Owner	Pose
Bruce Wayne	Bruce has been out of Gotham for some time now, having deferred his Dark Knight duties there over to Selina (despite her misgivings about the whole arrangement). The matter in Manhattan requires his close attention, and with the younger and more vulnerable Batlings right in the thick of things he needed to be there to keep an eye on them. At least, that's the party line. He'd made a point of regularly contacting the Batcave to discuss matters in Gotham, particularly surrounding the refugee crisis. Today was one such an appointed time, and exactly on the hour an emitter platform near the Bat-Computer hums to life to project a hologram of the Batman himself. One arm folded across his chest, the other resting a hand on his chin. "Damian."
Damian Wayne	Damian had been working with the Titans, The Outsiders, and other interested parties who were working on ways to countermand the 'angels' in Manhattan. Being such, Damian was also made point of contact with Batman on the goings on with the Titans.   He had on most of his uniform, sans mask and cape at the moment. The crimson tunic had echoes of his eastern heritage with the classic red green and golds of the other parts of the uniform. He stepped out to greet the hologram, looking directly at Batman. "Father." He commented, holding onto a lion cub in his arm, who was very much sleeping against Damian's chest. "This is Nemean."
Bruce Wayne	There's a pause. The Bat-hologram stands perfectly still. It seems, for a moment, as though the signal may have gone dead. Or maybe he just can't see what's happening on the other end. It drags on for almost a minute before Batman speaks in a perfectly level voice. No anger. No gruffness. Just the patient tones of a loving father. "Damian, we can't keep a lion at the house."
Damian Wayne	Damian's face had not changed while waiting for Bruce to have a reaction to the lion cub in his arms. Part of being an assassin, you can wait for a very, very, VERY long time sitting still. "Grayson said the same thing. And while I disagree we could not keep one long-term, Nemean is going to go back to the Central Park Zoo once these aliens get sent back to wherever they belong, or are killed. I'm for killing them."   Damian walks closer to the hologram, petting the cub idly. "Speaking of otherworldly abominations, Project Gozer was successful. The belief engine has the ability to change the lesser angels physically, making them something else entirely. The Outsiders' fabrication is assisting making them, but Drake also all but volunteered Wayne Industries manufacturing for mass production. Meanwhile, every single Titan, with myself being the exclusion is determined to not send these things straight to the afterlife. What exactly do you find so endearing about teams anyway? When they do not listen to you, and just ignore your contributions when it suits them?"   Damian's a bit...pissed about that, well, specifically about that. His green eyes look up at the hologram, it wasn't the same as having Batman here, but at least it was close to having him there.
Bruce Wayne	"Collaboration is vital," the holographic Batman explains, "The point of differing opinions is to open your eyes to possibilities you hadn't considered. Never discount those unwilling to count - they're the ones you can trust, more often than not." He strokes his chin thoughtfully. They've moved on from the proposition of having a lion running around the Manor in the long-term. While he doesn't doubt a private zoo would certainly be feasible, he hardly wanted to cultivate that sort of image for Bruce Wayne. A pet lion was for coke dealers and flamboyant magicians. "They don't seem to die in the traditional sense, anyway. Hit them with enough military ordnance to flatten a small town. They don't appear to live, and as a result can't permanently die. Though I might posit an alternative - your team mate who is now in the invaders' camp."
Damian Wayne	"Fairchild. Yes, she seems to think these beings are the real deal. But, I know how much religion can poison the mind. In the League, the al Ghul's are seen as if they were gods, and much to the chagrin of Grandfather, more lives were taken in the name of Christianity than of al Ghul." There was an air of understanding there, but also a resentment. "The chances of being able to get her to see the truth may be slim to none."   "Drake says you punched the one called Michael, and laid him out." There was more than a bit of familial pride there. "What are you proposing?" He asks, at least interested in what Batman has come up with regarding the wayward Titan.
Bruce Wayne	"I've already visited her," Batman answers flatly, "She still has some semblance of who she was. Still afraid, uncertain. Able to be intimidated. But also possessed of some sort of influence ... able to sway others to her cause through a subtle form of mind control. It didn't work on me, but I would be wary of your associates in the Titans." "I did. There's a photo of it circulating online, if you're curious." Was that a hint of pride? No, it couldn't be. "For now, I'm taking a back seat to the mystics. They have a better handle on the physical laws these creatures follow, and a better chance of defeating them. I'm running recon and defense."
Damian Wayne	"Nice." Damian commented, looking to the hologram with a bit more than pride. Though the news about Caitlin had him a bit more than concerned. "There are some Titans who would be very susceptible to such a trick, especially coming from her. Especially if they think she is the same person she was." It also makes him more concerned that he should be there if they were to make an incursion.   There was a tiny rumble coming from Nemean, and Robin looked down at the cub, and looked back to Bruce. "He should be fed. But I will relay this info to Donna. I also have..." He digs around in his utility belt, taking out a small device. "A belief engine, it will allow you to render one of these things inert, you just need to believe that they are something else, not what they want to look like. Could be anyone, or anything. It will allow you to escape should that be necessary. I'll have the Batwing drop off a care package. Pennyworth made you some food, insisted that field rations were not meant to sustain you this long."
Bruce Wayne	"Good," he says simply, nodding his head, "I'm still maintaining a CIC on the Bat-Plane. Have it sent there. The food is ... " He pauses, sounding as though he's about to reject the meal before he just looks off to the side and adds: "Acceptable. Send it through as well. And Damian?" A pause, he clears his throat. "Talk to Selina." Why? That's anybody's guess. He doesn't elaborate. He simply cuts the feed.
Damian Wayne	"Hey Damian, does Batman do the thing where you turn around and he just splits?" Damian quotes his friends.   he starts to head to the support capsule, to drop off the Belief engine for Batman. "No, he just leaves while we watch." He says with a bit of a sigh. "Why would I want to talk with her anyway?" He asks, though he would at least give Batman that indulgence.