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tushanshu_logs2012-10-11 05:51 pm
cowled) wrote in tushanshu_logs2012-10-11 05:51 pm
rock and roll ain't noise pollution
Characters: Batman and open.
Date: The night of the 11th/morning of the 12th.
Location: All over the place!
Situation: He is the terror that flaps in the – wait, wrong caped crusader. Essentially, Bruce is running around being vengeance and the night and all that fun stuff.
Warnings/Rating: Bruce isn't really prone to excessive amounts of talking when he's Batman, so threads might run a little bit short. Rating... expect some violence, maybe?
Notes: Feel free to toss actionspam or prose at me! I'm good however. Bruce is going to be all over the city doing all sorts of things, just ask if you want me to set something up for you/your character, otherwise feel free to jump right in. \o/
[Even here, it feels like fighting an endless war. The city's been quieter after the war and most of the active gang members ended up behind bars, but the problem with that is the power vortex it leaves behind. He's spent the last few weeks fighting that momentum, to ill effect. People are still being robbed in the streets, and the brutality of those robberies has escalated. More than once he's arrived too late on a scene to do anything but damage control.
Long nights. Longer days, too. But the fight goes on, and Bruce wouldn't want to be anywhere else. The front lines have always suited him. Even now, he doesn't think he ever could be a sideliner. Those few months after Bane were some of the hardest in his life in terms of sheer personal inability. Bruce was so accustomed to pushing himself longer and harder than anyone else that finding out that there was a limit even to his tenacity had been terrifying in a way that not much else ever was.
Keeliai is nothing compared to Gotham. Compared to Apokolips. The Source Wall. It's nothing compared to Darkseid's siege on Earth, to losing his mind. To being lost in time.
He has allies here. Family. And although there is an omnipresent threat of danger hanging over all their heads, it doesn't have the aura of urgency or desperation that so often permeates the crises he's faced on Earth.
He wouldn't go so far as to say that Keeliai has made him complacent, because 'Batman' and 'complacency' are as far removed in meaning as any two words in the English language can be, but he is... calmer here, almost. After a fashion.
It doesn't mean he's lost his edge. It just means he's found a little serenity instead.
Lbr, he's still punching thugs in the throat, though.]
Date: The night of the 11th/morning of the 12th.
Location: All over the place!
Situation: He is the terror that flaps in the – wait, wrong caped crusader. Essentially, Bruce is running around being vengeance and the night and all that fun stuff.
Warnings/Rating: Bruce isn't really prone to excessive amounts of talking when he's Batman, so threads might run a little bit short. Rating... expect some violence, maybe?
Notes: Feel free to toss actionspam or prose at me! I'm good however. Bruce is going to be all over the city doing all sorts of things, just ask if you want me to set something up for you/your character, otherwise feel free to jump right in. \o/
[Even here, it feels like fighting an endless war. The city's been quieter after the war and most of the active gang members ended up behind bars, but the problem with that is the power vortex it leaves behind. He's spent the last few weeks fighting that momentum, to ill effect. People are still being robbed in the streets, and the brutality of those robberies has escalated. More than once he's arrived too late on a scene to do anything but damage control.
Long nights. Longer days, too. But the fight goes on, and Bruce wouldn't want to be anywhere else. The front lines have always suited him. Even now, he doesn't think he ever could be a sideliner. Those few months after Bane were some of the hardest in his life in terms of sheer personal inability. Bruce was so accustomed to pushing himself longer and harder than anyone else that finding out that there was a limit even to his tenacity had been terrifying in a way that not much else ever was.
Keeliai is nothing compared to Gotham. Compared to Apokolips. The Source Wall. It's nothing compared to Darkseid's siege on Earth, to losing his mind. To being lost in time.
He has allies here. Family. And although there is an omnipresent threat of danger hanging over all their heads, it doesn't have the aura of urgency or desperation that so often permeates the crises he's faced on Earth.
He wouldn't go so far as to say that Keeliai has made him complacent, because 'Batman' and 'complacency' are as far removed in meaning as any two words in the English language can be, but he is... calmer here, almost. After a fashion.
It doesn't mean he's lost his edge. It just means he's found a little serenity instead.
Lbr, he's still punching thugs in the throat, though.]
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Regardless, it's the way he works. He can come up with tactics on the fly, sure, but he prefers having as much information as possible. Of course, that's not to say that he doesn't make mistakes sometimes. That his experience and resulting confidence don't bite him in the butt sometimes.
But honestly? This whole thing-- his tendency to patrol independently, to dig up information on his own-- is partially to prove himself to Bruce. He's always trying to prove himself, even back home, but he especially feels like he must here. The way Bruce looks at him, like he's still new and unreliable (even worse, like he's some horrible specter come back to haunt him), just shows that he has a lot to prove. He just wants to earn some of the respect and trust he has back home.
Of course, he's not thinking any of this right now. Right now, he's thinking about the fight. Head clear, mind focused. He feels fatigued, but he fully intends to push through it.
He takes down the other two kedan without too much effort: he heard the three more approaching and figured he should stop experimenting and start gearing up for the next fight. But when he turns to look at the approaching kedan, he sees them puzzling over small darts.
Small darts with bat wings on them.
Looks like he's being watched over by a slightly overprotective guardian angel.]
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There's a slight smile to his expression (more around the eyes than the mouth) as Bruce turns away. He's satisfied for now. Whatever this Dick's other shortcomings, tonight--
Tonight, he'll be all right.]
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Once they're all down and he's collecting the Batarangs and the darts (he'll sneakily leave them wrapped in paper on the inside of Bruce's windowsill), Dick spares a small glance at the spot where the darts must have come from.
He doesn't know that Bruce might not be able to see it, but he smiles.]