To carry out her objective, Miss Lawson knew she would need to be in a position of power to challenge someone who would prove a worthy enemy to her and in that she had a valuable ally.
EDI, or at least some version of her, had been installed into her Omni-tool, despite the device not having nearly enough processing power to run such a complex series of programs.
"Are you feeling well Operative Lawson?" asked the AI.
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All things considered, she was feeling okay.
"I'm fine, EDI," she said as she addressed the hologram "I'm just thinking about what happens next".
With her own skills and a 23rd Century AI that had access to a vast amount of information, there wasn't much Miranda couldn't do as long as she made good plans. Defeating some unknown enemy was important, but there was so much more she could accomplish while here.
She'd studied history, she studied a lot of everything, so she knew that this time in human history was one when humanity needed to deal with many challenges it didn't seem willing to face.
In her time most industrial work took place in other parts of the solar system, and the resources brought in from off-world had been used to tackle poverty. Sure Earth in her time was far from perfect, but before the Reapers came the standard of living had been improving.
Thinking on it Miranda wondered if she could push this version of humanity into space. Without access to Element Zero, there would be no means of reaching other solar systems within a human lifetime, but there was a whole solar system out there ripe for exploration and terraforming was always a possibility.
Simply dumping the information on the Internet wouldn't work, that would cause a lot of problems, so she'd have to disseminate it carefully and use it to progress mankind's development during her own long lifetime. Thanks to her gene enhancements she still had a lot of life ahead of her, as long she didn't get murdered.
If she made herself very rich and powerful while doing that then it would just make it easier for her to be a good enemy for whoever it was she went up against.
She'd know who that was soon enough, as well as the identities of the others who would come here to challenge her. The higher power had given her the chance to settle in first, and some time to prepare. She intended to use that time well.
It was tempting to go off the grid, to disappear, so that she could strike from the shadows, but she'd never be able to stand such a life and it wouldn't allow her to make something of herself.
So she would let herself be seen. She'd become a public figure and invest in a great deal of security.
If she made herself valuable enough then no one from this world would want to hurt her and she'd find a way to deal with this enemy when she knew who and what they were. Then perhaps she could make a deal. Just because these other people were her enemies that didn't mean they had to slaughter each other. There were other ways to be an adversary and some wars were cold.
Miranda would need to negotiate from a position of strength and that meant becoming wealthy very quickly.
"EDI how is going acquiring me those credits?" she asked.
Miranda was still learning about this world, and she knew no matter what she ended up doing it would be easier if she had plenty of funding, and there were no banking VI in this world to prevent EDI from getting her those funds, or at least altering people to the tampering.
"Dollars, Operative Lawson" the AI corrected "And it has been simple to acquire the funds you desire".
There were plenty of wealthy old men to steal a little from. It all added up.
"I'll need to set myself somewhere permanent and secure," she told the AI.
She already had a new identity. Miranda had been born in Brisbane, Australia, in the year 2150, and it wasn't much work to alter her date of birth and to create the Lawson family, who according to this added bit of history, had been a wealthy and reclusive lot ever since the first European settlers had reached that country.
Miranda would need to have graduated from some business school if she was going to enter that arena. Altered records wouldn't be enough, she'd have to patent certain bits of technology and convince a few people that they had known her their entire lives.
The former Cerberus Operative wasn't worried about that. She performed long-term undercover missions before, this wouldn't be much different, and she'd never had an AI to help her before.
"I'll look into acquiring a suitable property," EDI informed.
This hotel suite was nice, but she would need a proper home and a private space for her work.
"Alright EDI," said Miranda "I'm going to get a few hours of sleep. I have a feeling that we'll be busy tomorrow".
The AI stopped projecting her hologram, but she didn't stop working, they both had a lot to do in this new world.
Streets. New York.
Jason Todd AKA The Red Hood, certainly felt as if a bomb had gone off, yet when he woke up he wasn't in that abandoned building in Crime Alley with rumble all around him, he wasn't in any kind of cell, nor was he again dead.
He'd escaped death for the second time, thanks to the invention of some higher power. Maybe the third time would be the charm. Not that he was eager to go find out.
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Jason found that he was outside in a more well-lit area, and it was raining. He wasn't even in Gotham anymore, that city had a certain feel to it that Jason could feel the absence of whenever he left the city. If nothing else this place smelt a lot better.
The Red Hood then remembered. He'd blown himself up when Bruce had refused to do the right thing and finally end The Joker, so he'd decided to end them all in one big boom.
Looking back he wasn't quite sure what he'd been thinking when he set up. It would have made far more sense just to kill the clown in front of Bruce and then use the bomb as a diversion to escape, or better yet he should have just killed the Clown and had it out with Bruce.
Maybe his dip in Ra's Al Ghul's magic pit had messed with his mind. Thankfully he was thinking much more clearly now and starting to see the mistakes he'd made. This was good as Jason knew that he was going to need his wits as well as all of his skills if he was going to not only survive in this new world but prosper.
As Jason Todd found some shelter in yet another abandoned building, he wondered what exactly he was going to do with his new life. He couldn't go back to Gotham since he knew it didn't exist in this world and he had a job to do here.
He'd made a bargain and now he had another role to play. He needed to be an enemy of some other toy of that cosmic being. For this he would need all of his skills and tools, some minions wouldn't go amiss.
Bruce had trained him well, and Jason could acquire some new toys easily enough once he got his hands on the right materials. Even now he was far from helpless, but since he didn't yet know who or what he would be going up against he needed to be prepared for anything.
That would cost money, as would a proper place to stay, and thankfully he had a way of obtaining all the money he needed.
Sure he didn't know New York as he did Gotham, but Bruce had trained him very well, and he knew how to find crooks easily enough, he'd learned that they were similar in their actions no matter where you went.
First of all, he needed some weapons, and that could easily be sorted by breaking into the right place. Then he'd locate some street-level dealer before he began working his way up the food chain until he found the bosses.
The upper-level crook would tell him everything he needed to know before they died and Jason took over his operation. Red Hood knew how to make a man spell his secrets without things having to get too messy.
He'd done it before and he could do it again. He'd rise to the top of the criminal underworld and this time there would be no Batman to get in his way, and he doubted that the cops here would fair any better against him than those in Gotham.
Jason would need to take control of at least part of the drug trade so as to make sure he had plenty of income, and from there he could branch out, and offer protection against other gangs, as well as whatever capes they had in this world.
There would be heroes, there were those who felt they had the right to inflict their outdated morality upon others, who went around thinking that their actions made any difference in a world that needed someone to give it a proper cleaning up.
Todd knew that he'd have to move fast as before long the cosmic being would let him know who he was up against and they would know at least a little about him. So he'd needed a secure base and some security to start with.
That would have to wait a few hours. He'd had a very long day and he needed some sleep. Tomorrow he would begin to do what needed to be done.