The Universe's Mixer

It had taken a week and an army to return Arkham to it's former...glory.

But the grounds were cleared, the hospital returned to it's state of use, down to the graffiti he remembered being on the walls of the cells (he hand painted Edward's himself, not trusting the morons he hired to accurately capture a fellow Rouge's madness).

And now she was open for business, tours, inspections, and all the normal public interaction that came with running a government funded asylum, though, he was hopeful no one in this city would be as keen in inspecting (and trying to find their way to the Rouge's Gallery to see one of the resident Super Criminals in person), as they were back in Gotham.

He had enough trouble keeping his own staff from being stupid, he was no inclined to save the general population, and it just looked back when they got their faces sliced open on a tour of the facility.

The meeting with Dinah had been strange. Meeting her with Fred proved to be even stranger. They were people be knew, but he didn't. He'd be the first to admit he didn't know them well, yet it was strange seeing Dinah look at him that way sometimes, and then Fred without Sam? Sure, he'd seen her on her own, but it just felt like something was missing from her somehow.

He'd agreed to take on the small job, a little ghostbusting, for the brainy woman mainly because he felt damn awkward around her and Dinah. He took the opportunity to get out of their before things became worse. So, he was quickly walking down the street, no Baby was a little irritating, to the address he'd been given. The streets' refusal to work properly was even more irritating than the lack of his car...possibly.

The older Winchester, even if he was out of place, headed into a store to gather what he was sure he'd need. Salt, lighter fluid, disposable lighter, a crowbar, a small pack shovel. That was all he needed, wasn't it?

Fred walked quietly beside Dinah for a moment. She'd left her tablet behind for the other Fred; she'd put it under some books, and left it there. It wasn't that she was sure it would stay because she didn't know she was going anywhere, but she had put it under some books and did her best to forget about it. It was one of the last things from Jensen, and she didn't partly wonder if she'd intended to leave it behind because it was one less thing to remind her of her heartache. She didn't think so. She went to the Tower and that was covered in Jensen.

Finally, she decided she'd have to speak. "So, I'm dating Dean's brother in the other world. I'm having sex with Sam Winchester. Which makes us girlfriends in lust one world removed." She was trying to make a joke. It was the only way she could get her brain around it, and it didn't really work.

"Sorry. I just don't get it. It's got to be events; they work out certain ways leading to certain outcomes. We get to see how we end up in different situations. The other me is kind of nice. A little spacey and talks a lot, but I guess that's me." She laughed softly and shrugged. "Are you okay?"