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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'.]
12/13th - some time after she goes ashore with Annabeth and the Doctor
But she sits with her back against his door, one arm wrapped around her M1897 Trench Shotgun. It's not good for much beyond serving as a substitute teddy bear at this point - she's used up the last of her ammo.]
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Everything except, apparently, the appearance of children on his doorstep. You'd think he'd be used to it, but seeing Triela is still something of a surprise.]
Triela? What are you--
[The Bruce Wayne persona makes the question necessary. Batman doesn't. She's here, she's holding a gun, she's waiting for him. Something happened. She doesn't appear to be visibly injured-- which means.
... Ah.]
Are you all right? Come on, let's get you inside.
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Whatever. Doesn't matter. Not right now.
She goes into his place without protest, studying the layout and the stuff papering his walls. Pharmaceutical gobbledegook. Claes would probably understand it.]
I went to the mainland.
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[Her agitation is plain and present. Cementing further what he's already guessed.]
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[Okay, she and Annabeth both killed them, but including Annabeth in the confession seems too much like an excuse.]
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He doesn't speak.
He isn't sure of what to say. She's here because she expects censure. Some sort of reprimand. (Physical violence? He wonders if that was how her kind were kept in line back home)
Finally, he brings her a cup of tea. It's been nearly ten minutes since he let her in. All he can think about is Garzonas, and the look on Jason's face after his fall.]
You're talking about the llothi, correct?
[Says the man with four puncture marks across his shoulder from the claws of the same.]
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Triela sips the tea, picking out the flavors she can still taste.] Yes, signore.
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[He keeps his tone... gentle.]
You didn't have to... report to me, you know.
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She didn't even know signore Hilshire's first name until signora Guellfi told her what it was. Triela takes another drink.] We're not friends, signore. And I made you a promise and I broke it. I can't pretend I didn't.
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[Bruce exhales, and glances away. Honestly, he thinks Damian would be able to explain this better. After all, his son had once decapitated someone and brought their head into the Batcave in a show of force and prowess.]
Sometimes... people do the wrong things for the right reasons. That doesn't condone the action, but... it can explain it, in certain circumstances.
[He glances at her, finally.]
Has anyone ever taught you how to fight without killing?
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[The look she gives him is defiant. As though Hilshire would get anything less than the best for her. As though he'd let her get by without every possible aid in the field. ] I know how to disable or main human opponents without killing them. I've never fought monsters before.
[A very slight smile.] I think you'd like Signore Hilshire. He's... Lately he's been ordering me not to kill our targets whenever he can get away with it. He took on an assignment by himself because we got the kill order and he didn't want me to do it.
[Though that gets her to scowl a little bit.] And he almost got killed instead.
[She's not used to this. To talking to people so freely, to not being the caretaker, the one in charge of her fellow cyborgs wellbeing when none of the adults who actually care are around. She sets down her gun and picks up the tea.] You don't even have a house keeper, do you?
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[He probably would like Hilshire, in that offhand, abstract way that Bruce tolerates everyone he doesn't hate outright. It's a far cry from being 'friends', but it's a start.]
A housekeeper?
[Alfred. It's been hitting him these last few weeks how much he misses the man.]
I-- no. Not here. It's been quite an adjustment, as I'm sure you can imagine.