"Yeah," Jason replied right off, "it does matter, hero." There wasn't going to be any basking, then. Interesting update. Jason shifted against the headstone behind him, grateful that Lissa had helped him regain some semblance of balance when he'd gotten up. She'd saved his ass. Most people would line up immediately in anticipation of something in return. Either that or they'd go skipping all over, waving bragging rights around. The way she was going on about all of this, Jason couldn't help but make the hero comparison. He knew the type. Hard not to when you lived in a world where caped crime fighters jumped out of nowhere to save the day on the regular.
The hero had a name. Lissa. Again, unfamiliar. Nothing registered. Not the name, not the face. Lissa had been completely off his radar up until now. And if she hadn't just told him that he'd crossed into a different world? He'd wonder if she had just been especially good at keeping her whatever it was that she had done to cure him a secret or if she was a brand new up and comer. Didn't matter now. New world. Magic mentions. The graveyard didn't particularly strike him as an alien planet - way too human, in fact - and there weren't any other planets in the solar system that conveniently had anyplace named after Kansas. Why would they? It was Kansas.
Alternate universe, then? Jason knew they existed. There had been more than one instance in his lifetime where a different version of someone had crossed over into his own universe. Different heroes, different villains - different heroes gone villain and villains gone hero. Little changes. They made a huge difference. So the question was: if he was an alternate universe, which one was it? And was there another version of him running around here, too?
"We've got a Kansas," Jason confirmed. "Nothing to brag about, but we've got one." Magic seal. Something had to have triggered that thing if it was dragging people here, right? "Why'd it decide that I needed the vacation? And what are the odds of me being able to step back through it to get home? What's the turnaround on this thing?" Knowing his luck, probably not high.
Jason looked down at her hand on his arm, then back up at her. He should have been suspicious. He usually was. Yet, still, there was something about her, something genuine that even a member of Bruce Wayne's paranoid family couldn't deny. He wanted to trust her. And even if, by some chance, she did turn out to be luring him into a trap? It wasn't like he was unarmed. Underneath the layer of clothes on his body (the collar of his jacket and a good portion of the neckline of his shirt now efficiently burned through thanks to the Joker's toxin, revealing black material and the beginnings of a red bat symbol), Jason was wearing his gear. He had his guns and knives. His lightweight, but durable armor. If she tried anything - and, right now, Jason was convinced that it would be a very big if - he'd be ready to defend himself. Jason gestured to himself, showing that he'd probably need new outerwear, and nodded. "Okay. I'll bite. But only if you tell me everything you know about this seal." He put his hand over her own and shot her a grateful look. "And if you slow down long enough for me to thank you. I was almost a goner." Again. He glanced over at the helmet he'd cast aside. It looked practically harmless now, but he knew it'd need to be taken apart before he could wear it again. He'd worry about that later. That and the Joker. Right now, he needed to figure this place out. One thing at a time, Todd.
Jason let go of her hand and reached for the top of the headstone he'd been resting on. Time to get up. As he worked on establishing his footing, Jason glanced over at Lissa and added, "this would-be corpse is named Jason, by the way."