[OPEN]

[shorttempered]

Characters: Mark Grayson and OPEN
Date: July after the event
Location: Various
Situation: Now that everything's returning back to normal, Mark's getting used to being Invincible again.
Warnings/Rating: None, but will update as necessary!

A - Mark
[Mark had felt guilty abandoning his job for as long as he had, even if the circumstances were totally understandable... So he decided to make up for this by diving wholeheartedly into his work. Depending on when you walk by the Wayne Enterprises construction site in the Water sector, you can come across Mark doing various tasks at the site: helping the other workers carry beams, looking over the schematics... just generally overseeing the construction like he's supposed to.

At one point a worker informs him they left a tool at another site in a different district and can't continue, though a few minutes later that same worker miraculously finds it after feeling a gust of wind at their back...]

B - Invincible
[It was weird getting into the costume again, but a good kind of weird. He's grown so used to being Invincible over the last few years it almost seems like he's not himself when he's just being "Mark." Not that he dislikes Mark, but it's getting so hard to hide who he truly is. Being powerless was a good reminder of exactly who he was before he tossed that garbage bag into orbit and that he had survived far longer without his Viltrumite powers as he had with it.

...That said, flying was still the most awesome thing in the world to do. He can be found zipping back and forth all around the turtle, testing himself to see just how back to normal things are. Some laps are definitely better than others, as he once dips and almost hits a building during one of them. He's also not going to let a crime pass him by, especially now that the rest of the kedan won't threaten him on sight.]

[OOC: If you want to roll with something other than those two, feel free to either PM me, reach out to me at redconfession, or just start a thread, your choice!!]

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Korra - Closed

[shorttempered]

[Mark didn't bother to hide his greater-than-average strength among the kedan he worked with. After all, they were stronger than humans too, and it didn't make sense to him to not pull his weight the same as the others. Of course, he never showed them exactly how strong he was, but still it would cause a few raised eyebrows for the average person to see a boy carrying a several hundred pound cement mixer in the same manner he might a pizza.

Luckily for Mark, he saw Korra coming before (he hoped) she saw him doing just that, and quickly dropped the mixer--almost on his foot. By the time Korra gets close, Mark is on the ground backing away from the mixer--not because it would have hurt, but because he knew if it had hit him it should have. He gives her a nervous smile as he rises to his feet and dusts himself off.]

We need the hard hats for a reason, heh.

Korra - Closed

[alphatar]

[Stopping by the Water Sector had almost become a daily routine for Korra, it was the ideal place to practice waterbending now that she had it back. Just to break up the routine trip home to the Metal Sector she took an alternative, scenic route.

What definitely caught her eye was the Wayne construction site. Diverting her step from the sidewalk to the entry of the site, Korra traipsed in with her hands behind her head. Casually avoiding beams being swung about and poking her nose over a kedan’s shoulder to see what they were doing. The loud thump caused Korra’s ears to involuntarily move up and she spun around. Hearing Mark’s explanation Korra looked at the mixer by his feet. He wasn’t kidding if someone set it that close to him. Waving, she started walking in that direction.]

Oh, hey Mark! I didn’t know you worked here.

[Then again, she didn’t even know this place was here until a minute or so ago. He seemed out of place to her next to the kedan who easily handled the heavy lifting.]

So…you’re the cement guy?

[Her eyes glanced from the mixer, to the heavy bags of cement, and then back to Mark.]

[shorttempered]

[Phew, identity safe for now.] I'm, uh, actually the Crew Chief. And you're going to have to wear a hard hat if you want to be on the construction site. [Hands her his before going to get another one. It's not like he needs it, after all.]

[alphatar]

Oh. Well that makes more sense. [Of course she was referring to the heavy labor involved with any other position. Giving orders and coordinating other workers was an ideal position for someone like Mark. Or at least, the way Korra saw Mark.]

Um…okay. [A scrutinizing look was all the hard hat got before Korra tried putting it on, the plastic inside catching on her pony tail. The corner of her upper lip curled as she tried putting her hair through the back of the plastic and it got caught, tugging at her scalp. Giving up entirely, she took it off and held it against her hip with her hand.]

A Wayne building in the Water Sector, huh. So how long did it take you to get promoted? [Korra asked curiously trailing after Mark as he went to go get another hat. She sidestepped a kedan hauling two jackhammers in one arm and a bucket of- whatever that gooey stuff was.] Crew chief means you can hire people, right?

[She wasn’t asking for a job, Korra was quite happy with her fishing one. Just sating her curiosity over how a normal foreigner like Mark gets along on Tu Vishan.]

[shorttempered]

[Looks over his shoulder at Korra, frowning when he sees the hat under her arm.] Please put that back on. I don't want anything to fall and hit you.

I got hired as a Crew Chief, actually. By Mr. Wayne himself. He responded to my network plea for work. [Puts the new hat on his head.] I can, actually. Mr. Wayne's really generous like that.

Are you looking to get into construction?

[alphatar]

[That was good for Korra to hear and she gave Mark an impressed nod at his position’s authority. Then:]

Oh wow, no. [Korra put her hands up defensively.] I like the job I have now, pays good and business is kind of booming for my boss. Speaking of bosses, yours sounds like a pretty nice guy. I’ve only met his sons, but so far I just hear good things.

[Looking down at the helmet as if it had just insulted her polar bear dog, Korra looked back to Mark. No way did she want to wrestle that thing onto her head.] Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.

[shorttempered]

What do you do?

[Waiiiiiiiiit.] Mr. Wayne has kids? [Mark Grayson: Master detective.]

You really need to have one on if you're going to be on site. Sorry, it's the rules.

[alphatar]

I catch fish for Finnick’s business. Waterbending makes it really easy, so it only takes a little bit of time each day. [She put her hand up to her mouth so she could divulge the biggest secret on Tu Vishan.] I get to keep whatever is over the quota he set.

[Raising an eyebrow, Korra gave Mark a curious look.] Yeah, I know Damian a little bit better though. But they’re from different mothers.

…I don’t know if I was supposed to tell you that or not.

[Rolling her eyes and giving a little sigh, Korra attempted to put on the hard hat. She tried pushing it back and forth, squeezing her ponytail in and finally managed to get it on after putting both of her hands on top of it and pushing down. It had practically come down to her eyes. Once on, she squinched her mouth over to one side her face, obviously not happy about how dorky she felt for wearing it. She held her arms out and glumly said:]

Well, get your laughs now.

[shorttempered]

[Mark has to fight himself from laughing at the confidentiality of that last piece of information.] Your secret is safe with me. [He smiles.] If Eve and I want fish, I know who to go to to buy some.

[Different mothers. There's a concept Mark's familiar with.] It's all right, I won't tell. My little brother, Oliver, has a different mom too, so I know how touchy a subject it can be.

[Poor Korra. Though he'd be lying if he said he had no desire to laugh, it was mainly at Korra's expression rather than the haphazard way the hat sat on her head.] No, no laughing. Would you rather we talk outside the site?

Bruce Wayne - Closed

[shorttempered]

[Mark didn't need superhearing to hear the shouting caused when one of the workers knocked over a ladder from the top of the repair site. It was only the rustle of the blueprints Mark had been looking over from an unknown gust of wind that gave away that Mark had done anything beyond look up.

Well, that and the fact the ladder was now on the ground several seconds sooner than it should have been.

Mark looked up again to see his boss. Crap. Calm down, Mark, there was no way he noticed. No one's caught on yet.] Good afternoon, Mr--I mean, Bruce. [He stands up to shakes the other man's hand.]

[cowled]

[Boy, you are fooling no one. Well. In the sense that 'no one' means 'Bruce Wayne' and not 'Batman', whom no one fools. (Almost)

Bruce shakes his hand, mock-shivering as he does.]

Is it just me or is it a little windier than normal?

[shorttempered]

[Oh come on it was totally not noticeable >.>;;]

It's the, uh, construction site. The wind is going through the, uh, gaps in the building.

[cowled]

God, that's awful. Make sure you fix that, will you?

[Totally cheerful.]

So? How're things working out for you so far?

[shorttempered]

I'm afraid it's going to be like that until we get the siding up. I'll talk to the team and make sure they're more careful going forward. [And with that Mark is back in business mode. Crisis averted. You wish, Mark.]

So far so good. This site wasn't too badly destroyed, so it's just a matter of getting it back up and running for the locals. [Nothing else to report.

Wait...] Oh, and your son was here earlier, so I got the updated schematics and we've already switched to them. Thanks for sending him--we had no one to spare.

[cowled]

[Mildly,]

Which son?

[He knows it was Damian, but that's being entirely too savvy.]

[shorttempered]

[Which--? Oh right, Korra had mentioned there being more than one.]

The little one, Damian.

If you don't mind me asking, how many children do you have? Are they all here? [Mark couldn't imagine all of his family stuck here, as much as he misses them. It's still weird that his girlfriend is stuck here.]

[cowled]

Ah-- five.

[A slight shrug, the sort you might expect of a helplessly doting father.]

My three youngest boys are here.

A! (It was a difficult decision, sob...)

[demon_brat]

[Damian comes in delivering a new set of schematics. An update, nothing much. But he is fast and maneuverable, so he's a logical chance to be sent over.]

[It takes him a long moment - but no more - to single out the person overseeing the location. He's read - some of the file on him. Not much, something about it made him close it back up. So he knows little beyond the name - for now.]

I believe I should hand these over to you.

[Even though he doesn't add a greeting, the boy's voice is sufficiently polite. An employee of Father's should probably not be antagonized. For various reasons.]

(Mark is a derp all over the turtle, news at 11)

[shorttempered]

[Mark had been talking to a few of the workers when he noticed Damian approaching out of the corner of his eye. After all, a child wandering a construction site wasn't something he saw every day. He had almost gone over to shoo him off before he noticed the schematics in hand and realized why he was there.]

You work for Mis--Bruce? [Yes, there was the "you look young" tone to his voice, Damian. You weren't hearing things.

Were there child labor laws on this turtle? He really should consider looking into this...]

Thanks.

(Mark is adorable. ADORABLE.)

[demon_brat]

I work for Father, yes. As well as elsewhere.

[HE DOES IT OF HIS OWN FREE WILL but, yes, they're all expected to work, didn't you listen when the kedan were telling you how things are, here?]

It is of no trouble.

[Translation: I should have come to meet an overseer sooner.]

(he's just a huge dork)

[shorttempered]

[Father? As in "son of"? Mark takes a closer look at the pipsqueak and he can definitely see the resemblance now that he's actually looking. The way he stood there like he had something to prove also reminded him of his brother, Oliver. At least this boy wasn't purple.]

No really, I needed these but couldn't leave the site. [Well he could have, but the schematics going mysteriously missing only to be just as mysteriously found with Mark wouldn't have gone over well.]

I'm Mark, by the way. Mark Grayson. The crew chief on the site. [He offers his hand.]

(Damian can use some more dorking in his life... if he will accept it.)

[demon_brat]

And that is why I am here.

[Eyebrow raised. And he almost doesn't pause when taking his hand for a brief, but firm shake.]

Damian.

[He holds the man's eyes for a moment, then looks out over the site.]

Have there been any problems?

(Yes, yes he does. Don't worry he's used to mildly creepy uptight children)

[shorttempered]

Thanks then, Damian. [And with that he smiles. There's a lot of things he finds odd here, so this really doesn't rank in the scheme of things.]

Nothing major. Someone thought they lost left their tools at another site, but they found them. [And with his report out of the way he opens the schematics to compare them with the ones he had. He's still not used to being in a position of such authority, especially at his age with next to no job experience, but it meant a lot to him that Bruce thought enough of him to entrust him with it. He had no intention of letting him (or his son) down.]

(I need to read his canon.)

[demon_brat]

It is not a problem.

[There. May be a slight return smile, though it is mostly one of politeness, rather than sentiment. And he nods, slowly.]

Fortunate.

[Then he falls silent, letting the man work.]

(Do itttt)

[shorttempered]

Yeah. This is a good team. [Calls over one of the Kedan workers and tells him the changes before turning his attention to Damian.]

Have you been here long?