dear_mun | Someone is cranky at being picked up.

Madame,

Far be it from me to attempt to talk you out of this fallacy. I am merely attempting to lodge my misgivings about this endeavor and if you had even a whit of sense you'd realize just how useless this whole enterprise of yours is. You are a child in comparison to my many years on this earth. How can you even begin to understand the complexities required to write me effectively?

I shall not stand idly by as you run my characterization and carefully wrought reputation into the ground with your tawdry attempts at escapism.

Madame, I sincerely entreat you, stop this madness now before things get ugly between us. Do not think that just because you are female that I will stay my hand in this manner.

....no, your gender has nothing to do with this and I do not appreciate your accusations of sexism on my part. Nor do I think the details of my relationship between me and my children are any of your concern. You modern people have no true grasp of propriety or polite conversation it is extremely wearisome.

For your own sake, I would suggest you stop on this tangent immediately.

But, seeing as how I cannot seem to dissuade you from this matter, I fear we shall have to be enemies from here on out, Madame.

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[Because of course he wouldn't admit to having been duped and wow that-- that might have actually happened. All excitement is kept bottled up. Of course. (For the most part.) It isa conversation he never did think he'd be having. (And then there's the matter of why have it now, and he has to keep from parroting. From snorting his answer, too.]

There are places no one knows your name, Ra's, much less your legacy. No Lazarus Pit, no servants, no League. [It kind of comes to mind that. . . he shouldn't be so bold, here. Really. Not when he has no room to be talking so much to someone so-- so Ra's.] You could wash up on some shore three times over and be a haunted ghost, not the one doing the haunting. You're at the mercy of her whims. [Now that's a strange thing to hear by his own ears.]

You doubt me even now, Timothy? [The ancient being murmured mildly, those far too perceptive green eyes missing nothing. After centuries, he was able to read the most subtle of tics in nearly every face. And while Tim was good he wasn't that good.] Do you truly think me so foolish as to let a whelp, even a promising one, into the heart of my operations when people who were ten times the man you are have tried and failed?

[It wasn't ire that tinged Ra's al Ghul's voice though it did contain an echo of the pronounced arrogance one would expect in a man who was used to having his every order followed without question.] Yes, I have been informed of these so called paralegal universes and how they intersect with our own world, my question being why do you think that should matter? I am more than capable of handling the whims of my lady and do not foresee any problems that might arise. Maybe it is just that you do not share a similar accord with your typist and therefore are letting your inexperienced impressions to reflect on those around you. I fear you underestimate me if you think threatening me with anonymity and ignorance is enough to throw me off balance, Timothy. I shall simply have to take my time and make my presence known in a subtle manner. Do you think you can stop me, Detective?

[Once bitten, twice shy. The promising whelp bit the hand. And no one ever aims to be bitten. Tim silences his thoughts. Tells himself to let the question go unanswered, at least out loud. After all, it hadn't happened to him yet. He had no idea what the pay off had been. Who had really won. (But at least he knows he got in a hit. Low blow or otherwise, he did some damage.)]

[He hums, noncommittal.]

[Reminds himself he can't take on Ra's al Ghul on his own, in this state he's found himself in. Reminds himself that every downward twitch of his lip grants Ra's access to recesses of his mind he'd be so better off having permanently blocked. ~~Reminds himself his actions in the god damned game of his aren't entirely his.~~ And ultimately, he has to turn his head away, crane his neck at the nickname. That was Bruce's nickname. The man who's dead and not, and everywhere and nowhere all at once. Quiet, but resolved and maybe he does believe himself this once.] I can stand in your way.

[It was Bruce's nickname but seeing as how he was scarce these days, maybe Ra's just wanted a worthy opponent. Or perhaps he truly had given up on Bruce Wayne and his flawed genetics and inability to breed true a son who was worthy to carry on the al Ghul name and instead had turned his attention to Timothy.

Ra's was the type to have multiple baits on multiple hooks trawling the water at the same time. One did not garner the near omnipotent reputation he had among his followers without having a truly extensive information network after all. Ra's smiled ever so faintly; if you could even call the slight curling of thin lips anything more than a reptilian smile.] You can try but you are just one man and who will protect the city you protect and your loved ones if you're fighting a war on multiple fronts. My League is everywhere.

[It was both a boast and a word of caution. No one knew the true extent of Ra' al Ghul's machinations, not even his closest advisers and family, for just that reason.]

[Not everywhere, not here. Of that much Tim was sure, even if the confidence of the, uh, opposition might on another occasion make him doubt. To say what he's thinking is to go in circles.]

I guess you would know, right? "Experience is the best teacher".

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