16766/Al Ghuls Where Everybody Hates Your Name

Al Ghuls Where Everybody Hates Your Name
Date of Scene:	03 January 2024
Location:	Bar With No Name
Synopsis:	Talia takes Damian to the Bar With No Name for Family Night. Flatline is not amused.
Cast of Characters:	Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Flatline

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Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul has only told Damian that she's taking him somewhere different. Somewhere he might not know exists. And has told him very firmly to be on his best behavior. "Now son, when we go here, a few rules. No weapons, no glaring, no observing. It's considered impolite to spy. You're here as a guest, so remember the rules of hospitality. What happens here doesn't get mentioned elsehwere. It's considered polite to do so." This might get Damian's curiousity up quite a bit as the two enter into a bar somehow in the middle of nowhere and yet that people know where it is.

Damian Wayne has posed:
Been his mother had suggested that they go out, Damian had assumed a restraurant, a nice tea house. Something normal to bond between mother and son. Then she said it was a bar. Were they going to Canada, or was Phoebe involved. It was none of those things.

Damian is /well/ aware of the Bar with no Name. It's in the Batcomputer as one of those places that you never visit without backup, that you don't go into without reason and you definetly do not cause trouble at.

Damian has avoided it, even with the curiosity tugging at him about it. Apparently Talia has decided to show it to him regardless. And there is a glare at her for it. Because no glaring, right? "What are we doing here?" he asks her.

Because she's already taken away all the fun reasons, and help him if the press finds out they were here. Father would be miffed.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would smile over at Damian as the two would go in, "I thought now that you're getting older, you might enjoy seeing some of the places that your father and I occasionally patronize. Just do relax while we're here." She's given Damian a domino mask and something scarlet thrown over him showcasing him as a member of the League of Assassins while wearing nothing herself. She looks highly amused.

At the mention of 'father' and 'patronize' Damian might have a flicker of amusement at the visualization of his grandfather slumming it here. "And we're going to meet your Aunt. I don't think you've had many chances to so it's a chance to catch up." Nyssa - the one that hates thier father more than anything else.

Flatline has posed:
    And Flatline is Flatlining it up. She's in the back, in a booth, a pair of sneakers up on the table as she nurses a Boba Tea that she *definitely* didn't get here. Her skull make up and coffin accoutremonts are also present. THere's no need for her to hide out or be more subtle in the Bar with No Name. She's just another no-name sidekick of some jerk in Japan that he sends for errands.

    Though she's sporting new drip with a definite League of Assassins flavor to the blade that she casually has sticking out of a backpack. Like an invitation to trouble.

Damian Wayne has posed:
To those not in the know, Damian may look just like one of the normal underlings that Talia would have protecting her in her dealins as the Demon's Daughter. He does not carry his blade because of /reasons/, mainly because he lost it to /someone/ and she's a /brat/.

Domino mask fitted into place, his features are pulled into a thin line, but covered with a scarf as Talia makes it clear they are meeting another member of his family, there's a raise of his brows.

He was much much younger when he had met Nyssa and clearly did not understand the relation. But now, he nods. "Of course." he offers politely.

And that's not just any sword sticking out of Flatline's backpack. The small tassles and metal work show it as the Heir's Blade. Not that she knows that.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would glance over at Flatline for a moment then while smiling over at Flatline and then speaking in Arabic, "Why, that's a unique thing you have there with you." Her tone is accented to showcase her affiliation (even former) as she would evaluate the blade with light curiousity in her tone over as she would give a glance over at Damian.

"We're here a bit early, so you can get something to drink." Around the place are a large number of individuals - some familiar, some not. Those with gimmick based costumes, others among the most dangerous on the planet.. It's all very surreal the way they're all sitting around, talking, and generally seem to be enjoying themselves relaxing. Almost like they're normal people too.

Out for world domination, of course.

Flatline has posed:
    At least the bats do one thing, Flatline is Guilty as Charged.

    She took the blade and she is a brat.

    There's a rattle of ice from her drink, and she slurps up some of the fruit-flavored tapioca pearls and pops them in her teeth.

    <Not much Arabic. Speak Russian?> she questions with her very, very limited Arabic, but she knows Talia was speaking to her.

    She motions to the bartender, who rolls his eyes and throws a couple of cans of sweet, fruit-flavored soda pops at her. Overhand.

    She catches them.

Damian Wayne has posed:
When he is told that he is allowed to have a drink, Damian moves towards the bar to order a club soda. As far as he knows, he's in this garment, he's on duty as protection for his mother. That was going fine until Talia decided to question Flatline about her sword that she carried.

And Damian realizes he cannot enter the conversation with a fist to Flatline's pert little nose, but, a flip to Russian.

<<My Lady is complementing you on your sword.>> he offers in Cyllric, his attention to Flatline and then back to Talia.

He doesn't share more than that, allowing Talia to lead the way on the questioning.

Becasue while Damian is sure he could take about half the bar competently, it would get dicey after a bit.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul is not here to cause trouble - here's somewhere anyone can drop on by to enjoy themselves in theory (well, anyone that's a bad guy). Some of the stranger types here stand out even for villains - there's someone that has bunny ears and an umbrella with matching facial makeup, someone wearing a giant 8-ball on their head, and someone wtih laser blades for hands that's using one of them to pick his nose in what might be one of the single greatest displays of dexterity that Damian has ever seen.

Talia's Russian is good, but Damian's is better as she lets him speak for her. She would glance over at Flatline in soft amusement. Switching to Russian but speaking a little slower <<I'm sure there's a story for how you got it>>

Flatline has posed:
    <<Interrupted a birthday party, wanted a purse, got a sword. It was an interesting afternoon. But let me tell you, a few people have seen this sword and offered to buy it, or kill me for it.>> Flatline replies, and she just gives a grin of her shiny black lips, and pops a soda tab. <<I hope no one starts trouble here. It's the only place that serves pelmeni like mama made.>>

Damian Wayne has posed:
Damian is totally of the kill her for it club, but instead, his drink arrives. Taking a sip from it, he returns the cloth to obscure his face as he glances towards Talia. He /should/ probably make the introduction, but at the same time, he realizes the gravitas of the situation.

And he can be a snit about it, considering that this is high holy neutral ground and there's not a thing he can do about it as he glances over at the dart board curiously, trying to distract himself from staring at the teenager.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would laugh at Flatline <<I see.>> It's not polite to inquir emore than that. That's just the way it works. Unless they volunteer it. But there's no business here. No threats, no differen things about. She would glance at Damian with an amusement glint in her eyes. "Let me get you something to drink. Any preferences? They cna make most things here without issue."

Flatline has posed:
    No business, no threats, just casual hang-outs, although Flatline keeps her gaze flicking over to Damian, and she gives an upnod. <<He's chosen his drink of choice. Looks like me; with all these dangerous grown-ups about, we have to keep our eyes on our own backs, yeah?>> she states in a friendly manner to Talia's guard.

Damian Wayne has posed:
<<I'm on duty to my lord's daughter.>> comes Damian's response as he glances aside to Talia. "She knows this, yet chooses to test me on occassion with her flirtations towards a lack of discipline." he points out to Talia, before his attention returns to Flatline.

And he doesn't take it any further than that, because he has no want to really delve into how she got a hold of the sword. He's well-aware how she got it. He was there. And right now, for all Flatline knows, Rook crawled off and bled out, because he hasn't been seen yet since the attack.

And she lost out on all those sweet-sweet abilities. That are much better than her boba.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would muse over and smile <<Yes, one can never risk becoming complacent. There is always need to push one's limits and test yourself. Not all tests are of martial prowess or cunning.>> Some are of patience and control. Damian can read the signs of his mother. She's ever so lightly amused here. This is her small revenge for the last time that he beat her in sparring.

The light big of smugness in her is a large step for her emotionally. To feel comfortable enough to do so.

Flatline has posed:
    <<And who is your lord's daughter?>> Flatline inquires. <<Because by the air about you two and the way some of the others are eyablling your backs like they are hungry bears and you're slabs of poisoned beef, I would wager you may be League of Assassins. Which means this blade might have belonged to one of you at some time, before I took it from a Bat in Gotham>>

Damian Wayne has posed:
<<Mind your tongue.>> That snapped from Damian to Flatline, before he mentally restrains himself. Ugh. Why does this girl set him at unease? Forcing himself back into the role that Talia has shoehorned him into, he lets out a breath.

He's reminded of a page form his favorite manga. Hana is showing Ren her latest prize winning drawing.

'It was all free-hand!' she had announced happily.

Meanwhile, Ren, who had painstakingly planned, prepared and drew out several sketches before a final entry, had finished in fourth. He was totally flummoxed how she could just do things so easily. And he has to try so hard.

"This is the Demon's Daughter, Talia al-Ghul, daughter of Ra's al-Ghul." And he stops himself there. No need to go any further down the line before he glances aside to Talia, eyes narrowing.

In Arabic, <<When is your sister scheduled to arrive?>>

Because this is feeling more and more like a set up.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would intertwine her fingers together. She would bow her head over and glance at Damian <<In about fifteen minutes. Presuming that she hasn't gotten sidetracked by trying to murder someone. She's not the best with impulse control.>> Nyssa was her sister, and not someone that Talia had the best relationship with. Looking over at Flatline..

<<If you care to properly demonstrate it, then we can go outside. However, in such a case you won't be walking away with the blade.>> CHallenges went outside the place. Talia was going with the rules. The term was 'put up or shut up' after all.

Switching to Arabic <<I'm.. Still trying to work on getting to know her.>> Nyssa hated their father. Talia had merely become apathetic over time.

Flatline has posed:
    <Can't blame someone for being curious.> Flatline raises her hands. <Not looking for trouble or to get involved with any drama. Not my job. And not my speciality. Mostly just wanted to know if I should watch my back as long as I have the blade. Or if it's cursed, you know. The serious stuff. Otherwise it's just going to go up on a wall in my room. If it *was* cursed that'd be kind of cool though.>> Flatline states with a slight smile. <But it is a pleasure to be given your real name, Talia al-Ghul. I'm sure Lord Death Man would probably be mad he's missing this networking opportunity.>> she pauses, and gives a wink to her guard.

Damian Wayne has posed:
When he's called out for using Talia's real name, there's a small scowl. Chalk it up to Damian being a little too proud as he folds his arms across his chest. He says little else now that introductions are being made as he turns his attention protecting his charge. <<I see, then we will need to find a way to pass the next fifteen minutes.>> he decides.

But this is Talia's show and she's leading. So... he'll just wait.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would just smile over and glance down at Damian. Giving a grin over at Flatline <<Please do remember that my Son is the Heir to the Dragon and the most skilled that our lineage has ever produced>> She has no particular care over for whether or not there are theatrics involved. Merely making sure that Damian gets a level of respect taht he deserved.

Then the door opens, and standing there is Nyssa. Long blade at her back, hair unkempt, and clothing askew with some blood over on it.

Flatline has posed:
    <<YOUR SON?>> Flatline blinks. And her mouth opens, and then closes and then she raises a hand, and then drops it, and then looks to Damian with renewed curiosity.

    But at Nyssa's entrance, she feels that perhaps this family reunion isn't one she's invited to, and deciding that it was probably wiser to make like a tree and get out, she gathers her things, sets cash on the counter and thanks the Bartender by name, in accentless English, and then pauses as she passes behind Damian.

    "Got a feeling I'll be seeing you, Heir to the Throne." she states with a small smile on her black lips, and then she pulls her hood over her face, and makes her way out into the world.

Damian Wayne has posed:
Damian is trained well enough that the announcement of Talia's son keeps him in check. Flatline finds no clues in his features, the young man managing to hold his expression that gives nothing away. There's no answers here, instead, the young guard just continues to keep an eye on his charge - because she's known to be ten pounds of trouble in a five pound sack.

Nyssa's arrival is noticed and he takes in her appearance, disheveled as it is as he draws in a breath. "It seems your sister may have trouble finding the place." he comments dryly to Talia as he takes in his aunt.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Nyssa gives a bow and then speaks over in rapid fire Arabic <<It's not mine>> That's all she seesm willing to say over in the matter. Talia gives a low nod of approval over to Damian. He's done well with his adaptation for what Talia's thrown at him so far. Her eyes flash with proudness in them.

Talia gives a bow over to Flatline upon her departure, even as Nyssa goes over then to glance at Damian in the eyes. There is a willingness to shed blood in them that there is not in his mother's.

Flatline has posed:
    Flatline pauses at the bow, and to be polite, she gives a dip of her head back, before she disappears out the door.

    /And Then Fucking Runs Like Hell/.