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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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No, no you don't. [And Bruce cares about Kara too, along with Diana the three of them were her mentors at one point in her life. He'd actually give it a lot of thought. ] But what does this mean? That we should just wait until some unknown entity decides to bring us home?
Why Kara and not me?
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Maybe you're still needed here. Maybe she was needed back home. You don't get to ask why, Clark. It happened. And you deal with it right here, right now.
[Oops is he all up in Clark's face at the moment? He's not yelling but it's a damn fine line.]
WEIRDLY ACCURATE ICON
I thought you of all people would understand that I feel like every second I spend here something could be going wrong back at home. Or are you telling me you haven't thought of Gotham ever since you came?
UPLOADED IT SPECIFICALLY FOR THAT COMMENT NEGL
You and I have been all over the galaxy helping others. Saving them when and where we can. And we've both been in the unique position to acknowledge that our cities - our world can survive without us. Or did you forget.
[Those months thinking that Clark had been killed by Doomsday. So soon after Jason and just before Bane. It's not a time in Bruce's life that he remembers fondly. Tim... Tim is the only bright thing to have come out of those hellish, reaching shadows.]
You and I are men, Clark. Just men. The idea of us is greater than the sum of who we are and what we alone can accomplish.
[He reaches out and jabs a finger against Clark's chest, where the shield would be if he wore it now just to drive the point home. Superman can't be everywhere at once. To do so would ruin the humanity of the role.
Bruce learned that one first-hand.]
Of course [that word is practically hissed, and the actual offense he took to Clark's statement is notable for the first time.] I've thought of Gotham. Not a moment, not a minute has gone by otherwise. But I trust the people I left behind to do my work and carry on my legacy. Do you?
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Why tough? He wasn't sure himself. Bruce was the most brutally honest man he knew when he was angry, and he guesses that's what he needs right now. Bruce isn't his friend because he goes soft on him when he's sad (he really doesn't), he's his friend because he isn't afraid to look at him in the eye and tell him what he thinks without fear.]
I trust Kara.
[The words come out like a revelation. He repeats them softly. 'I trust Kara'. Of course he does, he was the only one that trusted her at first. Trusted her to be his cousin, to use her powers wisely, to be able to deal with thins alone. Trusted her to help Donna out.
Why should this be any different?]
She's going to be fine.
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Don't forget you said that.