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tushanshu_logs2012-11-10 09:35 am
cowled) wrote in tushanshu_logs2012-11-10 09:35 am
well they call him the Prince of Gotham, anyway... (open)
Characters: Batman, Lina Inverse, and open to anyone else!
Location: 'Batman' will be on the Mainland, but Bruce Wayne/Devin Craig will be available on certain days on the Turtle. Because secret identities. They're a thing.
Situation: He's being the goddamned Batman that's its own situation I promise.
Warnings/Rating: Probable violence/fighting/injuries.
Notes: This log is good for 1-20th, give or take. He'll be available as Bruce Wayne earlier in the month (let's say 1-5th) and from the 12-13, and the rest of the days he'll be off Batmanning it up. Bruce will have his Batsuit from the 15-onward, but until then he'll be dressed in Ye Olde Batzorro get-up. Here.
[It's decades too late for any alien locale to cause particular unease as far as Batman's concerned. The desert landscape is harsh, yes, but it's no Apokolips. Still, there's something about it that he doesn't like.
Though truthfully, the same could be said of anywhere that isn't Gotham. It's the one place in the universe he knows with the complete and total intimacy of long familiarity. It's his home, both a prison in hard times and a refuge in the same. And it was a sign of how well Tim knew him that the simple act of bringing him back from cardiac arrest was to say tell him Gotham needs him.
These last three and a half months aren't the longest he's been away from Gotham, but they are in many ways the hardest. If he had something-- a direction, a clear goal, it'd be easier to endure. But between the secrecy of the Emperor and the clandestine nature of this place, he's come up with nothing time and again.
The architecture of Tu Vishan is seven hundred years old. The written language is as complex as any he's ever seen, though he's been working on deciphering it it's a slow, secondary project to keeping people safe.
But his family is here - as whole as it's ever been at any given time in Gotham. He's... trying with Jason, though every conversation they have feels like going ten rounds with Killer Croc, leaves him bruised and beaten in invisible ways. But Cassandra, Dick, Stephanie-- even Damian. Having them here, as much as it irritates him that they're as trapped as he is, he's... glad of their presence, as he is of Kal's and Lois' as well.
And Kon, if he has to admit it. (Though he'd rather not)
He has allies here, and he's come so far in this life as to be able to admit it without much more than a cursory grimace.
He's not happy.
But he's close, and that terrifies him.
So he shoves everything down and aside, throws himself into his work. It's what he always does when he has an excess of emotion he'd rather not dealing with. Bruce - not Bruce Wayne, but Bruce at his most human and vulnerable - ceases to exist, eclipsed by the Batman. The Landfall is a perfect opportunity, one he plans to spend largely alone.
Though, as has been said, 'no plan of operations extends with certainty beyond the first encounter with the enemy's main strength'.]
Location: 'Batman' will be on the Mainland, but Bruce Wayne/Devin Craig will be available on certain days on the Turtle. Because secret identities. They're a thing.
Situation: He's being the goddamned Batman that's its own situation I promise.
Warnings/Rating: Probable violence/fighting/injuries.
Notes: This log is good for 1-20th, give or take. He'll be available as Bruce Wayne earlier in the month (let's say 1-5th) and from the 12-13, and the rest of the days he'll be off Batmanning it up. Bruce will have his Batsuit from the 15-onward, but until then he'll be dressed in Ye Olde Batzorro get-up. Here.
[It's decades too late for any alien locale to cause particular unease as far as Batman's concerned. The desert landscape is harsh, yes, but it's no Apokolips. Still, there's something about it that he doesn't like.
Though truthfully, the same could be said of anywhere that isn't Gotham. It's the one place in the universe he knows with the complete and total intimacy of long familiarity. It's his home, both a prison in hard times and a refuge in the same. And it was a sign of how well Tim knew him that the simple act of bringing him back from cardiac arrest was to say tell him Gotham needs him.
These last three and a half months aren't the longest he's been away from Gotham, but they are in many ways the hardest. If he had something-- a direction, a clear goal, it'd be easier to endure. But between the secrecy of the Emperor and the clandestine nature of this place, he's come up with nothing time and again.
The architecture of Tu Vishan is seven hundred years old. The written language is as complex as any he's ever seen, though he's been working on deciphering it it's a slow, secondary project to keeping people safe.
But his family is here - as whole as it's ever been at any given time in Gotham. He's... trying with Jason, though every conversation they have feels like going ten rounds with Killer Croc, leaves him bruised and beaten in invisible ways. But Cassandra, Dick, Stephanie-- even Damian. Having them here, as much as it irritates him that they're as trapped as he is, he's... glad of their presence, as he is of Kal's and Lois' as well.
And Kon, if he has to admit it. (Though he'd rather not)
He has allies here, and he's come so far in this life as to be able to admit it without much more than a cursory grimace.
He's not happy.
But he's close, and that terrifies him.
So he shoves everything down and aside, throws himself into his work. It's what he always does when he has an excess of emotion he'd rather not dealing with. Bruce - not Bruce Wayne, but Bruce at his most human and vulnerable - ceases to exist, eclipsed by the Batman. The Landfall is a perfect opportunity, one he plans to spend largely alone.
Though, as has been said, 'no plan of operations extends with certainty beyond the first encounter with the enemy's main strength'.]
Early in November, Fire Sector Market
So he's been trading people favours for supplies which hasn't really been all that successful. So he figured he should go to one of the many markets and did what he did best. Taking things without people realising. Part of him did feel bad but hey, he ate a lot more than the average person, and really, it's their fault for not giving him more food in the first place.
He's currently hovering by some pastry stalls, watching the shop keeper barter with someone who was quite obviously not a native. He watches them for a few moments, and then takes advantage of the distraction, and slips away with near a whole tray of pork buns and disappears down an alley all in the spanse of a second or two.]
Re: Early in November, Fire Sector Market
Bruce notes the direction he'd disappeared in, pays the kedan (plus extra, covering what the boy took) and turns away from the stall.
He's willing to bet he knows this part of the city better than the boy, and so he takes off briskly down an alternate alleyway. He'll catch him where these two intersect.
Tommy Shepherd, a member of the 'Avengers' in his world. Affiliated with Stark, Rogers and possibly Romanov, although they're not from the same worlds. He's been associating (flirting, he thinks in mild annoyance) with Stephanie and was one of the attendees to her party. Harmless. Cocky. Egotistical, but it's hiding a mass of insecurities that he'd rather keep people ignorant of.
Bruce more than knows the type. Which is why when he makes it to that cross-section, he sticks out one foot and prepares to catch that damned tray of stolen buns after the resultant tumble. He doubts the boy will be harmed by the crash. Speedsters are a hearty bunch.]
Re: Early in November, Fire Sector Market
Thankfully, other than scrapes and bumps (and a lovely looking road rash on his cheek), the thing bruised most is his pride, especially when he sees a few of the kedan stop to stare at the boy. He rubs at his cheek and then scowls over to the owner of the foot, picking himself up and marching over to him, eying the tray of buns that had been so skillfully caught.
He knows he's not just dealing with anyone. It takes skill to get the better of someone going that speed. Or even see and intercept them and catch the buns at all. He's quite obviously wary.]
What the hell was that for?
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Do you mind?
[He lifts one and sort of gestures with it as if he's about to take a bite out of it.]
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This guy is sort of wigging him out. He can't outright ask for the buns back, since he'll know he stole them, so he just sort of huffs, looking at them for a few moments before back up at Bruce.]
Watch where you're putting your foot, jerk. My face is gonna be screwed up for like a week.
[HUFF]
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[Not 'jerk'. Still, he keeps to the calm, neutral voice he generally uses-- well, with Robins. It's neither accusatory nor indicative of any sort of pressure or patronization, and after a moment he takes a bite of the bun, and offers the tray back to Tommy.]
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[If a name could be said any more sarcastically it would be impressive. He eyes Bruce again, obviously uneasy, his foot tapping against the ground impatiently. He wants the buns back, but he has no idea what else this guy is capable of. He wrinkles his nose and crosses his arms over his chest.]
Keep 'em.
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[His expression doesn't change, but for a brief flicker of something, closed-off and unfathomable.]
I'd rather not keep something that doesn't belong to me.
[And then,]
You telegraph, you know. Despite your speed.
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...Telegraph?
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[It's okay, Tommy. Most people feel like that around Bruce at the best of times. Even people he's known for years.]
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...What about the way I move?
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You advertise your intentions before doing so.
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What? No I don't. What's that got to do with telegrams anyway?
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[It's entirely possible that this kid learns by a more hands-on approach. Bruce nods back to the tray in a 'pay attention' sort of way.
And then, with zero preamble, he reaches out to take another bun. He's not the fastest non-metahuman alive, but he's still the man that outshot Darkseid's omega beams at the speed of light. But the way he moves is completely devoid of any prior intent to make the motion at all. Still, speedster senses would have no trouble following the motion at all, if Tommy knows how to pay attention.]
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Tommy wrinkles his nose and moves the tray away from Bruce, not like the way the numbers are starting to dwindle.]
I still don't get what that has to do with me.
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[And then he just tosses the bun into the air, catches it, and turns to walk away.]
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Who the hell are you? [Because he has a right to know who just made a fool out of him.]
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[That, over one shoulder as he continues to walk.]
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Tommy then takes his leave, pressing the buns closely against his chest as he speeds away.]