Our Flag Still Flies – War Of Rebellion –
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Part Eleven: Guessing Games
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That meeting left a lot of images flashing in wait for Robin to stumble upon. The General watched him in the man's seat at the lunch table a day too late. Richard was transfixed on the sight, of another lost memory that he wanted eradicated on the spot. He called to Wintergreen that night to slip a small dose of a special vial of salts into the boy's drink before he'd settled down into his own bedding for only that time. This was a special elixir to connect the General to the dreams of his enemies, and what he wished most of all was to notice how the teenager had reacted in the coach that earlier day before. Who was the person that now plagued his waking time to act? Who had been so brash as to…
But, none of that. Not yet, as the future ruler of Bluddbechia was proud so far of who he had harassed to stay in the top row with Cobb and Lord Ra's. Speaking…. how was Ra's little guinea pig doing thus far since….
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She classically dominated her prey as all of the men; all but her children, all to Talia as she fed off of their lust. Yet, Lord Wayne was an impressive match. He would not yield to her torturous gasps or the tendrils that lifting to let his legs dangle. "You are the one, so then..." She peered into his eyes with her narrowed pupils at the noble mate. "Why in the realm of the great gods, do you conspire in secret? Why do you not take what is granted, why –
"Might I not desire what you are now, Lady Al – Ghul….?" He coughed and chuckled at the pitiful question, and so easy to tell he'd drained her of her stamina for tonight again. "Your seed should belong to the Al – Ghul of the Demon's head…." Whimpered the distressed mother figure. "YOU should –
"It will do your other half no good, Lady Talia." Wayne tutted her performance. Even in chains, he still had her bound not to attack him, not to steal his life force and feast upon his flesh as other demons might have been luckier. She was cursed, not a demon but possessed to be one if she could not suppress her pain and her clan's want for survival in conquest. "I saved you countless times, Wayne."
"As have I from yourself, my lady." Wayne bowed as Talia's leggs returned while her tendrils again retracted back into her body. "Only you, can make me this way." She swayed as he caught himself in time to keep her from hitting the floor. "You were once stronger in will, yet Ra's has forced you to drink the vile poison that is in your blood never to do. Why would he curse his eldest daughter?" Bruce asked to her ear as she blushed and nearly shied from the question. "If I were ever to be a god's bride, I must forsake that part of myself." She told the captured lord. "Are your sins not forgiven? Have they not lost their memories by a similar branding."
"Nay, it was…. not to be. The walls put in place are supposed to fade over time, yet a mental trick I was taught by monks in the mountains told me otherwise that they will regain who it is the must aide."
"That may be, yet our Timothy will never wish to be called home to a realm of fracturd shadows." She smiled to the knight, as he picked her up bridal style to her bed. "Rest with me, my beloved…" She let her arms local round him to never let go again. "Father's magic is too much darkness for my beloved children to have to stomach. He will one day grow strong and foolish enough to test his power on a living catalyst."
"Damian will be safe, as will Timothy…I knew you'd hidden my memories after that capture in the manor."
"Well after." Talia chuckled as her long hair stayed over one side of her face a moment. "Bruce, will you go to Bluddbechia to find your eldest? What can I do to deter you from an early demise?"
"You can aide me, or step aside as your father has." Bruce let her go, the doors opening as he left the guards guessing that not much touching had allowed the snake in their lady to roam free. The walls did not stain themselves with the mate's blood, so the guards were somewhat relieved to see this change in their daughter of the Al – Ghul. "Have him brought to and returned to his cell, for now." Talia bit her lip as Bruce understood. This was all an act, yet Talia did not mind testing her father's loyalties to the crown. She did not mind it at all, as Wayne was chained and forced to walk while flanked back to front.
"Farewell once more tonight, my beloved." She softly waved good bye and blew out the candle by her bedside to lay down and rest.
Tonight, in a very long time…. she felt more beautiful than in her days pining for Wayne's fullest attention.
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He strained to walk home. His head was splitting by the time Todd found Mr. J's doorstep. He knocked but his efforts were cloudy as the man screamed at him even as Jason was falling out of consciousness. "You worried me, kiddo! I thought the guards took you to the mines…. why must I just give you all of what I got…Oh, Jay – Jay…" He shook his head and burrowed his damned lying face into his tattered sleeves. Weeping, so…he never cared. Jason didn't see the box being shut as he didn't wake for hours. Not hours, as Jason's fate was about to again shift over to….to something of a revolution in and of itself.
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She could have been no older than eight, but her brother had an ability to see what was out to kill her. Raising suspicious eyes below a mask from the foyer once upon a time, the dark eyed child moved as a rat about the crates. "This is…." The one searching over the boy's delicately ripped torso had only to say he'd put up a fight. "We can give you fifty, final offer –
"He's royalty! Didn't you see the crest on his hand?? I've had him growin' strong from an injury. You can't say that the league of demon's head fighters doesn't need his blood mixed up in your war, Cobb."
Her eyes watched and grew instantly bigger for the boy…he did look like he'd seen the world over. Could he be?
~ Brother, now? ~ She telepathically linked back.
~ Not yet, sister. We have to alert our caretaker and….and I believe you might be joined by someone of our party soon. ~ The broad-shouldered lad had out his spy glass as the assassins weren't active until Cobb gave them the signal to attack. They knew they were in trouble if someone reported this, but Cobb and his higher ups would go home with the coin and counting one more trafficked individual. A boy with raven hair and a crest upon his wrist of the House of Lord Wayne.
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Dick's nightmares were dreamscapes into another land of possibilities. How genuinely adorable that he thought himself a legend yet; as Slade passed across the temporal sound of crying, the voices all around him of a decade ago in the Wayne household.
~ Jason! Jason, Cassandra! You mustn't climb that high up! Father will –
"He's there."
Slade walked briskly as tendrils of synapses put up a struggle. This was the boy's mind. His memories were altered here by some strange event and Slade, the General needed to know if his son was right. That the real son of the knight of Jumperei and Gotemiln was still sleeping.
Until that fateful collapse of the General's walls, by gods…he would change the boy's fate to suit his own displeasure. So, he followed the screams and the cry of a crowd so long ago. Inside of his mother as she watched her husband do whatever the child in Grayson was trying to do to save his tiny adopted sister…
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It was a memory; he strongly took to. Jason had been tiring of their study in the garden and leaped at a chance to get away from Alfred in a snap of his ten-year-old fingers. At Twelve and thirteen, Richard was in charge of the two, while Tim was good and Stephanie stayed by him to eat biscuits as they'd been told while Alfred was tending to a call that had come through. "Jason! You cannot leave. Your big brother, he will….'
"You'll what?" The exuberant younger lad grinned and poked fun and Richard's goody – goody attitude. "Will you turn my bottom red and tell me off? Not even father may do that to you. I'm going to have fun, though you are welcome to see what I'm about to encounter!"
"JASON!" Richard romped off as Cassandra waddled away unsupervised. Tim shouted and a minute later, was calling to Richard that there was a tot, 'missing."
"Cassandra…." He gasped and headed after the stupid youth after an adventure he'd never lift from his shoulders. "You're being reckless." Richard called to his brother as he clambered up a tall oak to the fort built there far too long ago. It was after the rain that the wood had to be replaced, and poor Richard's heart hammered by WHO had managed to find a way up by way of her own abilities. Crawling, waddling, she was no limber thing. As Richard went along to find the ladder she'd found, he climbed. Todd was too busy trying to scale a tree branch to stop. He thought if he beat the youth to the top, she wouldn't fall. He'd catch her. Richard went ever faster, his long legs not long enough. He was a child of ill fate and good stock regardless as he'd been told about his family. The register had taken months, but he knew…he knew he had such strength inside that he dragged his legs up just as Cassandra was about to take a step. Todd was clinging to a branch like the chimp he'd become. Richard moved, trying to coax the babe, but she would not be deterred. "Cass A-
She flew not like a bird, nor fell like a rock as Richard used the rotten wood as a springboard to catch the squealing daughter of the proud Wayne family into his shaking arms. He froze as he fell, and fall…. fall….it was…. he was a very lucky child of one, Minervan rite….
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"He could have been seriously, damaged…. Master Bruce!"
Bruce walked off as the scene played on. His sons climbing in a dying tree, trying to save the second youngest from falling to her doom. So young, and he wasn't there.
"Richard…. I…. father –
"Jason, go to bed."
"But –
"NO. As I said." He pointed to the dark, winding stairwell, Jason ducking his shoulders as if he'd be hit. "To bed, Alfred will be up –
"He…. he does everything, you do know?" Jason sniffed and with tears on his ten-year-old face, faced his father. "Richard is like a nanny and…and, that's not his job!! I want him to be ok…that's all…. you could have gone to see him."
"Jason, he's alright."
Jason looked up. "Father…. you…you think he'll be angry?"
"I don't truly know." Bruce said in a wrecked voice. "Head to bed, comfort Tim."
"Tim is with Stephanie." Jason grumbled with tears in his eyes. "May…. ah…. I stay with you, tonight?"
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Notice how Tim, Richard and Jason are speaking informally. This is normal as they are in a fictional industrial – style age mix era. Alt to the fact that they are too young to, and Bruce is speaking to children so it to me is…could be better. That's why they don't have the same dialect either as teens. Jason was raised in the slums and is now being sold by Mr. Jay to Cobb's crew as a child soldier. Well, teen. And to add to more of that?? Who is watching their backs in the shadows at eight years old with a telepathic link with her "brother?" Find out if the General digs far enough to find what is keeping Richard's memories alive in the background??? Soon!