case 09 | team Damian | mayhem and madness

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Returning to Garden after the Ottoman Empire had been a blessing. Damian'd been able to get his bearings, focus on getting his school life back into gear, and maybe being grateful that Garden was actually somewhat modern and... not as bad as he made it out to be.

So when he feels that time hiccup and that dizzy feeling again? Damian can't help feeling ill--especially moreso when he stares at his surroundings. A fancy party? Immediately, he rushes to the window - ignoring the fancy suit he's in - and presses his hands to the windows. Neo-Gotham. It'd be ridiculous to mistake it for anywhere else.

... And there's his family at a table near Mr. Wayne and McGinnis. All of these people are familiar and yet not--Hajie, his kid sister, seems older than when he last saw her. Did Time Compression lie about "bringing you back to the moment in which you came?" Sure seems like it.]

This wasn't the homecoming I expected.

Comments

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Okay, Time Compression can go fuck itself. Instead of heading down to the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat, instead of getting whisked away to a really nice party with really nice food, Egypt's stuck... he doesn't know where the fuck he is. Some Western city with dirty streets and even dirtier air.

Crime Alley, actually. He has no clue just how bad of an area it is, but right now it's bad enough. Egypt is currently in the middle of an attempted mugging. Sure, go for the lone and lost foreigner. What a warm welcome.

Three-on-one for the past who knows how long — good thing nations are durable. Egypt's got one mugger's throat under his boot, stomping him hard into the sidewalk. And before you say anything, no, it isn't excessive force, because the son of a bitch tried to gut him first.]

1/2

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[It takes Robin maybe five minutes - ten, more likely - to fly down to Crime Alley and knock the other two out by complete surprise. Robin's betting that they probably don't know that Robin could knock them out from behind and then casually pin them underneath one of the window's awnings.

Robin sighs, then casually jumping down to look at the poor victim.]

Zift, this is the worst part of town to be in---

2/2

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[wait a sec.]

Ahki? ["What're you doing here?"]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Egypt is giving the mugger another stomp for good measure — and then the bastard's out like a light. The one still standing rolls one of his sore shoulders, wincing, and swipes at his bloody nose before turning to—]

...Robin?

[He has to catch himself partway before saying the wrong name. The costume he recognizes... same thing for the slang and the name he was addressed by. My god.

There are minor injuries scattered across what little of Egypt's skin is bared. Cuts, scrapes, bruises. He's in one piece and still standing. Kind of... exhausted, though. Those guys really wanted his gil.]

with bonus Oracle NPCing!

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Dammit, of all the people they had to bring to this part of town... Robin hastily starts to call the police when a familiar voice buzzes on his earpiece.]



[Max? She's already at her computer? Damian freezes, before slowly nodding] Yes... and no. The guy's a friend of mine, but we'll need the Commish over here. [pauses for a moment] ... and can you tell Dr. Grayson we'll be at his clinic soon?

[turns the earpiece down and smiles at Hassan] ... Hey. Sorry you had to meet Neo-Gotham this way.

woot

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[No barely-there smile back, sorry, just a long stare and nod in greeting. No hugs, too, because of the blood. Egypt's still conflicted over seeing Robin — Damian — wearing that costume and getting in fights, good intentions and assistance be damned.

Neo-Gotham. Then this is Damian's home, his turf. Not an appropriate time or place to be disapproving of his superhero career, so Egypt says nothing of it. For now.]

Ngh... Nice welcoming party.

[He turns away from Robin momentarily, spitting on one of the muggers to get the blood out of his mouth.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Definitely getting him over to the clinic, even if Damian isn't quite sure why or how he remembers it.] Considering the circumstances... yeah. Sorry.

[Still, he motions for Egypt to head towards the streets, where the Batmobile awaits them] ... I'm taking you to a doctor. Can you walk over there?

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[He nods, starting to move without a single glance back at the guys who jumped him.]

Just a scratch... [But a doctor wouldn't be a bad idea right about now.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Aang had thought that other trip would be the only strange Time Compression thing, but it turns out he was wrong. Now he's in some weird room filled with strange people dressed mostly in things called suits and he's...not. He feels incredibly out of place standing there in his orange and yellow monk robes and his staff. He supposes this is what he gets for not changing into his school uniform before.]

Wow, this is really embarrassing.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Immediately spins on his heels at the sound of a familiar voice. Aang? That's a first. Damian immediately weaves through the crowd and stands on his tip-toes once he reaches his best friend.]

Hey! [awkward smile] Welcome to Neo-Gotham.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Aang stares at the boy that approaches him. He looks like Damian, but older. This is so weird.]

Neo-Gotham? [Okay, the likelihood of him being Damian just increased.] ...Damian?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[he slowly nods, though he can't help the smile on his face either] Yeah. When I said I wanted to bring you to my world, this... wasn't exactly what I meant.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

You look...different.

[It slowly begins to sink in that he's in Neo-Gotham with Damian and he starts to smile back.] This is so schway!

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he remembered!] Isn't it? Now I can show you like... everything. [hang on, he still had this ridiculous party.]

Just give me a minute to figure out how we can ditch this crowd. Unless you want something to eat first?

[toomanyverses.livejournal.com]

[Greece is slightly out of place as well, overly casual in his usual plain shirt, jacket, and trousers.

Slightly more so because he's hefting a large metal cross on his back, shifting the brunt of its weight to his other shoulder. Don't worry, Aang. You're in good company.]

...do you want my jacket?

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[He looks over to see...a man with a cross on his back? Now he's even more confused.] ...Uh. No thanks.

[toomanyverses.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? It's going to be cold outside...

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

I'll be okay, thanks. [This time, he gets a small smile.]

[toomanyverses.livejournal.com]

I don't want you to get sick...

attempting to make everything fit together adfkjhga

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Egypt got patched up by a skilled (if somewhat overly chatty) doctor after the attempted robbery in Crime Alley. Had to ditch his scuffed and bloody cadet uniform in order to blend in with the fancy party that came afterward; now he's wearing a borrowed suit like the classy fucker he is — which could possibly get ruined within the next five minutes if this Crazy Quit chaos doesn't stop.

One criminal run-in was more than enough for a night. Now two? Sorry Damian, but fuck Neo-Gotham. What the fuck is wrong with this city?

It's too frenzied inside the ballroom, so Egypt tries weaving through the panicked party-goers to get outside, away from the screaming and fighting and pounding lights. Great, there's goons out on the street, too. Can Robin seriously handle the situation like he said he would?]

[toomanyverses.livejournal.com]

[Greece is initially baffled by the attack, unmoving for a moment as he waits until the people around him are further away and less in danger of getting hit by the cross resting on his shoulder. Eventually he manages to get to the exit, though he has to stay close to the walls to avoid being jostled into swinging Athos at someone by accident.

What else can he do? He doesn't know what's going on, and he doesn't want to use Athos on anyone.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[A glimpse of that familiar cross nearby jars Egypt; only one person he knows owns such a thing. Did the same people get affected, drawn in? Him, Damian, Greece, Aang... In a way, this puts Egypt at ease, knowing he isn't the only one out of his element in this point in time. On the other hand, this also means more of them are in danger. Crap.

A lot of things aren't making sense again, so he has to focus his thoughts. Priority one: protect his friend.]

Herakles!

[Egypt is (for once) raising his voice above the mayhem, waving his arms from the street to try and catch Greece's attention. Dude, get out of there!]

[toomanyverses.livejournal.com]

[Greece glances over when he hears his name. When he sees Egypt, he tries to catch his eye and nod -- he doesn't want to draw attention, when it means someone might notice that he's not otherwise occupied by whomever's trying to attack here. He looks around again to make sure he can get to Egypt without hitting anyone before he gets a move on; he's not sure how much better it is outside, but it's got to be an improvement over staying in here.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[There's more room to move outside. Less exploding things, too, which is always a plus. It's safer here.

...Was safer. Another (holy shit flying) car is screeching to a halt over the sidewalk, more of Crazy Quilt's hired hands scrambling out of it. Late arrivals, but no less dangerous, judging by the way they're attacking anyone within range trying to get away.

Um! Egypt doesn't have any weapons on him!! Some help? He's shooting a look back in Greece's direction, silently pleading for him to hurry when a technicolor beam gets shot in his direction. DODGING IT BY THE SKIN OF HIS TEETH.]

[toomanyverses.livejournal.com]

[Greece blinks: he wasn't expecting that. He's glad Egypt didn't get hit by it, but he also has no idea what 'it' is supposed to be. Still, he hurries the best he can, Athos digging almost painfully into his shoulder as he breaks into a run once he's out the door. Taking his time isn't going to do any good right now.]