HELL HATH NO.

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atomiism:

❝ Right, it’s a pleasure to be here, Dr. Trevor. ❞ He beams, extending his hand for the polite handshake dictated by social customs. ( oh he does so love to make new friends ). Networking has never been a difficult task for the charming man & & it makes him happy to meet people who have the SAME INTERESTS as him. ❝ Mythology? Wow, I can’t say I know much about it, but I’d say that’s equally as fascinating. ❞ ( he’d love to hear more about it ). Intrigued especially because he’s wondering why she of all people has been sent to greet him if she’s not from either the engineering nor physics department. Not that he’s complaining, of course.

❝ I guess I’ll just have to hope I DON’T DISAPPOINT. ❞ Laughing a bit self-consciously, he looks around the hallway, trying to remember the University of Kent’s map that he’d only briefly glanced at on his way here. ( he doesn’t really wanna be that person that gets lost & & is late to his own lecture ). ❝ Uh, you wouldn’t mind showing me the way, would you? I’m not the best with directions & & this campus is pretty big. Beautiful … but easy to get lost. ❞

“ Well, if you ever want to learn more about it or have any questions, I would be happy to help you with that. ”   God, Lyta just loved being able to talk to others about mythology and the various stories that made it all up. There was an endless list of legends that she could ramble on and on and on about but she tried to hold it in until someone asked about it. Thanks to her special tie to some of those legends- thanks to her grandfather- she tended to go on for hours on end.

“ I’m sure you won’t, Dr. Palmer. You’re work seems fascinating and certainly important. ”   She’d done a little research on him but didn’t understand many of the words that described the work that he did. Upon his question, Lyta offers a large smile,   “ Of course! Trust me, I got lost plenty of times when I first started working here. I’ll get you there in no time. Follow me. ”   The woman smile and begins to lead him towards one of her shortcuts to get him to the hall. Being here for so long, and spending so many nights wandering about, allowed her to learn all of the quickest ways to get through campus and to avoid the crowds. They’d be there in no time.

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learnedprice:

     tony smiles a little at that. ❝ – not exactly a CEO anymore, thank god. worst job in the world, honestly. though i can’t imagine dealing with STUDENTS, either. must suck. ❞ if they were snooty graduate students, that’s even worse. but tony didn’t want to press her for more information about it – this was business, right? ❝ yeah. flying out there might be better. i dunno how sensitive this stuff is or. whatever. i can cover the costs, if that’s a problem. ❞

     “ the students are actually EXCITING to work with. there’s nothing like listening to someone talk about something they’re passionate about. and especially if we have the same passion. ”   she smiles slightly at the man. lyta loved talking about mythology with anyone, especially since she had such a close tie to them.   “ it’s best if they remain where they are. i’d be happy to fly out there tonight so we can get to work as soon as possible. there might be some preservation costs but i’ll have to take a look at the items before i am sure. ”

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rageinmybones:

Bruce had heard this many times before. How many times had Alfred told him not to lose himself and allow The Bat to take over? How many times had he thought about the line that existed between being a hero and being a villain? Sometimes, Bruce couldn’t distinguish one from the other. He was a tight rope walker on a wire high thousands of feet above the earth below trying to steer a course, so that he wouldn’t fall. It wasn’t the wind that he was afraid of or the heights, but that he wouldn’t be able to put one foot in front of the other and make the right choice.

“The worst part of this job is that the right thing is not always the right thing.” His tone was gentle and fatherly now. “There days when I wonder if I shouldn’t kill The Joker instead of sending him to Arkham. There are times when I wonder if Red Hood’s methods are far better than mine, but then I remember that I can’t kill for the sake of killing. There is no justice in that. Vengeance only begets vengeance, anyway, and Gotham City doesn’t need a war because wars never really solve anything. They only beget more violence.”

“Well, you certainly have everything figured out, don’t you?” She looks down and remains silent for a long moment as someone walks beside them, obviously giving a curious look as to what was happening. Lyta was careful to not discuss these sorts of things around people because there was no telling if the right person was going to hear it or not. Most of the time, anyone who was listening in on conversations had very ill intentions. Once they moved on, she allows her gaze to return to Bruce. “I certainly hope Gotham does not lose Bruce to the Bat. You’d be surprised how much they need the former.”

She felt a little bad for speaking to him with such an attitude and such distain but it was difficult for her to believe so much in The Bat when she knew the man behind the mask. “Mr. Wayne,” The blonde speaks in a low voice before bowing her head lightly and moving away from him, heading straight for the exit of the gala.

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98percnt:

     ━━━ ❝  Well, alright, albeit I asked for it but that was a little rude, don’t you think ?  ❞

    “ I meant you being the NEW BLOOD. As in you being a hero is a good thing. ”

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rageinmybones:

In the newspapers, Bruce had read reports saying over and over again that Batman was obsessed. Those journalists weren’t far wrong. Every criminal had to be brought to justice, every life had to be saved no matter who it might belong to. Sometimes, they editorialized if it wouldn’t better for Gotham not to have a Batman, to allow history to take its course, and for the city to right itself in its own way through natural selection. Yet Bruce knew that he could never allow such a thing. If there were lives to be saved, he had to be there to save them.

“A human life is a world,” he said turning to Lyta and giving her a sad smile. “A world as precious as the earth on which you and I both live. When one life is snuffed out, then that world disappears. I know most people cannot be saved. I know that there are hundreds of thousands that die every day, but Batman must save as many as he can.” He sighed. “I know it’s strange or insane, but someone has to do this job and if I have to do it alone and be called crazy by everyone else, then so be it.”

“But not humans deserve to be saved, Bruce.” She objects quickly, looking up to the man, “Some of them had their chance. What if you save them and they snuff another light out?” Lyta found herself breathing heavily, a sudden rage inside of her that she just didn’t understand sometimes. It happened, though not very often. The woman stares out the window that they stand by and remains silent, thinking back to all of the bad people she’d faced, the ones who tried to kill her and her family. Did they deserve that saving?

Slowly the blonde finally looked at him again. “I understand you want to save the city, and you don’t care what people think, but you need to understand what the people who CARE about you think. Like me.” And now her tone is soft rather than angry, and the way she looks at him is full of concern. “Just don’t push yourself too much, Bruce.”

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Kid, get off the ground. Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting.

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rageinmybones:

“Childhood trauma.” Bruce wouldn’t have normally mentioned what happened to his parents in a place like this, but it didn’t matter. Lyta was someone familiar, someone who had probably heard the story from her parents. “Really. That’s all there is to it. I lost my parents when I was young. When I grew up, I decided that I wanted to do something about it. So, I did and I’m still doing my part a little bit every day to leave this city a little bit safer, a little bit cleaner, a little bit nicer than when I found it. God only knows, Lyta, the police and the city government aren’t going to do it on their own.”

She didn’t expect him to tell her. It certainly caught the woman off guard and she found herself staring. “I’m sorry.” Lyta forces out, knowing the story of Bruce’s parents and how they were murdered before him. Everyone knew the story. “Well, I guess you took the mystery part away from it all.” There is a sadness to her voice but not because she could not analyze him herself but because of his background, his MO for fighting everything. “Bruce, try not to get too wrapped up in what your doing. You’re helping the city, yes, but you may lose yourself along the way.”

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sonofasymbol:

“Thank-you.” And he means that genuinely, especially since he was grateful for any sort of help he could get. The probability he’d keep walking and get himself more lost was very high. And he wasn’t about to leave his team for longer than he needed to. The teen stops walking for a second, just so he can offer her a hand to shake. “Nice to meet you.” 

    She begins to move, waving her hand for him to follow after her.   “ Now, do you know where your friends last were? We should check there first then work out from there. ”   Lyta couldn’t imagine how frightening it would be to lose friends, especially at a young age. But, she never really had many friends while growing up, so there was never the chance to lose them.

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missppxtts:

     her secretary had already informed her that her next meeting had arrived, so when the young woman stepped into her office, pepper was putting aside the files she had been reading. “ms. trevor, please come in. have a seat.” standing up, the strawberry blonde offered the younger woman her hand and sat down again once they shared a small shake. “the pleasure is all mine, the museum seems to be the best place for our donation. we have only heard good things, of course. now, why don’t you tell me a bit about your plans with the donation?”

     “ well, i can assure you that your donations will be going to a good cause. we recently found an ancient grecian armory that is thought to have been where hercules received one of his swords. ”   she begins, clearly lighting up with every word that is spoken. lyta was simply so PASSIONATE about these things, looking like a young kid in a candy store.    “ your donation would help us move the items to the museum, to preserve them, and help create an exhibit to feature them. it’s truly an amazing thing to help fund. ”

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rageinmybones:

“I’m glad to hear it.” It was odd how Bruce could see Diana in her daughter. Some people said the same thing when they looked at him and Damian, too. He wondered if they had said that when he was out with his parents, but he couldn’t remember. That night had put all of those memories into drawers that he couldn’t open because they brought back memories that kept him up at night. “Please call me Bruce. Everybody else does, Lyta. Mister Wayne was what people called my father and what my employees call me. You’re practically family, anyway, so it doesn’t make sense. Oh and I would have shown up to your office, but I don’t think you would have wanted the publicity.”

A light laugh escapes her, the look on her face on that was either sweet or could be the face of someone who would kill a man. It was hard to tell WHICH face Lyta was wearing. “Well, Mister Wayne, you may be family with my mother but it takes a little more for me to consider someone as such.” Her walls were up but of course she was teasing him with the thought of being past such protective barriers. “I know your stories, but not you just yet. I’ve yet to figure you out but, don’t worry, over time I’m sure I’ll figure out what makes the amazing Bruce Wayne tick.”

[wolha]

You don’t want to give people the wrong idea. What idea is that exactly? No, this is not happening. Go back up and change, please.

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rageinmybones:

“It’s you, Lyta.”Bruce knew that Diana had had a daughter. He had been reading about her in various academic journals. He hadn’t really wanted to attend his party, but he knew he would have to attend since she would be here. “To be honest, I haven’t had a conversation with someone that has been so interesting and deep in a very long time. Gothamites are mostly all bluster and no substance. The more money they have, the shallower they are. You’re just like your mother, though, if that makes any sense.”

“Me?” The look on her face is confused, finding herself suddenly worrying that maybe she’d done something to put herself on Bruce Wayne’s radar. Immediately she thinks back to all of her recent papers, her recent work. Nothing seemed like anything that might catch his attention. But she tries to not jump to conclusions and allow him to explain himself. “So, you got dressed up, forced yourself to attend, and went through multiple people just to talk to me? I must say, I am flattered, Mister Wayne. And to think, you could have gone the easy way of coming to my office.” Smile stretches her lips, head nodding, “Many tell me I’m like her. It’s a compliment.”

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rageinmybones:

“My secret is the fifteen minute rule. I spend five minutes talking to people, five minutes drinking non-alcoholic beverages, five minutes slapping people’s backs, and then I walk out.” It was one of Bruce’s few rules about socializing and the only one that he kept. “Usually, I’m in and out of here in the wink of an eye and most people don’t notice. If it’s my own event, I have to stick around, but I mainly sit at the piano and play dance music so that the people won’t pay too much attention to me. It works wonders.”  

“Quite the routine you’ve gotten down.” She was rather impressed with the way he handled things, since it was quite the opposite of how she handled things. Sometimes it was difficult for Lyta to even slip out of one conversation yet Bruce had multiple in five minutes? Maybe she had a lot to learn.  “Well, this isn’t your event and it has been more than fifteen minutes. Something holding you back?”

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rageinmybones:

“I don’t believe that. I’ve talked to a lot of professors in my day and many of them have taught me very important lessons, Lyta.” It was odd how the world worked and how much it had changed since he had started in the world of business. The new money people could be so crass and obnoxious that it made him ashamed to be seen among them. “Even a humble art restorer at the Met can teach a guy like me a thing or two about the beauty of Greek marbles or the difference between Doric and Corinthian columns. If you stick around long enough, you can teach me a thing or two yourself.”

“You must have met some amazing professors.” She replies with a gentle smile, wondering just who he had spoken to. Lyta had never had the chance to meet professors in different fields since she was always so busy in her own field. “Maybe there is something I can teach you. I suppose we’ll just have to see then.” Shoulders roll back slightly, the dress she wears for the event poking at her skin. “Perhaps you can teach me how to avoid such public events. You’ve been quite good at it.”

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rageinmybones:

It had been difficult, but they had all managed somehow. He had been a different man then, but the League had helped to become a better person than he was – kinder, gentler, more open to listening to others’ opinions rather than trusting his own gut. “Well, it was, but we managed. Unfortunately, the bane of my existence has always been The Joker,” he replied. “I can’t get rid of the bastard no matter how hard I try.”

“I’ve heard of him. The Clown Prince of Crime.” She scoffed a little bit, “He’s the elusive type, the one to never be truly caught. He reminds me of Loki.” Lyta cannot help but laugh a little bit at her own joke. Mythology could sometimes be comical. “I must say, even though you know who I am, I never thought you would speak to me. People always say professors are beneath billionaires.”

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rageinmybones:

“It was the first time The Justice League defended the world together. It was one of our tougher assignments and getting everybody to work as a team…” Bruce stared out the window for a moment. “It was a bit like herding cats.” 

“It must have been difficult, being the first time you all worked together.” She muses in a soft voice, imaging her mother fighting side by side with Batman and all the others; She pictured her mother ordering them, acting as a leader. A perfect role. “And what was your greatest challenge, Mr. Wayne? By yourself?”

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rageinmybones:

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“Did your mother ever tell you about the time she and I fought Steppenwolf together?” 

“I’m afraid not. Sounds like quite the story.”