of anger that Jay felt.]

That would never happen to me. I'd never let that shit happen.

[It isn't really a question of letting it happen or not -- there was no chance for Jay to stop the world from changing, to keep the family from moving on without him. But despite everything, he knows why his alternate is saying those things... it's not an attack on Jay, it's just fear.]

[Fear of abandonment. Fear of the same thing happening in a way that Jason can't stop either.]

I hope it doesn't happen to you, [Jay says sincerely.] The Joker is dangerous. More dangerous than the rest. Do your best to never get cornered alone with him.

[ if anyone would know how Jason feels, it's an older version of himself. that fear of abandonment has to be the same across all universes, doesn't it? ]

Like I said, never gonna happen.

...But thanks for the tip.

[There's a way that this version of Jason put it into words, some other when and some other where... "You gave me Robin at the same time you gave me a home. I thought... taking away Robin meant taking away the home, too. And I was so angry... you were throwing me away like everybody else threw me away!"]

[So, yes. Abandonment, one way or another.]

I hope you're right. I hope you don't go through it.

[Jay's voice is rough when he says the next part, like he was trying to keep his voice steady and only halfway succeeded,] Bruce isn't the same. Like something in him broke, too.

[ it'll inevitably happen to this Jason too. one thing leading to another- though maybe Jason will be more aware of the Joker. or maybe he'll be pumped so full of Crane's reverse fear toxin that he won't care. ]

Universes are different, anyway. You're hardly even me.

[he can tell himself that all he wants, but he's pretty sure he's meant to die anyway.]

So what happened with him when you came back?

[[ OOC: Apologies for the delay in getting back to this thread. ]]

I thought I could force him to choose. Between me and the Joker. I thought I'd covered every contingency... but it went wrong. Jay rubs a hand against his shoulder, and the end of a thick scar along his neck can be seen when the motion pulls down the neckline of his shirt.

He's not the same anymore. He sees us as chess pieces more than people.

((ooc: it's all good!! i've been pretty busy too! ))

[ he fucking hates this. he hates hearing it. he can feel the dread curl up his spine and he has to cross his arms as his hands curl into fists, nails pressing into his palms. ]

So he chose the joker over you?

Yes.

[Blunt and rough. There's no softening this.] I wasn't even asking him to kill th-the clown anymore. I said, watch me do it. Let me do it. And you'll have to kill me to stop me.

[Jay pulls his shirt collar down, a violent jerk that breaks part of the seam -- exposing the scar along his shoulder and the base of his throat. A long slash made by a thrown Batarang -- unmistakable, and a serious wound. ] Pretty sure it's only luck that I didn't die again.

It was fucking stupid. I know it. But I thought... [Jay's voice drops to a whisper,] I thought he'd choose me.

He wouldn't do that. He couldn't. Bruce would never fucking do that.

[it's what he says out loud, but deep down he knows it's true. no one ever chooses him. no one.

the thought that Bruce might actually do this to him one day is starting to get too heavy, and there thoughts of skipping out on him entering his head before he can stop it.]

What's the point then, huh? What are you even doing anymore?

I hope your Bruce is different than mine. I truly, truly do.

[Jay takes a breath, and another, forcing his tears back down. He is not going to cry in front of his alternate. There'll be time for crying later.]

Keeping drug dealers away from sellin' to kids. Keeping the supply clean, and not cut with poison, because nobody deserves to die that way. Funneling money into addiction treatment. There's always more to do when it comes to helping Gotham City, but it's something.

Are we really all that different? You fucked up.

[and isn't that always what they do?]

I'm probably gonna fuck it up too, aren't I.

If you go it alone? Probably, yeah.

And if that's the only fucking choice? Then what?

Then maybe fucking don't do it at all.

[This kid's a riot, ain't he? Throw insults like he knows everything, then beg for answers like Jay has anything worthwhile to give.]

I don't know. If you're determined to do it, nothing I say will make a difference. You see how it turned out for me, and I'd love to stop you from making that mistake. But nothing would've stopped me then.

[ maybe the kid just needs some guidance like the kind he never had. but if Jay wants to fuck this up too, by all means. it's like he said. they fuck things up. it's consistent across all universes.]

Whatever then, I guess.

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