Funny things you see at cons: People telling Ra’s Al Ghul how to have an eternal life.
“Funny, I’ve had my eternal life because of the Lazarus Pit”
ACCEPT THE LAZARUS PIT INTO YOUR LIFE
Have you found your holy Lazarus Pit today?
“Oh, Desert King, you’ll hurt for that,” Janette coos, unheard, unseen. “Timotheé is my son, my only, my heir. You have no place to speak to him so.”
She wraps incorporeal arms around his shoulders, letting the chill of her grave sink into his bones. She leans closer, and whispers into his ear, sweet as poisoned wine, “You fool. You see but do not understand. Cold as ice, fragile as frozen leaves – have you never experienced winter? That which freezes is not fragile. Ice swallows the world. It consumes, and it entombs. Before your precious desert sun, before the heat and the light, before even the darkness, there was the cold. Heat fades but cold endures.”
She laughed at the goosepimples that rose on the back of his neck. “Winter’s queen and winter’s son. I will ruin you.”
1. 2 a.m.
“Beloved?” Tim’s voice was acidly sweet as he paced his apartment. “Is there a reason your ninja broke into the manor at two in the morning today?”
“I’m sure I don’t have-” Ra’s began, and Tim cut him off.
“Alfred caught them, don’t even try to deny it.” He cocked his head up at the camera he knew Ra’s had in his living room. “At two in the morning, honestly Ra’s. That’s like breaking in middle of dinner. Nobody is asleep.”
“Believe me, there will be words had about that,” Ra’s said, sounding rueful. “I don’t suppose you could convince Mr. Pennyworth to release them?”
“He said that if you passed along the tagine recipe from last month he’d consider it.”
“Really, my lord, was that quite necessary?” Timoteo smiled blandly, unruffled by his sudden brush with death. Ra’s looked at the adolescent weapon, wondering for possibly the thousandth time who had forged him. Seven years among his court, and Timoteo was as much a mystery as the day the child had been found among the ruins of the Summer King’s palace.
“As if you were in any danger,” Ra’s said, summoning the boy forward with an imperious gesture. Timoteo’s smile quirked, softening into something that resembled contentment.
“Perhaps not, but it is still rude to throw knives at unsuspecting persons.” Timoteo’s scolding lacked any bite as he settled beside Ra’s on the bench. “The sun is beautiful today.”
Ra’s glanced at the fog covered sky, and the weak gray light that streamed through. “It is.”
“That is something of a problem.”
They exchange looks.
“Aren’t you supposed to stop things like this from happening?”
“Beloved, your father had me drugged and restrained in a mad house for several months.”
“Ah. That would be something of an interruption to your work, wouldn’t it?”
“Very much so.”
Another glance at the sky.
“How long do we have?”
“Assuming that was the last, two to four weeks.”
A humorless smile. “This is how the world ends, then? Not with a whimper but a bang.”
“Come to bed, Ra’s. There’s nothing we can do.”
Ra’s nods, and takes Tim’s offered hand. Behind them, mushroom clouds of irradiated ash bloom, blocking out the sun.
4. lost scene
Tim snickered, hiding his face in Ra’s neck. “It actually worked.”
“I believe it has,” Ra’s agreed, amusement coloring his voice. “Please tell me have this area under surveillance.”
“Of course,” Tim said, breaking out into another fit of laughter. “Footage backs up to an external storage site automatically.”
“And here I though you forgot my birthday, beloved.” Ra’s’ smirk, if possible, grew wider. Below them, the council of spiders stumbled through the thick fire-suppressing foam, coughing, cursing, and periodically falling.
It is not a matter of any grand declaration, any single thing that they can pinpoint as the change, the moment he slipped away. One day, Tim is there, laughing, collaborating with Bruce on a case. One day, Tim is there, arguing with Damian. One day, Tim is there, with gritted teeth and strained patience. One day, Tim is there, silent and withdrawn.
One day, Tim is not there. One day, Tim is still absent. One day, Tim is gone.
One day, Tim is at Ra’s’ side, laughing, collaborating with him. One day, Tim is at Ra’s’ side, bo staff drawn to defend the man he calls ‘master.’ One day, Tim is at Ra’s’ side.
And he’s not coming back.
This started out as a Ra’sTim AU. It’s threatening to turn into a JanetRa’s AU instead, and oh my god Ra’s, if you hook up with Janet you are not going to get together with Tim after her death. That is indescribably creepy, and you are nominally on the side of good in this one. Good people do not date their almost-stepsons.
New Patience Verse fic, up on AO3
(CR: A Patience-verse drabble for Lectorel. It’s set maybe a week or so after the Christmas scene “Death in the Morning”. I hope you like it. If there’s anything that doesn’t sound or feel right, feel free to critique.)
It was late in the evening when Talia found her father. Ra’s was standing on a balcony overlooking the common room of the secluded mountain retreat that served as both home and a secondary base for the League of Assassin. He was casually swirling a glass of wine as he gazed down at something Talia couldn’t quite see from her vantage point.
“What has captured your interest, Father?” she asked as she moved from the hallway onto the balcony to stand beside him. It wasn’t often that the two of them got along well enough to share the same country, let alone the same the same living space, but it was technically the holiday season and her son, Daniel, had requested it.
Talia had a working theory that her youngest son requested these “family reunions” just for his own general amusement.
Ra’s inclined his head towards the common room. Talia followed his gaze and raised her eyebrow at the scene below them.
Down in the common room, a dark-haired teenage girl was reclined on one of the luxurious chaise lounge sofas, surrounded by various text books. A high end digital tablet was resting in her lap, the fingertips of her right hand still resting on the keyboard and leaving several strings of letter m’s repeating across the screen.
The girl was fast asleep, her reading glasses still perched on the bridge of her nose.
That wasn’t what warranted a raised eyebrow from Talia, though.
What drew the raised eyebrow was Daniel.
Her teenage son, almost a man, was hovering over the girl with a fond expression. With a shake of his head, he gently reached out to slip the glasses from her face. She barely even budged, she was so deeply asleep. He folded them carefully and set them on the nearby end table, then followed suit with her tablet. Soon as that was done, he carefully gathered her up in his arms.
The girl stirred a little and her eyes fluttered open blearily for a brief moment in confusion. However once she was certain of who was carrying her, she frowned and muttered something in a sulky tone that sounded vaguely like, “We’ve gotta stop meeting like this…”
It made her son chuckle. Daniel said something his mother couldn’t quite make out before carrying his less-than-pleased armful off towards the guest bedrooms.
A sound of amusement from her left drew Talia’s attention back to Ra’s. The smug look her father was wearing irked her. “What are you so pleased with yourself for?” she asked suspiciously. “And who’s child is that?” It was actually a question that had been plaguing Talia ever since she’d arrived at her father’s home. No one had been able to give her a straight answer, and her son seemed to delight in confounding her mother on the subject.
It wasn’t often that he had a chance to keep secrets from his mother.
“Her name is Patience,” Ra’s said with a smile and a purposefully cryptic tone. “And she is a visiting godchild. Her parents are currently away on business and I’m charged with her care until they return.”
“Godchild?” Talia didn’t even try to disguise the disbelief in her voice. “And who exactly are this girl’s parents? Far as I know, there is no one associated with the League in a position to have such an…” She paused for a moment to find the right word. “…ordinary child.”
“She didn’t even notice Daniel hovering inches from her face while she slept. Either she was raised in an extremely sheltered environment or her training was far too lax and someone needs to be reprimanded.”
This observation seemed to amuse Ra’s, and he indulged in a short laugh. “Or perhaps she is just comfortable?” he offered. “Maybe she feels safe enough here to let her guard down?”
That drew a sharply raised, elegantly sculpted eyebrow. It lowered, in due course, as she narrowed her gaze. “Exactly what are you playing at, Father? Why did you look so pleased when you watched my son with her?”
“I was just mulling over a notion that, genetically, Daniel and Patience have a great deal of potential together,” Ra’s said as he turned his gaze down the hallway the two teenagers had gone down.
The idea of her father playing matchmaker for her son raised Talia’s hackles. “Do you honestly believe that this plain child is a match for my son?”
“With her pedigree, I believe Patience has potential.”
“And again, who are her parents?”
“No one you need to concern yourself with.”
The response to her question was made with such a note of finality that Talia knew she would gain no further answers from Ra’s on the matter. She swallowed her ire, though, and chose that moment to dismiss herself from her father’s presence. If she wanted any answers, she would have to go looking for them herself.
I choked on air from giggling over this. Al Ghul family dynamics, god. Nothing in the world like them.
Short Hound verse fic, 700 words. I wanted to play with Hound’s darker talents, and it turned into an introspective little thing on Hound’s character.
12 DAYS OF THE BATMAN! DAY 10: TALIA
For the next three days- counting down to Christmas- I’ll be presenting a mini-bust of a different Batman character every day.
More pics and info at my site, JFSculpts.com.
KateFatale would like this.
Rebecca Blake, daughter of Watchmen’s Eddie Blake and a unnamed Vietnamese woman. In canon, Eddie murdered Rebecca’s mother when she was 8-9 months pregnant with Rebecca, killing them both. Here, Dr. Manhattan got off his nihilistic ass and intervened to save Rebecca, if not her mother. He brings Rebecca back to the states with him, and ends up raising her in semi-seclusion. Rebecca isn’t a fighter, but she’s clever, and raised to take advantage of that.
She stays with her adoptive father in adulthood, because, having been raised by a veritable god, she has trouble relating to ordinary people. She’s under-socialized, sharp-tongued, and angry down to the bone about the injustice of what happened to her mother. And lonely as fuck, with a enduring attraction to Laurie, which she knows is hopeless. When Rorschach comes around investigating Eddie’s death, Rebecca enlists herself to the cause. Because she had been planning on killing her father, and she wants to know who took her revenge away from her.
Thalia Jordan, ex-gang member and ‘event coordinator’ (read:head of security) for a DCU expy of Monsanto. She’s unmarried, with an adopted kid she calls Bean. She was an abandoned child, grew up in foster care, and ran wild until a gang-violence intervention program convinced her to try and make something of her life. Thalia ends up coordinating an event in Gotham, which of course gets gate-crashed by idiots with guns, because Gotham. Thalia gets shot in the course of protecting one of the company’s new backers, Henri Ducard. Ducard is way, way too interested in her after that for Thalia’s comfort.
She’s also Ra’s’ daughter. When Melisande was murdered, a toddler aged Talia went missing, only an obscene amount of blood left in her bed. Ra’s went a tiny bit irrational, and used that blood to make a clone of his ‘dead’ daughter, who grows up to be the Talia we all know. Meanwhile, Talia-who-becomes-Thalia was spirited away to be used as blackmail against her father. Unfortunately, the man tasked with caring for her had a heart attack and fell over dead. Three year old Talia, who only speaks limited english, gets left to the foster care system, where a typo on her file transforms her into Thalia.
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