Byron grinned and ran over to his father tugging on his sleeve. "Tell mom I want a sister!" He said enthusiastically.
Simon ruffled Byron's hair. "You heard our boy, he wants a sister. We definitely have to get on that!" Alain could not stop laughing.
"Dad, where do babies come from?" Byron decided to ask. The nine year old had an idea, but he wanted to see his father squirm a little. He gave a thumbs up to Alain behind his back and looked up to his father with an innocent and expectant look.
Simon paled. "Uhhh..." Alain laughed loudly, rolling on the snowy ground in stitches. "Yes, 'Daddy', where do babies come from?"
"Well?" Byron asked. "When I asked mommy last time, she said to ask you. So now I ask." The nine year old said.
Simon stared at the phone. "We are having a serious talk." Clicking his phone off, he slid it in his pocket and kneeled before his child. "Well, son, when two people, a man and woman love each other very much, they do some um things in the bedroom, preferably locked and a baby is born."
"So how's the baby born? Cause if it involves a man and a woman in a bedroom, I doubt the stork brings it like aunt Evelyn said." Byron asked rather confused. He knew babies came out of a mommy's belly. Mommy had told him that, actually, mom had explained everything to him.
Alain started laughing again. Simon wanted to wring Evelyn's skinny neck. "That is a lie, something you tell kids so they don't get curious. I don't know what a freakin' stork is!" He calmed down. "I was waiting till you were sixteen with your own girl or boyfriend but whatever. A baby comes when you put your penis in a girl's vagina, you shoot white liquid known as sperm into her and nine months later, you have a kid of your own."
"Oh well that's good, at least you and mom have your stories straight!" Byron said happily before he walked to his uncle to give him a high five.
Alain high fived Byron, smiling. "You're my favorite kid out of this generation." Simon merely shook his head.
"Just admit it Dad, I got you this time!" Byron said laughing. "Hey oncle Alain, what else can we do?" He asked Alain with a big smile on his face.
"Okay, okay, you got me. Fooled your old man, so cruel." Simon said dramatically, a smile on his lips. "Well, if you're not scared, you could meet my lovers Bane and Jun?"
"Why would that scare me? I just tortured and killed a guy and I walked in on Tjin and Aloysius once. I don't think they'll scare me." Byron replied in a rather smart ass type of tone.
Alain threw his head back and laughed. Simon's clone, indeed. "Very well. No killing the grunts though, Talia will throw a fit." Simon was amused as the empath shot his lovers a text. "You're fucking the leader of a terrorist group?" Alain shrugged. "Co-leader and yep, he's intelligent and sexy, what's not to like?"
Byron looked rather bored again as the adults started talking. His short attention span kicking in once again. He sighed and leaned into his father. Burying his face in his father's shirt. "Can we go now?" He whined, hoping they'd get some action soon.
Both Simon and Alain shared amused looks. Alain broke the window of the closest car, killed the alarm system and hotwired it. "Then let's go, shortie. If you're that bored, we can probably see a sentencing afterward and you can be the judge instead of that annoying prick, Scarecrow."
"Yay!" Byron cheered as he dragged his dad towards the car. "Come on dad, come on. Hurry up!"
Simon allowed his son to drag him, supremely amused. "You've got a lot of clout around here." Alain started the once everyone was in. "Perhaps so." The empath acknowledged, driving fast, hitting civilians whenever possible and before long, they were in front of a hotel where several of Bane's men were standing guard. "Pleasure to see you, Boden."
Alain nodded, flashing them a smile. "Likewise. They top floor again?" The man nodded. "Yes, but who are they?" Alain grinned. "Didn't ya know Bane's pretty serious with Jun and I, therefore he's got to meet the family." His eyes briefly became hardened. "That a problem?" The man shook his head fearfully. "N-N-No, please go on up."
Byron happily waved at the guard "Bye Bye" He said grinning before making a baseball bat from energy and making it smack the guy right in the nose. He turned back around with a huge smirk on his face and sat back in his seat. "So oncle Alain, You seem to be a pretty important guy around here right?" He asked as he leaned forward. Now sitting in between the drivers and passenger seats.
"That's right in a way. For a human, Bane is pretty impressive and scary to some, but since that's rarely enough, I had to hold my own, by whupping any of his followers who were skeptical of me and getting rid of any opposition that threatened his reign." Stepping out of the car, he patted the injured man's shoulder, taking the stairs two at a time. "Y'all comin'?"
"Let's go." Simon suggested, half out his seat.
Byron nodded and climbed out of the car before running up to his father. Feeling a little shy he held his fathers hand as they continued on foot. This was a little exciting and perhaps just a little scary, even though he'd never admit it.
"It'll be alright." Simon promised, attuned to Byron's feelings - he was his son, he would know about his fears, but he was confident Alain could keep this humans leashed and if not, he would.
Together, all three got on an elevator and rode to the top floor and sitting in a chair, reading a book was Bane, Jun was cleaning his gun.
Alain cleared his throat and Bane closed his book, standing up slowly till he rose to full height. And he was huge, Simon acknowledged distantly, the black face mask made him intimidating but strangely, Simon felt no fear.
"Welcome to Gotham." Bane said simply, his voice strange and mechanical, yet indifferent. His huge hands reached out and gently, Simon could tell, very gently, caressed the left side of Alain's face. "I hope you enjoy your stay here, after all, you're of the people."
Byron came out from behind his father to look at Bane with almost disappointed look to him. 'What an anti climax, Uncle Vic's way bigger and scarier.' He thought to himself as he sighed and looked around the room, trying to find something interesting.
Byron settled on Jun and stood a few feet away from him as he watched the other man clean his gun. "That looks cool, can I try?" He asked Jun curiously.
Jun looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "That depends, will you shoot yourself accidentally, brat? I don't know any medical techniques or whatever it's called, so if you do, you're on your own."
Alain chuckled as Bane's hands roamed. "B-Be, ungh, n-nice, that's my nephew." Simon shook his head, amused that they were getting frisky.
"He ain't the President so I don't care. Even if he was, I'd not give a shit."
"I won't, Tjin and grandpa taught me how to shoot. I'll bet I can shoot better then you." Byron countered. This guy was rude, he'd show him. His competitive streak was playing up, and he wasn't about to let this jerk win.
Jun rolled his eyes before handing over his gun, snapping his fingers towards the guy guarding the door. The guard opened the door and pulled in a businessman and woman then placed a single pebble on their head. "Shoot the pebble off and I'll give ya two hundred dollars. Miss and ya shut up."
"You can do it, By." Simon said simply.
Byron took the gun and took of the safety pall. He aimed it and slowed his breathing down like the snipers had taught him. He shot the first pebble of the mans head without any problem. He then aimed his gun to the woman and repeated the process. He aimed, slowed down his breathing, focused and fired.
The second pebble was shot off the woman's head cleanly. Byron smirked, put the safety back on and held out a hand to Jun. "Pay up." Was all he said.
"You confuse what pebble I meant, but since I didn't clarify..." he nailed both targets in the brain with a dagger and pulled out the cash. "We'll chalk that up to inexperience." Jun said with a grin.
"That's my boy!" Simon said proudly, ignoring Jun's words.
Byron sneered at Jun and snatched the cash out of Juns hand. "Stupid A hole, what I did was way more impressive." He muttered before walking back to his father. "I could've done that, piece of cake."
Byron kept glaring at Jun as he leaned back against his father. He didn't like the guy, at all. He didn't get what oncle Alain saw in him.
Jun was amused and his tough guy persona dropped. "I'm just fuckin' with ya, kid. Damn, your relatives are hard to win over, Alain."
"The ones that matter like you, calm down." Alain said soothingly, rubbing his shoulders and he relaxed further. "Bane, my brother and short stack want to see a sentencing, that okay?"
"It matters little to me." Bane said in his way of agreement.
"Yes." Byron whispered happily. He grinned at Bane and Alain, now if only he could say the punishments, he had some really good ones to.
Simon was amused by his son's reactions. Alain and he exchanged glances and the empath nodded. "Maybe Byron could be the judge just this once? Scarecrow's little show is getting a bit tired..." he wheedled the bigger man, biting his lip and cocking his head. Bane knew he was being manipulated, he was extremely intelligent, of course he knew, but he only wanted to keep his lovers happy, so... "Very well. I'm certain your nephew can handle the responsibility."
Byron practically bounced in his place and grinned at his dad. "Alright, this'll be fun!" He said grinning. "So, when's the show starting?" He asked Alain and Bane. He wanted to have some fun, if he could torture some people in the process, well that was even better.
"Twenty minutes. No time to waste." Bane barely twitched a finger yet his men knew what to do. Barking orders, they went about securing the place so no police could get in, Jun put the safety on his gun and strapped his tanto's to his back, then put on his customary black trench coat. Alain was in the middle of his lovers and they moved all moved in sync with catlike grace, silent yet deadly.
Simon tugged his son along. Once they got to the first floor and in one of those heavily armored trucks, they were on their way to the court house. Bane had some words with Scarecrow who although angry and humiliated that he'd been upstaged by a child, a CHILD, he knew better than to test the higher power here.
"Your time to shine, kid." Jun murmured as several officers were brought in. The audience, prisoners and low lifes watched with interest as the script had changed. No one knew how important Byron was and why he seemed to have the authority now.
Byron grinned happily and actually had the nerve to wave at scarecrow as he walked past him. He was enjoying this, And he couldn't wait to lay down some sentences. Once he stood on stage he looked around into the sea of people. A little intimidated by the sheer force of it. But determined not to show any fear. He stood tall, banged his gavel and addressed the audience.
"Hi, I'm Byron and I'll be the judge today. Well, I don't like diddly dadling so, Let's bring in the first defendant!" He spoke clearly.
Some of Bane's men pushed an obese officer forward. The officer, once seeing Byron, looked confused and hopeful. "Little boy, little boy, won't you please have mercy? I've done nothing wrong. I have children to feed and a house to pay the bills for."
Byron looked unimpressed and raised an eyebrow at the man. He leaned forward a little and beckoned the man closer. "How is that my problem? What did you do anyway?" He asked rather bored.
The obese officer looked panicked while the lowlifes laughed. Still, he hesitantly shuffled forward. "Well, I may have stolen some of the food from the people and beaten a weaker member of Bane's thugs, but it's no different than whatever they do to us!"
Byron looked rather bored at the man and rolled his eyes. God this guy was pathetic, seriously.
"Again, how is that my problem? Mr. You got the wrong kid in front of you. I got a good one for you. Cut off his right hand, break all bones in his left hand and then sow his mouth shut so he can't talk anymore, next!" Byron hammered his gavel into his podium and waved the man bye.
Simon and Alain burst out laughing. "That's my boy! God, I love that kid." Bane's men dragged the shell shocked man off to do as Byron instructed before shoving a couple more people in front of him.
Byron looked at the people in front of him and sure hoped one of them did something remotely interesting.
"Alright one by one, what did you do?" Byron asked, even though he was just asking it for a formality really.
"We were apart of Larson's team to do the same thing. We're just scavengers trying to make ends meet. Please, spare us!" The skinny officer begged.
Byron yawned and rolled his eyes. "My god man, what kind of wuss are you? I got more balls then you do!" And that gave the idea. "Cut off their right hands, crack this guys balls in a workbench and find some creative torturing to do to the others, next!"
Byron brought down his gavel again and waved the row of men off.
Simon was once again recording Byron in his glory, Jun had found some candy to snack on, and Alain was clapping, encouraging the boy along with the rest of the crowd. Just as Gordon and his merry gang of righteous zealots entered.
"A boy is going to be my judge, eh? Not likely, kid go back to elementary school." As usual, Gordon was leading the group, giving the others strength.
Byron grinned menacingly at the man, finally some fun!
"Really now, that's what you think?" He asked smirking.
"Why don't you tell me what it is you did and I'll use my high school knowledge to judge you. Or is that too difficult for you to understand?" Byron was having the time of his life.
"I'm not afraid to die and my men are not afraid. This is OUR city, Batman WILL return, and peace will be restored." Gordon said strongly, voice unwavering. "Do your worst." His eyes were clear of fear.