I'm really curious about it so here I want to ask: does anyone remember or have the lyrics of The Confrontation of les mis the chatelet production...?! I'm trying to remember and having figured out some lines that are the same with the paris 1991 version but some lines have been changed. :(
BTW in my memory in the dual part Javert's lines remain almost unchanged except one (jean valjean est retrouvé->jean valjean est moins que rien(?)), but Valjean's part changed more than Javert's.
It had been seven years. Seven years since Anarky had last been around. Then he had been a child and now Bruce imagined that he wasn’t much more than a child. But he was starting things again and Batman didn’t really appreciate it. This was his city, not Anarky’s playground. After the meeting with Joker he wanted to punch something, however in Gotham there was a growing list of things that he needed to do before punching something. Visiting Anarky was one of them. It had been too easy to find where Lonnie lived. It had been too easy to sneak through the window and begin to creep around.
Lonnie had been working at his desk, bent over what was the beginning of a board that would expand Max’s computational power tenfold. His arm was resting on a twist of fiberoptic cables when a red light went up on the corner of his monitor, and when he stood suddenly they fell to the ground. Yap (who had been sleeping with his paws over his face under the workbench) was the first to move - he padded up the stairs and found the Bat on the second floor, yipped once, and stared at him. Lonnie in the meantime had pulled the easier of Anarky’s costumes on, slipping into the red-slashed hoodie and mask in record time and showing up plainly in the doorway in front of the vigilante. “Batman, Hi.” he greeted, shrugging a shoulder. “‘I assume you’re not here to join the movement.”
Batman looked down at the dog that had barked him. Cute. He had a dog. Eyes narrowed he tried to wave the dog away without frightening it. However the dog didn’t move and before he got the chance to even take another step Anarky -- Lonnie, a nineteen year old kid, that is in a costume -- in the doorway. “You’ve assumed right,” he said, still half distracted by the dog by his feet, but he looked at Anarky. “I thought we talked about this, Lonnie, I thought that you were… done.”
“I never said that.” Anarky answered with a short clip to his tone. He sounded like his mom, and it shook him for a moment. “I never said that. What, did you think time in juvenile detention would make me less aware of the horrible situation or world is in?” He scoffed, crossing his arms, and Yap barked sympathetically. “I was never done. I was working. Every day for seven years, training and preparing. You should know it better than anyone! You see it, in the streets, and I’m sure with all your money you have to see the news and shake the hands of the corrupt more than once in awhile.” Anarky’s voice was hard, but there was a thread of shaken passion in it. “Gotham needs me.”
Kids. Kids were so difficult to deal with and when he was looking into the face of a masked teenager who was barely legal and not to mention misguided. "I was hoping that time in juvenile detention would make you more aware. You are still a child and Gotham does not need /you/.” A pause and he looked towards the dog near his feet. “Take the costume off. I’m not talking to Anarky. I’m talking to Lonnie.” His eyes were narrowed as he looked at the kid. Older he may have been but he was still young and he still had his entire life ahead of him. Didn’t he have something better to do? No, because he believed that what he was doing was right. That it was okay. It was a misconstrued ideal of justice. It wasn’t wrong, it could be illegal, but it wasn’t wrong. He had his ideals in the right direction but he wasn’t going to right way about it.
"Everyone thinks they’re talking to Lonnie. They aren’t.” Anarky took a step forward, pulled the mask off and offered it to the black cowled madman in front of him. He dropped the heavy coat to the floor too, with it’s huge spray painted closed-a on the front, and Yap moved immediately to sit on top of it. Defiant, Lonnie Machin, in all his blonde hair and deceptively soft blue eyes - and arm bandaged, from where he’d fallen in a wreck on the western side of Gotham Proper the day before - stood across from Batman in his street clothes, feet bare in his own home. “The mask is just a symbol. I am Anarky.”
Really Batman had no reason to break in Anarky's home, because technically he hadn't done anything illegal yet. But, he wasn’t going to take his chances. Even if all he was doing was just making television broadcasts and having rallies. Unless he was acting under Batman’s nose, which was very very likely. Bruce looked towards the dog on top of the robe and again tried not to be distracted. Damn cute animals. He looked back at Anarky. “I don’t care what you do as long as you stay on the right side of the law. Do you understand me? As soon as you cross the line between legal and illegal, I will be back.”
Lonnie, exasperated, sighed and dropped down to lift Yap up. The dog nipped at his jaw, but Lonnie held him out with a cocked eyebrow, otherwise ignoring the vigilante's disappointingly benign interest in his pet. How scary. He shifted at the threat – it was reassuring that Batman seemed, so far, to have no idea what he was working on at all – and he remembered what Legs had told him earlier that day. "The Joker. You saw him." Anarky threw out like it was common knowledge, "Did he do it?"
Sighing slightly, Batman petted the dog on the head a couple times before dropping his eyes and looking back at Anarky. Had news spread that quickly? That he had visited Arkham? He supposed it was hard to miss the Batmobile driving in the direction of Arkham Island. “He didn’t deny it.” He began, “But he didn’t confirm it either. He’s playing mind games.” The real answer was he didn’t know. He didn’t know and it bothered him.
"The violently insane are wont to do that." Lonnie set Yap back on the ground and the dog padded over to sniff at the Batman's cape where it met the floor. He huffed in thought, blowing blonde bangs out of his face, then turned immediately to the side table near the window the Bat must've come in through. He flipped open the laptop there and set on it, flicking his eyes up at the Batman as he opened up his MoneySpider terminal. "How likely is it that I can get you to tell me what you do know?"
Batman raised his eyebrows at Anarky, even though they couldn't be seen through the cowl. "Not very likely." He replied, moving so he could look over the shoulder of Lonnie to see what he was doing on the computer. “But it depends on your behavior between now and the time I figure everything out.” He wasn’t going to pretend that Anarky wouldn’t be an useful part of the team, but he also wasn’t willing to take a criminal into ‘the family’. Despite of what he may or may not have recently done with Selina. “What is that?”
"This? Batman, I know you're getting up there, but this is what the kids call a laptop." Lonnie hid his smirk, dropping into his chair. Yap was full on pressing against the Bat's leg now, knawing at the kevlar where is boots met the leg of his suit, and Lonnie rolled his shoulders before explaining more seriously. "It's my system. I've been working on it for seven years, and if it's not one of the most advanced terminal network -- soon to be the most advance when I launch the interactive AI component -- in the world, then I've been wasting my time. It can find anything with epsilon time-cost, and I'm checking what I have on your Madman."
He was deadpan at Lonnie's response, to say the least. Smartass little criminal. "I know what a laptop is, I was referring to your terminal." Still peering over his shoulder. "How were you working on this when you were in juvenile detention?"
"There was a computer in the common room, for taking classes and accessing the ebooks they didn't have in the library. I think," he dragged out the word, "that it wasn't supposed to have internet access, but the block didn't even affect commands straight from their terminal, so it's not like I broke an actual rule."
Anarky was too smart for his own damn good, Bruce decided. Shaking his head he backed away and stopped hovering over the teenager and his laptop. "Right..." He looked towards the dog that was following him as he moved. "This has turned into more of a personal visit than I expected it to be." Anarky was behaving, that was good enough for him. For now. "If you behave, I won't have to be back. I have other things to attend to."
