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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'.]
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Still...]
Don't kill them.
[He snarls that out in a low voice pitched to carry, and sidesteps neatly as the second llothi leaps at him. He catches the thing around the neck and although it tries to throw him off, Bruce is nothing if not possessing of an indomitable will.
Choking these creatures out isn't his best or brightest idea, but with someone else to watch out for it's the only one he has at the moment (Well, one of three, but the easiest of those three to implement).]
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[ But that's all she has time to get out before the llothi thrashes in her direction, and Lina hurriedly pulls her sword out of it, jumping nimbly back, but it's almost not far enough. She stumbles back a few steps, staring at Bruce like he's crazy. ]
They're gonna kill us, if you hadn't noticed! What do you mean don't kill them?!
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[He says, as he stands. The llothi he'd tangled with is unconscious on the ground. Oxygen starvation. It'll pass, but the thing will wake up with one hell of a headache.
What's scarier, Lina. The crazy, skinless creature with inverted joints or the masked man getting all snarly Batbro in your face.
Actually, don't answer that.]
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Are you crazy?! We're totally outmatched here, or hadn't you noticed!
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[Well, he has to admire her tenacity at least. That she's a competent fighter is the only reason she is at present still breathing. But when an unstoppable force meets an immoveable object...]
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[ OKAY she's still kind of grumpy about this whole thing, and having her magic sealed off never puts Lina in a good mood. She darts forward again, trying to sink her blade into the injured llothi before it can lash out at her. She manages another strike, but she only just barely gets away, nearly tumbling down onto the ground. ]
Damn it! What do you want these things for, anyway? Hey -- they're not worth any money, are they? Is there a bounty?
[ and suddenly Lina's enthusiasm has increased 500x at the prospect of money. ]
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[His voice remains a low snarl as he bends down to zap-strap the unconscious llothi's limbs. It won't hold it for long when it wakes, but it should keep it off balance and disoriented enough not to pursue them directly.]
They're sentient creatures. They don't deserve to die.
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We aren't arguing this point.
[SO THERE, GODDAMN. Bruce walks over to the kedan Lina had been tangling with, snaps the heel of his boot against its cranium where the bone is thickest. It'll concuss the thing, but it won't kill it (any more than Lina's swordplay did).]
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What, you're not even going to study them? Going to all that trouble to incapacitate them and then just leave them here seems like a waste. I bet there's a lot we could learn from one of these things, and that information could be valuable!
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['and you are not going to start' seems to be the implication here.]
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Well, good for you! Now what about the rest of us, huh? Why aren't we allowed to participate in your grand enlightenment?
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[Not that he'd share everything, but, you know. Enough.]
Now we leave.
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Do you have a choice?
[because he's not going to give you one
like a douchebag]
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No, I guess I don't. Because my magic's just about sealed this far out, and I'm basically helpless out here without it, am I right? So of course I don't have any choice but to listen to you. For now. But when we get back to the city, I've got a few questions you're gonna have to answer.
[ Okay, yeah, he's a little intimidating, especially when she's without her magic. But compared to her big sister? Batman, please. She's suffered worse. ]
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Threatening me will get you nothing. Keep that in mind.
[His tone is sharp, curt. As the Batman, he speaks in absolutes.]
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Still, she smiles sweetly at him -- a little too much so, probably, but she's showing teeth. ]
I wasn't threatening you. In fact, you totally saved my butt! I should be thanking you. And I will. I'm just letting you know that you won't be able to count on pushing me around forever.
[ LINA INVERSE DOES NOT STAND FOR BEING PUSHED AROUND, MR. BATMAN ]
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except for the part where so many of the women he meets just completely own his balls.]Fine.
[WELL HE IS GOING TO WALK TOWARDS THE MAINLAND NOW are you going to follow him or not.]
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I'm so glad we could come to an understanding! You know, for a weirdo in a mask, you're not so bad!
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Batman.
[NOT 'A WEIRDO IN A MASK'.]
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Lina gives him a puzzled look, knitting her brow. ]
Uh, bless you?
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My name.
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Your name is -- Batman?
[ Lina gives him a good, solid stare before she promptly breaks out into laughter. We're talking full-on hysterical, knee-slapping, uncontrollable laughter. She wheezes out a few chuckle-drenched words where she can, pointing at him as if in disbelief. ]
Batman! You put on this tough guy act, stomping around with that ridiculous mask, and you name yourself after a bat? Bats! Little rats with wings! Oh, you are too much, buddy!
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Well, actually, no, she wouldn't be dead because that's against his vaunted moral code.
But mortal agony? Is another thing entirely, and his look is practically steeped in it as he just. Turns. Slowly. And gives her the same glare that's put every metahuman on the planet in their place at least once.]
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