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[yourliberation]

So.

You would have me, then. Give me a chance to undo my failure.

Very well. I will rise. And I will burn where you send me to nothing, if it needs destruction. In exchange, give her back to me. It should be simple enough.

If you fail you'll wish I had only killed you.

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[snaketrap]

A man with a plan, are you?

[yourliberation]

One or two.

[He can be funny, when he wants.]

[snaketrap]

You cannot undo, but you can redo. Might I inquire, then?

[yourliberation]

If you like.

[He's proud of what he managed, even if he died. Surely she succeeded where he failed. He has nothing but faith.]

What do you desire to know?

[feline_fatale]

So, the grandstanding and the speechifying...not something you ever get bored of, then?

[yourliberation]

So, petty theft and whoring. Not something you get bored of, then.

Don't think I've forgotten what you did. I would have given you a clean death, before.

[feline_fatale]

It's adorable that you think that switching to grade school tactics will work to put me down.

You couldn't kill me the first time. Eight more chances, and you still wouldn't be able to. But I admire your confidence.

[yourliberation]

Cats don't have nine lives. Only luck. And you're not even a cat. Only a frightened woman with people to lose.

Your posturing gains you nothing.

[lazarustaxa]

Are you so certain such a giving is in their power? I should think this 'she' has the final say in coming and going.

[yourliberation]

I will force her hand.

I never want you far. How can I protect you otherwise?

[lazarustaxa]

What parody of youth I once had is long since passed, my friend. Do not allow concern to stay you. Rise where purpose can be found. Live. Where my father's word is carried so I must, in my own time, follow.

[yourliberation]

No.

[How often does he say no to her? Almost never. But times have changed.]

I know you are not a child. You are the demon's daughter and stronger than I ever could be. But I will always be concerned for you. I protect.

[Because he loves her more than sister or daughter or friend; not as a lover, never that for a girl he saw grow from childhood, but as her protector in everything.]

[birdhousesoul]

I'm told you're ... relevant to my interests.

[Anders isn't quite sure yet how. explosions?]

[yourliberation]

Are your interests revolution, brother?

[birdhousesoul]

[What a question.]

... Well, yes. I'm glad you're using the term. It's not pointless destruction, it's change. And it is necessary.

[felinely]

Nothings as simple as it appears.

[ She may have a clear fear sitting in the pit of her stomach talking to him, but it's clear, she is attempting like hell to stay as calm and collected as she can. ]

Especially not where I hear you perhaps are going.

[yourliberation]

[If she could see his mouth he might smirk.]

I know. Do you want to teach me the alphabet, while you're here?

[felinely]

[ The look she gives here, obviously is one showing how unimpressed she was at the remark as she lets out a small sound in thought, her head tilting to the side in consideration, not even responding to the question. ]

This ship. I hear they don't look too kindly on folks willing to cause mass hysteria.

[ an obvious statement from her perhaps, but saying this would only help solidify her game plane if she arrived there as well. ]

[heltersskelter]

Big plans up in space, huh?

[yourliberation]

Plans enough. It depends what I find.

[heltersskelter]

I can already tell you what you'll find.

omg bane :'D

[watchfulprotector]

Not on my watch.

[He won't know who you are yet. (Canon points, you know.) But that changes nothing.]

sob

[yourliberation]

On your watch?

Tell me how you would stop me.

he's beautiful though

[watchfulprotector]

[And, consequently, he doesn't quite know what he's tangling with. A man also taught by Ra's al Ghul. Something that needs to be taken very seriously, more than the average... Gotham threat.]

I'll find a way.

From my insane Dick Grayson is Harry Potter AU. Because I have no shame

[dickandharry]

Two words pal. Speech therapy.

[The voice comes from the rafters above]