_taliaalghul (![]() ![]() @ 2017-01-22 10:05:00 |
![]() |
|||
![]() |
|
![]() |
|
![]() |
Entry tags: | batman, nyssa raatko, talia al ghul, winter soldier |
Who: Talia al Ghul, Batman, Nyssa Raatko, her second + NPCs
What: Talia and Nyssa settle the score
Where: Caverns beneath Gotham City
When: January 22nd, 2017
There was danger in revealing the location of the Lazarus Pit to Batman-- he was sure to take it upon himself to try to destroy it, and it was Talia's sworn duty to protect it, as she had been unable to protect so many others. She would even believe that he might try to handle this problem at the same time as he stood as her second; but that was a problem she would have to deal with when and if it reared its head. In the meantime, he had agreed to stand beside her as her second. As a noncombatant, his duty was to help negotiate a mutually beneficial peace-- if such a thing was at all possible; and if not, the twin katanas strapped to her back, the pistol on her thigh, and the steel in her eyes would serve. No matter who was the victor, Batman would serve to carry the verdict. If necessary, it would be him that would tell their son how his mother had finally died.
She skimmed one gloved hand over her belt to check the utility pockets again, scowling towards the cavern entrance as they waited for Nyssa's appearance. Almost as an afterthought, she reached into the unzipped collar of her cat suit and withdrew a letter that she'd kept close, near her heart. It was still warm. Without turning away from the small subterranean dock, she looked across at Batman, and held out the letter. It was seal with green wax, and addressed simply to 'My son'. Should this be her last living night on Earth, he would know what to do with such a letter. Perhaps he would wait and give it to him when he was old enough to understand, when emotions did not run so hot-- or perhaps, as a child whose parents hadn't had the opportunity to leave him a letter of goodbye, he would know the power of such a thing, and give it to him immediately. Either way, she was assured that in the event of her death, one day Damian would receive his letter from his mother-- Bruce would not deny her that-- and that would be enough.
Briefly, she caught his eye, simply looking at him for a moment before her men announced Nyssa's approach. She didn't look away, but lifted her chin, her shoulders straightening.
"How do I look?" She asked finally, waiting for his answer- and glad to have someone trustworthy at her side. She turned her attention to the docks where the boats carrying Nyssa and her men arrived, and kept her expression completely placid and neutral.
"Detective," Talia started, her eyes riveted on her opponent, "Would you be so kind as to greet my sister?" Then she added, lowly, "Perhaps you will have better luck talking some sense into her."