Week one had come and gone since The One That is All left her sister in the False Heir's care. One week and Nyssa has not gathered anymore news. Oh, she had people following the one called Death Demon, but it was few since the girl had taken to either torturing or straight out killing the ones following her.
She snarled in anger as her technicians picked up on her people dancing alongside the borders of Gotham. They were not welcomed there, and her dearest sister had placed elaborate traps keyed into Nyssa's frequency. If any of them stepped a foot in that city, they would die immediately. All to protect the False Heir. The boy held no claim over the title, yet Talia just gave it away. As if it were a toy and not a title of prestige.
Nyssa will kill the imposter and then her sister. She will claim the Demon Head's title and she will get her wonderful little boy back. He was a Prince to be raised in the highest regard. He was destined to rule the world. Not run around in spandex and tights in the slums of alley ways.
"Mistress, we've got a location for the Lazarus Prince."
Nyssa spun around immediately. "Well then. It's about time. Lead me there."
Piercing green eyes tracked the Red One (Jason, his name is Jason) around the room. He seemed agitated. Something was wrong. He had received a call from someone named Basil. He changed his clothing into something different. (A suit, he called it) He pulled up a magical screen where images of other people spoke to him.
She turned her head to look at the Silent One (Cass. She said her name was Cass). She was the only one besides Jason to speak with her without words. The girl was more fluent than she and Jason, but she made it easier to speak with.
She was also worried about Jason. He was getting incredibly angry.
"Mr. Wilson, I assure you that I know exactly what I am doing. Mother wouldn't have left me in charge otherwise. We will move forward with these propositions just as she had planned. If there aren't any more concerns, then this call is just a waste of all our time. I will be sure to inform Mother of the undermining that is taking place inside of this board. Either do your job as you are supposed to, or I will see to it personally that you are blacklisted in every position. I will have you covered in so much red-tape that it be the only color you know."
There had been a dark presence seeping out of him. Talia could see the Silent One tense as if waiting for a blow to strike. Talia was confused. Jason was only acting as the Demon Head's Heir. Father was similar though his presence was more menacing than Jason's.
"If that will be all gentlemen, I have more important things to deal with."
He made the magical screen disappear before he took a deep breath. The darkness seemed to fade into the background. She had never seen Father do that. His presence spilled over everything and everyone. It was only because of Mother that Talia hadn't taken some for herself. But with Jason as the Heir and his ability to control it, then there will be no need for Talia to have that. Will it?
She will take some just in case.
When Jason turned to look at her, he didn't look like the Heir. He looked like the kindhearted brother he had been for the past few days.
"Cass, can you watch T for me? I have an errand to run. It shouldn't take long."
Talia didn't want to be separated from Jason especially not in what he stakes as their safe place. She trusted the Silent One's skill only when they were at the castle, but this she and Jason's home.
She will bring forth the dangers of underestimating the daughter of the demon.
Jason raced across the rooftop. It had been a week since Jamila left and he heard rumors that the Death Demon had been spotted countless times in Gotham. Though they really couldn't be counted as rumors considering that she tended to take selfies with her victims that she chased to Gotham or the working girls she took to protecting while she was there.
Not to mention the weird frenemy relationship she had going with Harley. "She's cool, but like her ex-boyfriend killed you and she stayed by his side. And I know all about abusive relationships, but I can't get over it. Especially when you count in the fact that she helped as a distraction."
Jamila was protective like that, but that didn't stop her from sneaking into Arkham and beheading Joker. She claimed it was on Talia's orders but the bloodthirsty smile on her face and the bloody clothes she still wore suggested otherwise.
It didn't take long for him to make it to Ivy's garden. He noticed the villainess tending to some of her plants quietly. She looked up when he landed in front of her.
"Are you here for another branch of Aloe Vera? I believe I have some in the back."
"I wasn't here for that… at first. But I can definitely use some. But I was also so wondering if my cousin dropped off anything?"
Ivy huffed. She also had a weird relationship with Jamila. They were friends but they always argued over Jamila using the plants she gets from Ivy for poisons. She never wants anything else.
"Mm. Yes, she left an envelope. She also left with some sage. That was surprising," the scientist replied as she stood up. Jason followed her careful to watch out for the rose petals blooming as Ivy walked.
He sat at her table while she passed him the leather and went through her aloe vera plants. She wanted to find one of the good branches.
"You know, Pam, my ma business is looking for botanist. She doesn't care for criminal history. If you're interested—"
Ivy turned to look at him with suspicion in her eyes. She opened her mouth to either declined or curse him before attacking. "It's just a thought. I'll ask my cousin to spare some time to give you more information. But you can say no. No one is going to try to force you to do something you don't want to."
Ivy hummed quietly before passing him a branch. "I will think on it. Do tell your cousin that I will like to her from her soon."
Jason nodded his head and gave his thanks before leaving to head back to his deaged mother.
To the Born-Again Prince,
This is the first week's update of news regarding your situation. I have successfully managed to siphon out a handful of culprits that could be possible suspects.From what I have gathered, it seems your problem is either science based or magical. I wouldn't be surprised if it were a mixture of both. This is Mother we are talking about after all.
Speaking of the Forgotten One, she has sent her people to trail after me. I have shown them exactly why I earned the honor to bear the title of the Death Demon. She also has her mercenaries stationed on the outside of the borders of Gotham. She also has creating havoc in Bludhaven.I wouldn't be surprise if that Blue Idiot takes off to fight them.
Do try to keep a leash on that one. It's a trap. She wishes to draw you all out.
I will also like to inform you to check in on my brother. I do not know what it is exactly, but my instincts scream for me to go after him. Which is confusing… I have never met him so why do I care?
Furthermore, there are pictures and detailed analysis of the suspects that I have found. Look over them. I will wait one week for your answer before I move on with my own plans.
Your darling cousin,
Death Demon
Jason sat on his couch going over the information that Jamila provided. At least three of them will end up at the end of this week. Not because Jason ordered it if they didn't supply suitable information, but because Jamila took a strong offense to misogynist serial rapists and organ traffickers.
From what she could find, many of the men have had multiple contact with Nyssa over the past two months alone.
Jamila has noticed that they are all only at least an hour away from each other. It was either bad planning or a convenient trap she noted in her reports.
At least he managed to narrow down the causes. He sent off a quick email to Tim to get in contact with Zatanna. He just needed her to do a scan over Talia more than anything else.
There will be more problems than solutions if this turned out to be science based. Mainly because of the water of the Lazarus pits that flows through Talia's bloodstream. More so when she was an adult than she is now. He will need to get a blood sample from Tiny Talia and cross reference it with the few samples he has of her adult form.
He looked up from his papers to the sound of giggling. There had been a stunned paused. When he glanced over, he saw Talia in the ballet outfit that Cass had instructed him to buy on the way back. Again, it was incredibly strange to Talia in such a way.
She would surely kill for the off-brand fabric that the tutu was made of. She only believed in the finest silks and satins. And she loved personally handcrafted material. She had stated you could tell a person's heart and soul from the things they created personally.
She was standing there frozen as if she couldn't believe that sound had just came out of her mouth. Jason smiled just a little before heading in their direction. He could always look over the rest of the files later.
"Well aren't you beautiful," he told her. She turned to stare at with the same confused and awed look on her face.
"Something wrong. Sound is new," Jason would be worried about her speaking in broken sentences if he didn't also know that she managed to read his Jane Austen and Charles Dickens books without stumbling.
"You were giggling. It means laughing lightly and repeatedly in an excited, nervous, or silly way. You were excited about dancing like Cass, so you giggled in your excitement. It's not a bad thing."
She scrunched her nose up before accepting his words. Jason picked her and gave a nod to Cass who was packing up her own things. "How about we go fix some brownies and then head over to the Manor? I'm sure Damian would be happy to spend some time with you."
Talia perked her head up. She was fascinated to know that she had another brother besides Jason. Mother didn't really talk about him, but she was delighted to get to know him as well.
But first, brownies. She loved watching Jason cook and tasting the food. The last time she had tried to do so when she was with Father, the cook poured hot water on her hands. Talia killed him on Father's orders, but it was not an event she liked to repeat.
Nyssa took slow and sure steps to the young man that had grown to look so much like her and her ex-husband. He was the perfect blend of them both. He was her pride and joy. He was her Prince.
He was resting comfortably in the bed that her subordinates brought him too. The horse tranquilizers were sitting on the bed beside her and she knew it would soon be time for another doze. The Lazarus waters in his blood washed away the effects much too fast for her.
She sat down on the bed beside him and ran her hand through his curls. Her precious baby boy. He would grow stronger and more perfect by her side. They will change the world to the ultimate Utopia. Her father would be proud of her.
"Soon, my son. We will reign supreme."