It was a dark time to be in Gotham. Times were changing, but Alain suppose that'd be correct with the fact a bomb was being carted around, the lawless were now the law and the police were trapped below ground. Luckily for him, he was Bane's best men, his inner circle.
"May I have some more tea please with a croissant?" Alain asked the trembling waitress kindly.
The waitress nodded and scrambled off to get the mans order. There was an air about him she did not like at all.
Little Byron dragged Simon across the street. "But daddy, I'm hungry and you promised we would meet someone and I could pull a prank!" Byron whined to his father. The nine year old was tired of waiting, he was hungry, bored and he had no idea what they were doing in Gotham anyway.
Simon ruffled Byron's hair. "Patience, By, he's here." Entering the cafe, he smiled at the waiter who stammered for them to be seated. Completely ignoring the waiter, he grinned and tugged his son along.
Alain was playing with the salt and pepper dispensers, mind unfocused.
Byron looked around with interest. That man seemed to be afraid of them. Now how to use that to his advantage? Oh the pranks he could pull on that guy.
He saw a dark man sitting a little further, he seemed to be playing with his salt and pepper dispensers. Getting an idea, he created a pitcher of milk out of energy and had it fall into the mans lap. He held a hand to his mouth to contain his giggling. Now let's see what else he could do...
The waitress came back with Alains tea and croissant. Very afraid of the now drenched man she quickly set the items on it and ran off to find a towel.
Alain stood up slightly, cursing in French as he took in his soaked attire. Looking around, he saw a little boy trying to hold in his giggles and...
Simon grinned like a Cheshire cat. "How's it hangin', little brother?"
Byron couldn't contain his laughter anymore and laughed wholeheartedly at his father's brother. "Hiya, I'm Byron." He said rather mischievously, green eyes twinkling with merit and mischief.
Byron continued looking around, there weren't many interesting people to pull pranks on, aside from that waiter. He created a wall from energy in front of the waiter and laughed when the man walked straight into it. Clutching his bleeding nose the waiter ran towards the back to get it checked.
Byron got bored really quickly again and sighed waiting for his dad to get him some food.
Alain blinked owlishly at Simon before shrugging. Doomsday was upon them, if he was going to die, why not indulge? Jerking his head at Byron, he asked, amused. "I see your spawn inherited your childhood pranking nature..?"
Simon shrugged, taking a seat. "I was a prank amateur, he's a genius." The waitress came back and looked ready to have a seizure. "Coffee for me with a donut, same for my boy only make it tea."
"Hey! I have a name! And you didn't tell me yours and that's rude!" Byron said as he glared at Alain and crossed his arms. He hated it when adults ignored him, he was a kid but he wasn't stupid. He knew what they were talking about.
"Dad, why can't I have coffee, it's not fair." He asked Simon pouting. After all his mother gave him lattes, whenever his dad wasn't looking that was.
Alain chuckled, amused. "I'm Alain DuBois. Just call me Boden for now..." Simon mouthed his name. "Byron. Ya can call me Unc, Uncle or Oncle, too if you want."
Simon raised an eyebrow at his boy. "Ya want coffee too, huh? Fine. Make it two coffees with a donut each and keep it coming."
"Oncle Alain it is!" Byron replied happily as he made himself a walking toy soldier out of green spectrum energy.
He patiently waited for his coffee and good to arrive.
"I can make anything I want out of energy, what can you do?" He, asked Alain rather curious about his Powers.
Alain smiled slightly. "Mainly, I'm an Empath, I feel your emotions and can manipulate or fabricate them. But, if necessary, I can use my tattoos like a tracking device..." he rolled up his sleeves to show two young, frightened boys in impressive detail. "To figure out if they're mutants." He rolled his sleeves back down as the waitress arrived with the Boyce family's order. "I can mimic another mutant's power and I can create illusions to fool five of your senses."
"Must be pretty handy to keep you in the human's, Bane's, favor?" Simon half asked, half stated, pouring a little cream in his drink.
Alain shrugged carelessly. "Perhaps."
Byron listened and watched Alain in fascination. "That's so cool!" He said grinning as he started on his donut and poured cream and put sugar in his coffee.
"Dad when are we going to do something fun? Am I getting another lesson today?" Byron asked his father. Alains story could only keep him entertained for o long.
Simon ruffled Byron's hair. "Why not now?" Winking at their returning waitress, he was amused when she lunged at the startled waiter who let out a shocked cry.
Alain chuckled. "Teachin' the kid the ropes, eh? If you're really interested and got the time, we could snatch up some cops to... play with for old time's sake?"
Byron laughed at the waiter and waitress obviously amused at their shock and pain.
He turned to his father when Alain suggested they go play with some cops. "Can we dad? Please? This place is boring."
Simon looked at Alain measuringly before nodding, finishing his coffee quickly, wrapping his half eaten donut in paper towels. "Lead the way."
Alain stuffed his croissant in his mouth, swallowed it down with tea and opened the cafe door. "Hurry up, if we're lucky, we can get the hothead rookie, Blake."
Byron took a sip of his coffee and stuffed his donut into his mouth before running after Alain. He was bouncing with excitement. He had a feeling he'd get a big lesson today and he loved it. "Dad hurry up! You're going to miss it!"
Simon chuckled and hurried after his brother and son. For once, things were right.
Byron bounced after Alain and grinned happily. "So where are we going to find this Blake, what's his weakness? Where should we hit him, long distance or short range? Are we going to use special methods or old fashioned ones?" Byron fired away his questions to get as much information as possible.
Alain eyed Byron with amusement. It really was like seeing Simon in kid form again. Before he could answer, a bullet grazed his cheek and he pushed the child towards the father. Half turning, he saw it was the rookie in question, gun still raised. "There's no technique necessary for idiots like this one, you just hit him - hard." Stomping the earth, he kicked it at the detective who cursed and dodged.
"Watch carefully. This is how you get a fish to squirm." Simon murmured in Byron's ear.
Byron nodded all hyped up. The bullet didn't scare him. Uncle Vic was way more scary. He watched in anticipation as Alain got closer to the cop. He kinda hoped he could get a blow in as well. "It's always fun to see the fish squirm, right dad?" Byron asked his father when he looked up.
Simon's eyes twinkled with amusement and pride. "Always, son."
Alain had made short work of the human and kicked his gun away, ridding him of anything that could be a weapon and stomped on his leg so he couldn't run. "We'll keep you alive for a long time and when we get bored, we'll let go of you, maybe." He whispered cruelly to Blake who glared defiantly at him. "Ya want to play, By?"
"Would I?" Byron said grinning. Now the fun could really start. Byron smirked as he walked up to the cop and deliberately stepped on his leg and turned his foot so the mans broken bones would grind together in a very painful way. "Now what are we going to do with you?" Byron asked as he cocked his head to the side. So many things he could do.
Blake gritted his teeth and tried not to cry out. Alain broke his index finger, relishing in his short scream and quick inhale-exhale. "We're asking you how you'd like to be tortured. Please be polite."
Blake turned furious eyes on the empath. "Fuck you." Simon smacked him. "No swearing in front of my son."
Byron grinned and had a heavy block fall down on Blake's broken leg. The heavy crunching sound was like music to his ears. He sat down on it, relishing in the crunching sounds that followed.
He made a knife out of energy and started carving shapes with it on the mans arms. When Blake tried to jerk his arms away. He kicked the man in the nuts. "Stop moving, you idiot!" He said rather amused at the mans pain.
Blake was screaming now. Alain had forgotten how exhilarating it was to see someone else suffer, but mainly humans though. Covering his throat with his hand, he froze his lungs partially.
Simon was snapping pictures and even considered recording the event.
Byron grinned and stomped a foot on Blake's fingers breaking them in the process. He grabbed his knife tight and stabbed Blake's hand palm with it. "You know, I never really liked cops. They are annoying." He twisted the knife. "Obnoxious." He pulled the knife out and stabbed Blake's other hand palm. "And a general pain in the ass." He said before breaking Blake's other fingers.
"How about you Oncle?"
Alain was full out grinning. Turning to Simon, he said, "I like this kid!" Simon chuckled, recording their work so Adeline could see it later. "Truth be told, I'm not a fan of cops either. Most get a big head and become corrupt or saintly." He cut Blake's torso open. "It's really quite annoying, By."
"It is isn't it oncle? I find I just want to stab a cop." Byron stabbed a kidney with his knife. "And kill one." He said as he stabbed the other kidney.
"What do you think? Should we let him live? Or stab his liver and watch him slowly bleed to death?"
Alain cocked his head to the side, mulling over his answer. "Hmm...Well, we don't want him to recover." With a shrug, he looked into Blake's glazed eyes. "Let's kill him." Simon zoomed in on his phone, this would likely be interesting.
Byron grinned and stabbed Blake's liver, knowing it would slowly poison the mans blood now. He stabbed one of Blake's longs before starting to cut some major blood vessels drawing out the mans death for as long as possible as he slowly watched the light in the mans eyes go out.
"Say bye, to your pathetic life human." Byron spat at the man. His smirk slowly growing wider and wider as the child watched the man in front of him die.
Simon made sure he got a good view of Byron in his full glory before turning the camera to himself, a wide smile on his lips. "Let's have another kid as cool as this one, please, my Goddess?" In the background, Alain laughed.