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[captain_fucking_magic]

It's been a weird few days for Harry. But weird in a good way, which is sort of what makes it weird. He's not really used to so many good things happening at once like that. He and Harmony are going out on Saturday (which, ok, that's going to be awkward since he's down to like, his last $40), he's got a job that doesn't involve moving heavy boxes across some nasty warehouse, and no-one's tried to shoot at him in several weeks.

He's celebrating by taking over Perry's sofa with a book he found in the office. He's half-way through The Sign of Four and wondering why no-one ever told him that the Victorians were into more than just melodramatic romance. He might have actually read these earlier if someone had bothered to tell him that there was actually a decent plot to them.

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"Yeah, so was I," says Harry. "I met this, er, guy. A few weeks ago. And he said that it likes toast or some shit."

He takes a drink of his coffee while he considers the intelligence of the next thing he's about to say.

"He said some, uh... other things, too."

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Perry feels like they're getting off topic here. But since Harry seems to have something on his mind, and it's so rare that Harry has something on his mind (frankly, Perry doubts it's load bearing properties) he relents for now.

"What did he say?"

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"Uh..." He scratches his head while he thinks.

"You know how like, you can meet people there?" he asks. "OK, not like that. Shut up. But like, apparently like, Batman and shit?"

No, he doesn't know about Perry's awkward conversation with Batwoman. He just pulled Batman out of a hat, really.

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"Yeah, I know that." Perry gives Harry a funny look, before deciding that he would have taken all sorts of piss if he'd known about Whatshername from the bar. "What of it?"

Augh, the dumbfuck's got mixed up in something, and who's gonna get to bail him out?

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Harry laces his fingers together and taps his knuckles against his chin. Whatever it is he's trying to tell Perry, it's apparently one hell of a bombshell.

"I sorta met, well... myself. Only like, from the future? But he's not, because he didn't remember ever meeting him...self, so like, a future me from another universe."

OK, even he's confused now.

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"Did he have a goatee?"

Perry's kind of being a smart-ass, though mainly he's pleased that Harry didn't *actually* wind up in a fight. Although he's pretty sure he's seen porn that started like that.

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"What? No. Fuck Star Trek. This is like, John Connor shit. Only... not."

He shakes his head, like he's trying to shake something free inside his skull. Hell, he probably is.

"No, listen. He, uh, told me things. About you."

Yeah, this is going well. He takes a deep breath and decides to just dive right in.

"OK. There's like, this guy. Called, uhm... Damien something? Knox? No. Smith? Fuck it. Whatever it is, it's an obvious fucking alias, and there's something about a boat or something. I don't know, it was a few weeks ago, and I wasn't exactly taking notes."

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"Smith?" Perry stares at Harry long enough to make him uncomfortable. "So, what about it?"

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"I don't... He... I - whatever. He didn't actually say a whole lot about it. But he was me, and I know when I'm trying to hide something, and he was definitely hiding something. I think you almost got killed on that case. Or I did. Or we both did. Again. The point is, I'm supposed to keep you from taking that case."

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"Are you sure about this?" Perry sits at the breakfast bar and indicates Harry should do the same.

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Harry does as Perry indicates, hoping that maybe it'll get him back on Perry's good side.

"Yeah," he says. "I mean, it's not exactly the sort of thing I'd make up."

And let's be fair. If Harry did make it up, he'd have probably thrown in far too many super-specific details than were necessary.

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"And he didn't give you any proper names," Perry looks into his mug, mulling it over. "So what you're saying is, I basically have to avoid all boat-trips."

Harry's not actually in trouble, Perry knows how batshit The Bar can be. To be honest, he's a little touched that Harry would worry about him enough to warn him.

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"I--I don't know, ok? We sort of had a bunch of other things going on at the time, like, you know, him being me from the future."

OK, this is actually sort of upsetting him. At least it might be a lesson in note-taking.

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Oh jeez. Perry's not sure he can cope if he actually starts crying, so he says hurriedly,

"Alright. Alright. That's fine. I'll bear it in mind, okay? No chance of anyone doing a Natalie Woods."

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"I don't know. He didn't say," Harry says. "But I wouldn't say if it was something like that, so maybe. He just said to make sure you don't take the job. And, it's only within the next, like, year or something, because that's how far ahead of us he is, or whatever. I don't even know how that works."

If he actually took the time to think about it, he could probably work out quite a bit of what he wasn't told explicitly. After all, he was told all this by the one person he knows best on this planet.

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"Fine, whatever, Chief, don't get your panties in a twist, okay?" Perry shrugs, not looking at Harry, like he's already so bored with whatever it is Harry was meebling on about. "I got it."

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"OK. Good. I just, you know. I was supposed to tell you that."

He sneaks a cautious glance at Perry to see if he actually is taking this seriously. He can't actually tell, unfortunately.

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You know what? As crazy as it sounds, Perry's actually taking it pretty fucking seriously.

"Did uh, did you meet me?"

That's a valid question, right?

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Harry actually laughs a little bit. "No. Or anyone who looks like you. I look like Iron Man, apparently. Someone even showed me the movie. And Sherlock Holmes. I mean, I look like him. Didn't watch that movie, even though there is one, I think."

Is he getting off topic? Yeah, he's probably getting off topic.

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"God, there's an Iron Man movie? And they picked someone who looked like you? Christ," Perry's laughing too, though not unkindly. "You're so short!" The less said about doubles he's met the better, probably.

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"Hey, fuck off!" He swats at Perry, but only half-heartedly. "Yeah, there are even some Sherlock Holmeseses in the Bar. One's apparently, like, this major asshole, but the one who calls himself like, Stat or Strat or something's apparently pretty cool."

Oh. Has he said too much?

"At least, that's what that other guy said."

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Now, Perry has never been the type to blush easily, but if he was... Perry decides he needs more coffee, he's almost drunk half a cup.

"I went to Paris and met Batwoman," he says, casually.

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"Oh yeah?" asks Harry. And then he drums his fingers on the table.

"You are the most boring person to have this conversation with. I can't even ask how the sex was."

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Perry slops coffee over his hand.

"Fuck, ow. What do you mean, sex?" He sticks his hand in his mouth.

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OK, Harry is not as stupid as some people might like to believe. As evidenced by the look he's giving Perry right now. You know, the sort that says that he knows he's not being told something.

"You know, sex. Where two people who don't necessarily love one another get naked and go to bed together." He shrugs slightly. "If I met Batwoman, I'd have tried to sleep with her. But you know, you're gay. You're probably holding out for Batman."