Damian Wayne (ibnalxuffasch) wrote in modernage, @ 2010-07-21 00:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot 07: custodial interference, damian wayne | rook, richard grayson | nightwing, {talia al ghul}, ∴ scenes: ongoing |
Thread: Closing Time
Who: Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Talia (NPC) and a few mooks.
Where: Tokyo Sky Tree, Tokyo, Japan.
When: Thursday, May 13th at 2254 hours
Summary: All good things must come to an end, and at some point it is time go home. Damian is 'rescued' from his mother by his- whatever Grayson is to him.
The building was not yet open to the public, but it was a testiment to his mother's influence that they remained. It was also a testiment to her skill that not only were they allowed to scale the tallest building in Japan, but that they were allowed to stay as long as they wanted. From where they were near the top, they could see far into Tokyo. Damian figured that it would take a riotous mass of a city like this to spawn Okamura.
"Isn't it magnificent?" She was not gushing, as other tourists might, but spoke with a strange mix of disinterest and conviction. When she thought he was not looking earlier, he saw her looking over the square below and the city beyond that as if they belonged to her. As to her statement, he remained non-committal. Perhaps the building was important because of man's ever stretching need to be bigger, to reach for the skies and grab inch after inch of what had been denied to them previously. Damian did not really care, it was just a building in the end. But he did not think that was why she brought him here.
Every place so far had a theme, some aspect that she wanted to show him. He wondered if this place was to show off her worldly power. It frustrated him that he did not know, and frustrated him more because for some reason his mother mattered to him and he wanted to know.
"Your guardian could never have brought you here." Talia commented in an off handed way. Damian did not answer in words, but his shoulders hunched slightly. "Your father could have, but he did not, did he?" It wasn't really a question.
Damian found himself defending his father almost automatically, "He never had a chance to."
His mother waved it off, "He could have made the time if he really wanted to. After all, I did, did I not?" She sounded careless, almost as if she was not considering the meaning of what she was saying. But they were not discussing the weather, or something equally inane, they were discussing his fucked up family and she was being fairly convincing.
"If you have a point, make it." It did not come out nearly as threatening as it sounded in his head, probably because his voice lacked the usual heat. The whirlwind tour of the world, made all the more confusing by his mother's continuous presence, turned his world upside down. Now he did not know which way was up.
"I am just pointing out the obvious, I'm here and they are-" A few of the league members, dressed all in black, detached themselves from the shadows and moved from sentry to defensive positions. They were no longer alone.