video | un: al.ghul

[bestrobin]

( What you see when the feed turns on is Damian standing in what appears to be the jungle, and if you look closely, you can see there are a number of fallen creatures behind him. They're in various... pieces, for lack of a better word. Some are whole, easy to mistake for a creature in slumber were it not for the neat wound over their heart - a clean, flawless kill. Others are not so fortunate, limbs strategically removed in a way that tells you their attacker is skilled, practiced in the art of disabling and destroying a target.

For those who are more focused on the speaker, you'll see Damian. But for those who've met him, there's something cold about the green stare and his expression is set in an emotionless line. There are smears of blood across one cheek and a speckled arc of scarlet across the other cheek and his forehead. His clothing is in a similar state, splattered with blood. But there are no tears, no sign of injury beyond a single scratch stretched across his neck. And just barely, you can see evidence of what might be a horn or tusk clutched in his hand - one end dark and bloodied, newly removed from its previous owner. )

Tell me of this city's greatest champions and most treasured relics. They will be slain and captured in the name of Al Ghul.

( ooc For those canon familiar, Damian's forgotten his memories from the middle of the Year of Blood onward. For those unfamiliar, meet Damian al Ghul, assassin and demon child.

He currently thinks he's still in the middle of the Year of Blood. What that means is he will be trying to complete one task a day as a show of strength/intent and take a "trophy" as proof to present to his mother and grandfather. Those tasks will likely be extremely violent. If you want to plan anything on that front or handwave any previous CR, feel free to message me via PM or on plurk at batbrain. )

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[bestrobin]

Your cape will be a trophy. Proof that I've bested another during the Year of Blood.

( His eyes narrowed sharply at the second question. )

She will be pleased I've brought another victory to the Al Ghul name.

[supersweet]

Yeah, sure.

[ Typical Damian stuff. Jon isn't budging. ]

But will she be happy? Will she even care that you did that?

[bestrobin]

( The questions hit a nerve. That much was obvious by the sharp way his eyes narrowed and his jaw tensed for a few seconds. )

That isn't any of your concern.

( His hands curled tightly at his sides, his knuckles cracking softly. He lifted the blade in his hand, pointed it at Jon as his expression hardened - cold but determined all the same. )

I'm done talking with you, Pretender.

[supersweet]

[ Jon is stronger than Damian, but Damian has far more training. He won't get very far underestimating him. Jon lets his eyes burn red as a warning. ]

Don't do this, Damian.

[bestrobin]

( If Damian's memories were there, he would have known going toe to toe with Jon was dangerous. He could play deceptive bat tricks and use underhanded techniques to draw out the fight or find a way to pull the wool over Jon's eyes to win. But in a show of strength, Damian knew he didn't have a chance.

But this Damian - Damian Al Ghul wasn't that logical. Everything was an obstacle to be conquered by sheer force, proof of the title he would one day hold, and the skill of his family name. There was no fear or worry as he stared at the burning red eyes. )

Scared? ( He prompted, taking one slow, warning step forward. ) Because you should be.

( He sprang without another word, all silence and fluid grace. The blade in his hand was held carefully, angled that he hoped to sink it into Jon's torso. )

[supersweet]

[ Jon may only have the most basic of training but his instincts are still sharp. Not honed the way the Robins are, but susceptible to the slightest changes to his environment. He is a Kryptonian and any change rings a bell in his mind. He immediately reaches for Damian's arm, his strength coming into play as he tumbles to toss Damian over his shoulder. ]