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Clash of Realms
CHP52: On to Her
Collectively they walked about taking in the overall surroundings. It was large, beautiful but most notably loud with so much going on in every direction. And she didn't know at one point, looking back to ask a question but the child had vanished.
"Audrey!" she panicked, spinning in a full circle.
She shouted her name a couple times after that, but there was no answer and instead of losing her mind she settled herself and took a few breathes. The princess of the Aensland household with not only out of view, but her energy signature was also out of range. But… but that simply wasn't possible, as it was just moments ago that she felt the child's presence which could only mean one thing.
"Audrey…" she murmured her name with clinched fists this time around, which was more of a growl.
There was no doubt about it, Audrey had taken off intentionally in an attempt to hide herself from the witch. And already halfway across town she flew about, but high enough from the surface so not to be seen. But the child succubi got careless and crash landing, into an alleyway as she bounced off the walls and smashing down over the top of a dumpster. She slowly rolled sideways and off the dumpster where her body dropped over the cement surface. She coughed out and grabbing at her side in ache as she slowly pushed up and dusting herself off. There was a smile on her face, knowing she had successfully separated from the witch and now there was really only one thing on her mind. Her eyes searched around for a certain building as she dashed out of the alley and it wasn't hard to find, being one of the taller buildings in town and was only a few blocks away and she was going to do this her way. Gulping and her shoulders tightening, the child couldn't recall the last time she was this nervous about something. But she'd waited a long while for this and there was no turning back and took off down the block with sureness in her strides but inwardly tense. And before she knew it the succubi was standing in front of the Wayne Enterprises building. In her left pocket was a handheld mirror, which she pulled out and taking a look at herself. Of course she was in disguise, appearing with light brown hair and dark colored eyes and her hair tied in two long pigtails. She wore a red t-shirt with white trimming and blue jeans, taking one final deep breath as she walked to the entrance doors.
And when she came within just a couple feet of the door her steps became slower, and with a little more than a foot to go her steps slowed up. She extended an arm towards the doorknob, and as she did the door itself was pulled open and someone smiling down over her in a dark gray suit.
"Little girl, are you lost? Where are your parents?"
"Not lost," she shook her head. "I'ma here to see someone."
The guard got down on a knee and patted her over the head.
"Oh really, and who might that be?"
"Bruce Wayne," she said without reluctance.
Biting at his tongue, he didn't expect such a reply and holding back from laughing.
"Listen kid, yur gonna have to get lost."
He barely just began to stand when her eyes flashed green so bright and mesmerizing.
"I said I'm here to see, Bruce Wayne. Take me to him, pretty please."
His eyes too flashed that same shade of green as his entire mind went cloudy and his thoughts fixated on only a single thing.
"Yes… as you command."
His tone was dull with no energy or liveliness, and Audrey with a smile following him into the building. They only got about as far as halfway across the lobby before the receptionist took a stand from her desk. They were headed for the elevators but she jogged and cutting off their path.
"Hello, sir," she waved to both the guard and young girl following behind him. "Children aren't allowed in this area…"
Audrey turned and making eye contact with that same woman and a flash in her eyes just as the last and the woman succumbing to the same effects as the guard before her.
"You may return to your counter, your service isn't needed," Audrey said.
"Of course," the woman nodded. "Sorry for the disturbance."
The woman turned and returned to her desk with her thoughts vacant while Audrey and the guard proceeded through the elevator doors and headed for the top level in the press of a button. And as with the first two the child used her charm ability on any and all that tried approaching. Employees at Wayne Enterprises, on the very floor of Bruce Wayne's office, would immediately say the best part of their job was when the boss stepped through the doors and displaying that billion dollar smile which seemed to be so contagious and putting everyone in a great mood. He had that special spark about him, the kind that you couldn't help but be lifted.
Most could remember the first time he took over and were given a stern lecture as guidelines were set before introductions. No newspapers or magazines were to be present. And when before and after important meetings, conversations were to stay professional and on the subject matter concerning the assemblage. He used to joke no poker, or card games involving money (Because to quote Wayne himself, "I'd clean all of you out."
Things were surely about to get interesting, as she looked around but to that point hadn't seen him but his office just ahead. A person often had no control over their initial thoughts about something; it's reacting, really, which is why what first came to mind was often off-the-wall. What would her first words to him even be? There was no way off the bat she could tell him that she was his daughter, could she? Coming into this, Audrey felt she was more than ready for this and it wasn't until now that she really started having some doubts. Shaking that train of thought away, she smiled in a way she hoped didn't look like a maniac, slowly skipping in the direction of his office door. More than half of the workers on that level had been effected by her charm ability. Excitedly she dashed into the main office but found it to be empty.
"No one here," she scratched at her chin whilst turning and looking back towards the door.
She called for anyone and two office workers closes to the door entered.
"Where is your boss, Bruce Wayne?"
"Out for the evening. Won't be in again until tomorrow afternoon, give or take," one responded.
Taking a few steps back, Audrey hopped over and atop his desk where she sat and one leg crossed over the other.
"Hhhhmm…" she thought to herself while her legs dangled.
Her fingers scratched and grazed the surface of the desk. There was very many ways she could go about this, but there was only one that she really took into consideration.
"Okay then, go ahead and call him. Tell him that it's a pressing matter."
XXX
Three found themselves in front of the bat computer but the Dark Knight himself with the flash drive in hand connected it to the computer's hard drive and the extraction of information commencing as he removed the cowl from his head and set it aside. Tsukune and Robin stood on either side of him, waiting silently. Among them, no one was more eager to see what sort of information was on hand than the head chairman himself. Daizo had after all attacked his academy and inflicting minimal damage on a few of his students.
"Master Bruce," the voice of Alfred echoed from the steps up top.
He was with a tray walking down the steps and coming up on the three, who seemed so dialed in as if he weren't even there. And while setting the tray aside, the butler too looked up on screen jusy as the firewalls were disabled along with the encryptions.
"Mister Aono, good to see you again," Alfred took notice of him as he looked away from the computer screen.
But he was quite different on appearance as to what Alfred was used to seeing, particularly the silver and black armor.
"You as well," Tsukune responded, but never lowering his eyes from off the screen.
Coughing and clearing his throat, Alfred took a couple steps to the side and with his hands neatly folded behind his back.
"And what is all this, sir?" he looked to the caped crusader.
"Information we gathered from a mobster that might lead to bigger fish. A werewolf by the code name Daizo was responsible for an attack on Tsukune and the academy."
And before he had the opportunity to speak another word there was an alert message and a ringing sound which came along with it. And the message read, "Incoming call from Wayne Enterprises."
"Computer, end call," Batman sat back in his chair. "I'll call back later."
He figured it to be nothing of great importance and besides they had their hands full with something weighty.
XXX
For the last hour and a half she found herself cooped up inside her basement, working up a new spell with a collection of different ingredients. She was with a slip of paper in hand, with directions, the proper recipe and proportions that were supposed to be added. These components were all one after another added inside the pot and the witch mixing it all together while she added a few additional fluids in the colors of reds, purples and blues. Somewhere along the way something must have gone wrong; not enough of something or too much of something else. Or maybe she outright screwed up the formula. Regardless of the cause the witch backed off as the shaking around the pot increased.
Backtracking hurriedly, she didn't for a moment take her eyes off the pot but almost wished she had as the entire thing exploded; her face and a majority of her clothing covered in ooze. She grumbled as the pot tumbled over sideways and more of what was inside spilling over the ground. It only made matters worse feeling the oozing sensation trickling down both sides of her cheeks. Rolling her eyes and walking forward she lifted and set the pot back in place with a sigh as she looked to the staircase. She took to them and knowing exactly what she needed. The witch had gotten all dirty and her mind sort of all over the place. A little time away from work would do wonders, and perhaps a meal but there was something that needed to happen before any of that.
"I need a shower," she murmured.
First she cleaned the area before taking to the steps and closing off the basement with a magical seal and taking to the shower on the upper levels. Following that she changed into a night gown and already her mind had more clarity, progressing to the kitchen. On her way down the steps, she was somewhat startled by the doorbell ringing but picked up pace as she skipped down the steps. Had Zatanna returned already? That was her presumption as she came up on the front door and pulled it open.
"Yukari, good evening."
A woman waved, standing over the porch and another beside her.
"Akasha and… and Morrigan," the witch bowed her head. "How do you do?"
"Very well," the pink haired vampire smiled. "I hope this isn't too late for you, because there's something I'd like to talk about. It shouldn't take up much time."
Yukari hadn't a clue why the vampire queen was standing in her doorway, but it was a pleasant surprise. Moving aside, she invited both inside and they gladly accepted the invitation where they followed Yukari into the living room where they all took a seat.
"Okay, so what can I do for you?" the witch said happily with her arms crossed and hands clasped.
This had been quite the interesting few days. First was the Justice League, reaching out for assistance and now the princess of the monster realm. It didn't get much better than that, far as visitors and she felt a little bit special.
"Does this have to do with Moka and Tsukune?"
"No, not even close," Akasha sat back with one leg crossed over the other.
The vampire was now dressed in a light blue qipao dress and a dark blue bow in her hair and Morrigan in a short white skirt, brown boots and a purple t-shirt.
"It's about the call from San, the one to you. Eye witnesses put you on the battlefield, during and after the Gala Bang event. Don't worry, you aren't in any trouble. It's questions about your travel companion that I'd like some answers to. Zatanna is her name, is that right?" Akasha inquired.
Yukari tilted back and resting her back against the sofa, but didn't waiver. So much for what she thought might be a personal visit by the mighty Dark Lord to check in on her to see how she was doing. Still, she expected as much that someone would drop in after the nightly evens; just not so soon.
"Oh Zatnna, her," Yukari nodded and spoke in such a way as to brush the notion off as if it weren't such a big deal. "Yeah we met a short while ago and were meeting to compare notes. You know, from one magic user to another. Sure, I'm a witch and she's a mage but there's similarities in what we do. Why not gain some intel and knowledge from one of the best to do it?"
Her shoulders nudged while she leaned further and her hands behind her head. Akasha and Morrigan shot one another a quick glimpse just as the Dark Lord's eyes returned to the witch.
"When and where did you meet, if I may ask? I'm not questioning your story, just find it a bit odd that you'd be so cozy with such an individual and not say so to anyone."
"Well, you know it all just happened so quickly, didn't really have much time to really think about it. Wouldn't exactly say we're close buds or that cozy, this was sort of like our first official get together if you know what I mean. Last night, that is."
Yukari didn't particularly enjoy lying to the face of Bloodriver Akasha… but then again it wasn't as if everything she said was false. There were truths present within the misrepresentations, which did help to make her feel a little bit better about the situation. After all what she was helping with was for a good cause, even if she had little to no clue what. This was after all the JLA who had done nothing but good for the world, even if damages were done along the way.
"And where did you meet?" Akasha went a little bit further.
"A magic show," Yukari answered. "A couple days in New Mexico I spent touring and attended one of the shows where she happened to be performing in a side event. So yeah…"
The witch only hoped the vampire was convinced by the story even if she was somewhat doubtful. Sitting there, she appeared calm and chill, hoping that would be enough.
"Well then," Akasha smirked with her hands extended out over her knees. "If that's how you say it went, then I believe you."
At that, Yukari felt a heavy weight lifted from her body and breathing freely while she stood from the couch.
"You know. I was just about to make supper, would you two care to join me? I could really use the company."
"Of course. We'd like that," Akasha again smiled.
"Wonderful, I'll go get things started. If you want to help me in the kitchen, I could use another set of helping hands."
She gave a subtle wink at them right before going for the kitchen. And it wasn't until she was out of sight that Morrigan who hadn't spoken a word the entire time resituated over the sofa and facing her body to the vampire.
"What's your judgement, you think she speaks the truth or…"
"Not sure," Akasha cut the succubus off. "But I know Yukari. She's a good person and pure of heart. Anything she does would be with good intent. I'm choosing to trust her, even if I'm uncertain of her story. And as I've been told over and over, because of Zatanna's efforts far less were killed."
Morrigan played with a fiber of hair over the left side of her face.
"Stop me if I'm wrong, but as I recall this witch is a close friend of your daughter's. How can you be so sure to put so much confidence in her?"
"You forget, I was once essentially connected to Moka on the outside. What she saw, felt and went through… as did I. Her outer form was a clone of mine, forged in place and connected through the Rosario. My specialty of Black Arts. Come, let us lend Yukari a hand."
Akasha took hold of Morrigan, pulling her up and into the kitchen across the room.
XXX
Cecily Hadlee just finished forging five uniformed swords for Prince Arlo's newly assigned bodyguards. She hoped the new ones would work better than the last, far as durability. The elf had been so hard at work between her Vindellorien duties and her secret meetings and errands ran for the underground mafia, as she liked to think of them. The Xsouviz. Cecily herself wouldn't mind seeing how this new form of the yokai would work, and she would help in the downfall of her queen and king as she'd been promised, land and a little bit of power for her role in everything. Finishing her latest task she walked into King Delbert's throne room.
"Ah, Miss Hadlee," said the queen, "I see you've completed your task. Thank you. The prince will be very appreciative."
In the snap of a finger and looking to two of the security persons standing near her, the queen instructed that one go and get Arlo Arlo and his men. And with the bow of his head, he did exactly this, passing through a side door and knowing where to find the prince. One level down and within the armory is where he found not only Arlo, but his five guards as well.
"My prince," the guard bowed his head. "The queen requests your presence, all of you."
"On the way," Arlo responded.
They followed him straight to the throne room where they met with the queen. Arlo was a bit surprised to see Cecily standing there in the middle of the room.
"Each of you, take one. They're all the same," Queen Avis said.
Arlo greeted his mother and they were with a quick exchange. Afterwards he turned his attention to another individual within the room, clearing his throat while making his way down from the steps surrounding the throne chair. The prince of Vindellorien didn't get the opportunity to speak as she was the first to open her mouth.
"I would like to speak to you in private, my prince."
He shared that exact thought and was without an argument as he followed her out of the throne room.
"Have you heard anything… anything at all?"
"Nothing," he confirmed with the shake of his head.
The two of them went for a long walk which put them faraway from anyone, so that they may have a private conversation without being disturbed.
"Suzzco promised me she would bring her back, but… but it feels like ions ago since we split in that forest. No letters, no nothing. She's a powerful vampire warrior, one of the best but even she couldn't hope to take on an entire army and hope to succeed on her own."
Arlo was with clinched fists and couldn't help but think about the worst that might have become of the youngest of them all. But that wasn't all, his angers and frustrations weren't directed at strictly the situation. In fact she knew and could feel a lot of it was aimed right at her.
"It's me. You're still angry with how I left, I was only following a direct order my prince… her orders."
They continued along and further down from there and he said nothing until they came to an eventual stop.
"This hate ... I thought I could get away from it. But it dogs me no matter where I go. To feel and think about you, her sword, abandoning her," Arlo sighed, "That is one order you should have dismissed," he turned to walk away from her.
"Arlo, it's okay," Cecily grabbed his arm before he could get away from her.
The prince spun her around, and pinned her against the wall, an angry look on his face. Cecily gasped as she hit the cement wall in surprise and pain. She hadn't known that the prince would react that way, though it was turning her on seeing him like this, oddly. Much different to the time he lashed out on her in front of the king and queen. Arlo's face softened when he saw that he had hurt her and let her arms go. But she wasn't about to let him get away just like that. He needed someone tonight, and it was going to be her. She'd been with her fair share of men, but never once had she entertained the idea of being with Lady Isla's older brother.
Before Arlo could get away, she leaned up and kissed his lips. He tasted wonderful and she wanted more. So, she grabbed him and twisted them around and pushed him up against the wall. He seemed surprised by her actions, but there was a combination of anger and desire in his eyes. With no fight from the prince she resumed their kiss. His arms went around her waist, pulling her into him. Her hands slid through his hair, pulling his mouth closer to hers, fusing them together in a passionate kiss. She had never in her life done something like this with someone of the royal family, yet it all seemed to be coming to her naturally. Her body felt like it was on fire wherever Arlo touched, and she had an irresistible urge to rip her clothes from her body. She wanted the prince to touch her like he meant something, like he lived only for her touch.
Her imaginations were cut short when Arlo flipped them around, pinning her against the wall once more. Yet this time, her legs raised from the ground to rest around his hips, letting Arlo press his body even closer to her. His pelvis pressed against hers, firmly pushing his arousal against her own. She couldn't help but let out a sigh as she felt an insatiable need for him. She couldn't help but wonder what it was going to feel like having Arlo inside her, and felt ever so dirty. Isla would totally kill her if she found out. Cecily moaned out loud as he began kissing and sucking her neck.
"Arlo," she groaned, as he hit her sweet spot.
There was just something so erotic and sensual about a man, or in this case an elf, biting her neck.
"Take me," Cecily whispered.
Arlo was more than happy to oblige her request and led her to a nearby guestroom, but kept a lookout and made certain no one had eyes on them. The bed wasn't great, but it would do to suit their purpose. Tonight had nothing to do about their comfort; it was all about the passion. Arlo laid her down over the bed, his lips still attached to hers. Her hands busied themselves getting Arlo out of his clothes. Her hands slid his leather armor off his shoulders, as she glided them provocatively over the skin it revealed. Arlo stopped their kiss so he could watch her as she undressed him. Once his top half was removed, she traced her fingers over his bare abs.
As she trailed her fingers across his stomach, steadily getting lower and lower, his eyes never left hers. She sighed in appreciation of his well-toned stomach, her touch exciting him further. As she proceeded towards the large bulge in his pants, his breathing became more unsteady. Biting her lip nervously, she placed her hand over his crotch and grabbed him gently. He shuddered a sigh, his eyes closing in contentment. Then, she began to tenderly rub him, squeezing lightly. This time she extracted a moan from his lips. Arlo grabbed her wrist, stopping her torment. His hands then slid up her stomach till they reached her chest, where he undid the clip on her armor, pulling the leather material down, exposing her breasts to him. A feral hunger shined in his eyes as he gazed upon the naked flesh he had uncovered. His hand, almost timidly, came to cup one breast in his palm. Her nipples hardened, making the sensation of his rough skin against her sensitive buds even more pleasurable.
"You are so beautiful, and must be punished for what you did," he whispered, bringing his mouth down onto her.
Cecily gasped out as his tongue flicked across her nipple. Her hands grasped the sheets beneath her as unimaginable pleasure assaulted her. His mouth was hot and unrelenting as he sucked on her bosom. Her arousal was assembling between her legs, ready for him to take her. He worked her breasts until she orgasmed from what he did. Blinding pleasure raked her body, making her convulse beneath him.
When the last of her tremors stopped, Arlo lifted his head to look at Cecily, a smirk upon his lips. She raised herself so that her lips could connect with his in a heated kiss. She showed him no mercy as her tongue danced with his, occasionally biting his lip aggressively. She helped him rid himself of his pants, and she could finally gaze upon the hidden member within. She bit her lip, pleased with herself that she had made him so aroused. She blushed profusely when he caught her staring. Cecily distracted him from his teasing as she started to unbuckle her pants. She peeled off the skin-tight material, pulling off her underwear with them, and discarded the items on the floor. When she looked back at Arlo, he was staring at her as if she had just turned into a goddess. And just when she went to cover herself, Arlo grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head.
"Do not cover yourself, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You're gorgeous in every inch," he spoke firmly, but there was kindness behind it.
She watched him as he gave her a hot kiss, and then positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his member teasing her. Arlo leered at her before he sheathed himself completely in her. Cecily gasped in surprise at the sudden throbbing as they became one. He looked down at her to see if she was alright, but clear she was experienced. And so Arlo rocked back and forth, the steady rhythm bringing her closer to another orgasm, she wrapped her legs around his hips. The movement gave him better access to her insides, making his thrusts deeper. Her moans were silent, trying her best to keep quiet as possible so that they weren't of Form
XXX
It was bright and sunny out, just the way she liked it and was even better given he was alongside her. In fact he sat across from her and any and every moment spent with him had been the best, especially in the darkest of days. The siren reached across the table with Gin's hands in hers and their gazes locked. He had called her earlier that morning about some time out together and of course she wouldn't consider declining. After a quick discussion they decided on brunch, both enjoying the overall atmosphere. The sun glimmered bright and it's heat undeniable but lucky for them they'd been seated at a table under an umbrella.
"San," he started up. "I'm… I'm sorry about the other night. It wasn't supposed to be like that, I just wanted to take you out and have a good time."
"I know, I know. We're here, alive and well. Let's be thankful for that and not dwell on the ugly and the ones that lost their lives. A little off topic, but there's something I've been meaning to ask. That woman, the one who fought the wizard accountable for the destruction and chaos, Zatanna. Have you seen her before, I remember you telling me that about seven years ago Tsukune and Moka had accompanied themselves with the Justice League."
"Saw and fought her… well sort of," Gin chuckled, removing his hands from hers while he leaned back.
The werewolf in human form seemed to be in deep thought as he looked up towards the sky. Soon he was with his hands behind his head and a laugh fleeing his lips which got San curious, more so than she already was.
"That's it," Gin shook his head and grinning wide. "She was brainwashed, I think. Under Fairy Tale's control at the time and we were out in the dessert. Yeah, those of us that were there really got our butts handed to us."
"Now I'm interested. Tell me more about it?" San slanted and with her elbows over the table top.
Patting his hands together Gin thought back to that time and trying to recall all of what happened but then came voices calling out to them, pleasantly.
"San, Gin… over here!"
San was the first to stand and turning her body as she looked across the patio and that's when she spotted both, two persons she considered not only close friends but family.
"Mizore, Kurumu!"
The siren took off running, meeting them halfway and embracing in a group hug while Gin remained around the table but standing.
"So relieving to know you're in one piece," the Yuki-Onna held her tight while sucking on a lollipop. "Sorry I didn't see it sooner, the call. Life got the better of me."
"I was in the middle of an audition," Kurumu shook her head in regret. "I cancelled and put all meetings in the near future on hold so that I could return and check with you to confirm that you were okay. Heck, I even left my mother behind without even the slightest warning. What even happened?!"
San just pointed towards the table and motioning for them to follow, which they did. There were two additional seats which the siren pulled out with both Kurumu and Mizore taking a seat.
"It was a party. To an event we never would have access to, but thanks to Tsukune who handed his tickets down to Gin, we went in the place of him and Moka. And at the end of the night, five were pronounced dead, but I imagine that"
"Yeah and it was the perfect night until all hell broke loose. Hell, even now we have no idea what the hell Fairy Tale was doing there…"
"Fairy Tale!" Kurumu and Mizore shouted simultaneous to each other.
"That's right," San nodded her head. "Akua Shuzen was among them, but for the others… unrecognizable. I'd never before seen them."
"Same," Gin added. "But as I've heard from Tsukune, Fairy Tale has been stacking up on new members."
The succubus and Yuki-Onna looked at each other for a quick moment.
"That's insane, they must have had a reason for being there… do you really not have any idea why they were there? They aren't the type to attack for no reason, not without something to gain," Mizore queried.
Kurumu was with the nod of her head, thinking just as her close friend.
"We do not, but I think someone does," the werewolf crossed his arms. "The event host, Fafnir the king of Arcenill Mount. Both he and Lara of Draspeya were jarring off about luring them, but I don't know how they did it or why…"
Gin clutched his fists and his teeth gritted.
"Lara claimed responsibility for the outcome, but that just isn't good enough. Tell that to the families that suffered lost ones or sustained life changing injuries. Tsukune and Moka have close ties to the emperor, who by now is probably overseeing the whole thing. Are best bet to find out anything is going to be through Tsukune or Moka. I'm just thankful we got out alive. For a second there I was a bit worried," Gin reached around San with his arm and pulled her in towards him.
Rubbing the side of her head against him, San smiled.
"Fairy Tale is on a whole different level now than what we've faced in the past, if that wizard is any indication."
"And you said this sorceress was an enemy of the Justice League, well I'd say so. That sort of power is on a whole different playing field," Mizore tilted her head while she continued sucking on the lollipop. "But lucky we've got the league in our back pocket… from what I've been told."
A brief moment of quietness followed and Gin levelled his posture.
"Don't know if we can call it that or not, from what I've got from it both sides aren't all buddy, buddy… but there has been active dialog. In our most recent phone conversation, Tsukune tells me there hasn't been a whole lot of interaction since the league's visit to Apollo's estate, which I'm still somewhat bummed out for not going. Pfff, can't help not having a less busy schedule," Gin shrugged.
Putting on a smirk, San slid her seat over and closer beside Kurumu.
"An update, how goes the pursuing of your career?"
"It's going. Still very many roadblocks, but nothing I can't handle. And I've realized along the way beauty isn't my only talent, but this," Kurumu cleared her throat.
The group listened as she sung a tune, and while they had no idea to what, the perfection in her voice was like that of the natural wind or that of the most glamorous ocean waves gliding about daintily. It was a small sample, but nonetheless she was applauded by them all. She had done so well and with a delicate voice that San even consider it might be a siren's voice if she didn't know any better, and silently chuckled at the notion.
"That really was beautiful, you weren't kidding," Mizore complimented.
"You can say that again," Gin added.
Collectively they looked to switch subject matters and discuss things which were far less hectic.
"You've got me even more interested now," Mizore was with her chin resting in the palm of her hand and her elbows atop the table. "Hit me up with your next audition, and or event and I'll so be there."
"Same, I think it would be fun… to see you perform live," San agreed.
From then they engaged in small conversation with both Kurumu and Mizore joining the couple for brunch. The wait wasn't very long before a waitress swooped by their table.
XXX
The time of the global powers significant influence within the monster realm was passing, everyone with their eyes opened to the events of the realm had to see that. Everyone, even the one who had seen it in a different form, which was known only from distant stories. Those stories faded as well in the fleeting memory of so many species of monsters who now rule, whose kingdoms blossomed with new beauty after the wars that had come to pass. The past tribes of glory were sure to rise from ashes and ruins, but this time to stay.
The world no longer had a place for the misguided and weak. The new age belonged to the top of the food chain, the most powerful of monsters which carried their own weight. Miukei had seen it too; in the groups coming and going through Hiklorhan and sailing out. She had heard it in the cries and in the whispers of the waves, calling to the immortal lands even those who had known them more like an old tale than a real, existing place. The havens emptied, just like the former kingdoms of the mighty. Ships nowadays carried their passengers into the journey without a comeback, or much of a plan.
From behind her the Shipwright too heard the singing that had called so many times when he was out on sea. It was like music to his ears, a true melody. In his younger days he merely constructed a ship and stepped on the deck, appreciating its beauty. Saying nothing of it and admired his work that he may or may not see again. But with time he realized there was something missing from his life, something he needed and wanted. It was an unknown emptiness and it wasn't until he set sail for the first time that he realized what had been missing all along.
The vampire too recalled her first boat ride and the journey long, but pleasant and graceful. The ship flew on the calm waters, every evening coming to meet the setting sun, every time seemingly getting closer but remaining too far to be able to catch Miukei. She was but a child than, just over the age of nine. She and Selene both had snuck on and boarded a human ship, setting sail from Japan to England. It had been the first time they found themselves in the world of man and were simply looking to explore. And it was through these journeys where they witnessed and learned of humans repulse and hatred for monsters, and their hearts hardened. And twelve years from that day, at the beginning of the sixteenth century their true natures had been discovered while they'd been passing through France at the time. Humans learned of their true nature, captured and tortured them in front of the public, making a show of it. They'd been stripped of everything, including their clothing and their execution set for the following morning, by way of beheading. But another came to their rescue through the night, another of their kind, a vampire. And she would soon thereafter reveal herself as Lailay Izami. They became a trio from that point forward and just twenty eight years after, they met with who would eventually become their master and queen of vampires, Bloodriver Akasha.
She'd been on many ship rides in accordance to missions assigned by the Dark Lord since. Finally, though, joy and expectance was replaced with dullness and then with growing concern. A day had already passed, the sea and the sky were the only things around them and their destination was not even a distant point on the horizon.
The elf lieutenant appeared over the deck not far behind them. She looked out far ahead passed any of what they focused on, mostly being the rough waves that clashed. The shipwright called on much of the crew with thrilled shouts, but didn't realize what he saw, but Isla came in over them and having a look for herself and it was impossible to fool the keen eyes of the elf. She knew exactly what she saw, and what was taken for an island was remains of a ship. The Shipwright ordered to change the direction, they got as close as they could, but time had slurred the name and wind and storms had paled the colors, so even the maker couldn't distinguish his work.
"What is happening?!" Dinah Lance appeared from one of the upper decks.
The ship continued forward as they came upon other wreckage, at first just few, but soon the flat line of the horizon was covered with dead, empty ships.
"Damn…" Isla murmured.
Dinah and Luke joined a majority who stood on the deck and observed the wrecks with growing terror. Some of them were old, barely visible over the marine, but the others were fresh, with sashes and names still visible on the wounded sides. The seas seemed to be calm and deep and yet the empty shells that were created by battle drifted on the surface, though the elf was oddly certain that no treacherous traps hid in the waters from those that came before them until it was too late to avoid the misfortune. Isla could only imagine how one after another, the ships sank and drowned the passengers. They must have been so terrified, she thought. Everyone looked until they had to accept what was right in front of them.
"This is… horrible," Dinah murmured.
"What happened here, do you think?" Luke came in between the elf and vampire.
"A battle, or perhaps an ambush. Such occurrences are common, especially in these parts. We must be very weary going forward," Isla looked to him.
There was no going back now, whatever lied ahead they would have to power their way through. At the captain's gesture the sails rattled in the wind and the engine started as they were propelled through and rerouting from the desired route.
"What is happening?" Dinah felt and noticed the ship changing course.
"We cannot stick to this path," the captain came into the picture from the left. "Or we might get caught up in whatever happened here. We'll still manage to reach our destination, but a day and a half late. Keep in mind, that doesn't put us in the clear. These oceans are dangerous all around, from natural hazards to ongoing conflicts between mostly surface dwellers as ourselves and those who reside under the sea. That is it however. Nothing to see here, everyone return to your posts!"
The deck progressively cleared from there and many returning to their previous activities.
XXX
She sat back in her chair and flinging small star shaped daggers into the ceiling target board above her workspace. It almost made her feel like she was a teenager again, an up and coming novice. She used to do this so constantly in between her studies in those days. The Dark Lord was satisfied with the rearrangements in her office, but felt there were still some things that needed to be moved around. The heat outside was oppressive and she was thrilled the capital building was with a central air conditioning unit that had been installed shortly after her return.
It had been a pretty good week, and especially the small get together with Yukari Sendo the night before. She enjoyed spending time with those from her past which she had special connections with. And Morrigan had been on a very behavior, not in one of her moods which was also another positive.
But there were also other things on her mind. Just a few days passed there had been a vampire royal that stopped by her office with the strangest request. He wanted the Dark Lord to put a hit on his ex-wife and to make her go away in a way that couldn't be tracked. She may have been the only current Dark Lord, but there were plenty of assassins around that very easily could have accomplished such a task. She instead had the individual arrested on the spot and was awaiting his hearing. Akasha sighed while she thought back to the details of the encounter. Off the bat she entertained his offer and acted out as if she might be of assist.
"My standard rate is at minimum of two thousand, but it's all dependent on the target. It could be less or a whole lot more," she handed him a slip of paper, where he wrote down both he and his target's info.
The whole thing was really unbelievable and she couldn't believe how he was so willingly giving up his name and so much information. And when she learned his ex was part of the administration of civil services, and looking to shut down his small weapons trade/business she was even more intrigued. The arresting officers informed her they will be in touch with her and the queen figured that it might be a good time to do some networking with some of the other firms.
And as she finished throwing the seventh dagger, a nearby clock above her head went off with a loud ring. And it wasn't just any clock but a special one which she used as an alarm of sorts to inform her of an important meeting within the following hour in advance. The doors to her office however unexpectedly opened and entering was a familiar face but with two security persons him acquainting him. As they made eye contact he waved and she did the same back with a smile, watching him stop short of her desk.
"Akasha-san, good day."
"Good day to you as well," Tsukune," Akasha tilted her head. "You may leave us."
The vampire look to both guards who were quickly on their way out.
"Only have a few, I am to meet with someone shortly; what was the result of the information you recovered?" she asked.
Tsukune looked around and spotting a chair, which he pulled up in front of her desk and sitting backwards within it as he faced her.
"Names, dates, times and places including venues of campaign. Batman managed to pass the firewalls and uncover it all, but still… none of it gave us Daizo's location. But we do have one thing working for us, recruitments of his pack ranks. A through E. During the questioning of one from the bar, we found that Daizo is constantly looking for recruits to add to his ever growing gang, and to our luck we have a rough estimation of where the next meeting will be held."
Akash looked him over while and spinning another star shaped dagger over her pointer finger.
"Drop in, crash the party and hope that he's there?"
"That was an idea, but I came up with an even better one. Undercover, we're going to send someone in. He doesn't know it yet, but he's perfect for the job."
"Gin?" Akasha responded as she tossed the dagger clear across the room and connected with the red dot of the bullseye target.
"You guessed it. But he won't be alone in there, I'll be in radio contact the whole time. It's all going to work out, we'll soon have this guy and figure what he was after and then you can return him to Reinganar in one piece. But how about Yukari-san, did you see her?"
The pink haired vampire was with a nod of her head.
"Morrigan and I. Yukari is holding up well, considering. Excellent to know you've got everything figured out. Truly Tsukune, you've shown so much growth and I'm proud of you, just as I am Moka."
Standing from the chair, Tsukune was with a grin that he couldn't hide, even if he wanted.
"Good to hear that, I was just on my way to see her after I stopped by here, Moka-san and I together. She'll probably beat me to the punch, but that's fine… I'll only be a little bit behind. But yeah, there's still one thing I wanted to ask before taking off. That, last night. Are you…"
Chortles from the Dark Lord quieted him, and Tsukune scratching at the back of his head apprehensively.
"Oh yeah, that…" her gaze fell upon the table and he could see her embarrassment. "Could you not say anything about that, for now? We're, I mean the whole affair is confusing, but we're going to work it out."
Tsukune's mouth dropped open somewhat. That response answering little to nothing.
"Ah, so does this mean you guys are an item like…"
"I'd really rather not discuss it, if that's okay," she looked him off and twiddling with her fingers.
The awkwardness was felt between them and Tsukune immediately backing away and nothing further to ask.
"I get it, your business; your personal stuff. Got it. My lips are zipped shut, and I hope it works out for you. You deserve happiness, Akasha-san."
She beamed at the comment and her hands gripped together.
"Thank you, Tsukune. You're welcomed to stop by any time. Here, my castle, no appointment needed. You're family."
Bowing his head, Tsukune then turned and took off for the exit doors while Akasha prepared herself for the upcoming meeting.
XXX
It was a little after noon as he approached the Wayne Enterprises building and made his way through the automatic doors. Bruce Wayne was with his usual smile but the overall tone was different to what he was accustomed to, and it was Lucius Fox that came towards him from clear across the room. Beforehand he had taken note of the various missed calls from his corporation, but honestly didn't think much of it.
"Lucius," his smirk widened as his good friend came within just a foot of him.
"Mister Wayne, follow me," Lucius turned his back and was on his way with Bruce only a couple steps behind him. "We had a certain visitor of sorts last night, and while I wasn't here in person I managed to review the footage."
"What happened?" Bruce asked simply.
"Rather than tell you, I'll let you see for yourself."
Bruce wasn't sure what he should make of this, and just decided to keep quiet as they stepped through the elevator doors and a couple floors up. From there they went straight for the maintenance room where a couple persons were near the different panels and controlling the different panels.
"Mister Wayne is here, go ahead and roll the footage."
Everything had already been set in place perfectly as they had long since anticipated his arrival and the CEO of the billion dollar company with his eyes over the monitors. And the common theme with each was that of a young girl present on each screen, who couldn't have been older than ten.
"Who is she?" Bruce questioned.
Lucius turned and looking to Bruce.
"We were hoping that you could tell us," Fox was with his arms crossed. "She was in search of you, and managed to make it all the way to your office."
"My office?!" Bruce exclaimed. "How did she manage to get that far?"
"She simply just asked and they listened… but there's more to it. Everyone that made contact with this young girl have said the same thing."
"Being?"
"This might sound very unlikely, like something out of a fiction novel. But those that did talk with the girl did as she asked and didn't stop to question any of her inquires."
"Excuse me?" Bruce posed.
"Even now I don't have an answer to this and it could be a security hazard. I wanted to first speak with you before potentially getting the Gotham City Police Department involved. Private investigators are already in route and will conduct interviews with each of the persons that came into contact with the girl."
Straight away Bruce shook his head.
"No, not just yet. And what happened with the girl, don't tell me she just walked out of here?"
Lucius breathed out and his eyes closed for a moment.
"Unfortunately, that's what happened. Just like that, no one stopped her or asked questions as you shall see by watching the monitors. Nothing was taken from your office, she seemed only interested in meeting you. Would you like to have a word with some of the said persons that came into contact with the girl?"
"No, not yet. If you could, I'd like a copy of all this footage sent to my personal hard drive…"
Bruce's fists clinched with his eyes glued to the screen. Who was this girl, and what was her motive? No matter what, he would soon find out and then from there make his move accordingly.
XXX
It was quiet as she reached into the top desk drawer of her workspace and put on a band prepared for such an emergency as this. The moment it snapped onto her wrist, Yukari got the feeling that she was wearing it too tight. Her vision got a little fuzzy and her tongue itched a bit. The wrist band suppressed her abilities and magic flow. There was a knock on her office door and she yelled for them to come in as the door is open. She slide open the top right-hand drawer to check if her wand was there.
She hoped that this was just a client or a local hedge mage to see her, maybe someone that heard about her through other fellow witches. Yukari's office door swerved open but it wasn't someone she expected who stood on the other side. A tall figure in the Black cloak of the Wiz tribe walked in. One of the more glorified wizard groups in the realm. But what would one of them be doing here at her workspace of all places? She recognized the cloak which is how she was able to identify him so quickly because of that. The individual was about 5'10 with tan brownish skin and wearing a top-hat with his outfit. He had an intricately carved staff and a poster tube over his shoulder. His face and expression all screamed all business.
"Are you Yukari Sendo, witch?" he said looking around her office.
"Yes, I am. How can I help you?" she said without barely repositioning in her seat.
She was tense and nervous, but I didn't show it on the outside.
"Heard you started here a few weeks ago and wanted to see how you were settling in, I'm Captain Valirez."
He approached the desk and extended out his hand to shake hers with a grin on his face. The gizmo had many functions and this was the perfect opportunity to test one of those. The physical contact with another witch or wizard was strong and distinct in comparison to any other monster or human. She felt a tingle like an electronic shock and avoided his attempts to catch her eye but watched his face for any sign of surprise or suspicion. Finding neither, the witch smiled and looked him in the face as they broke away.
"Nice to meet you, I've heard lots about you around these parts."
She suppressed the look of surprise on her face. Had people been talking? That was surely a surprise to her. Yukari had barely done much and considered herself in the up and coming category.
"I'm here as the local Captain for the Bronze Council, I assume you've heard of us at least once or twice?"
She glowered slightly and looked down like she was trying to remember where she heard the name.
"Yes, my mentor assigned to me since my graduation from yokai mentioned the Council to me a few times but… but I never met anyone from your firm. This is a first."
He sat within a chair which he pulled up in front of her desk while continuing the conversation.
"And what have you heard about us?"
Shrugging, Yukari figured a little flattery wasn't all bad.
"Lots, but above all only the most powerful specialists of the art in the realm are there and the Captains are the most advanced in magic that our world has to offer."
She could tell that that the comment hit its mark given the way the way the one across from her outwardly blushed.
"So, who or what firm did your apprentice originate?"
"The Nwerk Yeckoutt, she is based in outer city roughly ten miles from here. As an herbalist and treatment woman," Yukari told him. "And what can I do, you're probably wondering? Well I am good at creating constructs of all sizes and dropping them, varying in different sizes. Wanna see?"
He merely nodded as she lifted her wand and waved it around as a gold tub dropped down from out of nowhere and ended up beside her desk. With another magic trick on mind she waved her wand around as the pencils and papers over her desk floated in the air just over her desk in a circular motion which Yukari controlled by way of the wand.
He leaned back in his chair and smirked a bit, reaching into his cloak and handed her some pamphlets. She skimmed over the first before turning it over and looking that section over as well. It was just a few moments later that the captain stood up and looked straight at her.
"Call the number on the back if you have any questions, or, you know, if you want to umm, see me again" he glimpsed down looking like a boy years younger than his actual age.
Yukari halfway smiled.
"Whatever do you mean?" she glanced up at him shadily.
"Oh nothing, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to have dinner or lunch with me sometime. We could further discuss a possible proposition that we might have for you at our firm, if you're interested."
Leaning back in her chair on wheels, the witch looked upwards towards the ceiling and let out a quiet sigh.
"I'll need some time to think about the offer, I am most grateful it is even a consideration you'd all like to take me on. But I've just barely begun finding my footing here, but I'll keep you in mind."
"That is all we ask. Good day, Sendo."
He turned his back and was on his way out of the entrance door. And when finding himself on the other side of the door he dialed a number and with the cell to his ear and only had to wait for two rings.
"I met with the girl. Nothing to worry about, even if what you say is true that she got her hands on an occult… black book of magic. She wouldn't have the physical means to cast its most powerful spell. Well, at least not yet…"
"We'll keep an eye on her, you've done well Captain," a voice spoke from the other end.
A couple minutes later Yukari really began to settle and by then had removed the magical wrist limiter into her top drawer. Sighing aloud she refocused and got back to work, but that was only for a few short minutes before there was another knock at her door and she looked up rather annoyed. It was a member of management that surfaced through the door but unexpectedly beside him were two of her closes friends and she right away stood to greet them.
"Moka and Tsukune," she said happily.
The witch was quickly around her desk and halfway meeting them across her workspace. With really no point to stick around the one who escorted the two vampires took off. While Moka and Yukari shared a hug Tsukune just sort of looked around and observing the whole space and Moka doing the same as she and Yukari soon thereafter broke apart.
"I like your area here, it's actually quite spacious," Moka nodded. "Can't believe I'm just stopping by here for the first time."
"It's no biggie," Yukari shook her head. "I've barely just started here and for the most part I'm still just getting used to the surrounding and the staff. So far so good though, everyone has been so kind and patient. Really has made for a smoother transition."
"Good to know," Tsukune's eyes fell over the witch after scanning the area a little while longer. "You probably already have an idea of why we stopped by."
"News sure does spread quickly, and yeah. I can assure you that I'm doing just fine, and so too are San and Gin. Things could have turned out a lot worse, but we were fortunate enough that they didn't, thanks to the combined efforts of everyone involved."
Among the two Tsukune appeared to be somewhat unconvinced and Yukari perceived it all over his face.
"Come on, I'm a big girl now," the witch reached out and pinched at his right cheek. "You shouldn't worry so much. I'm fully capable of defending and protecting myself."
Snickering, Tsukune too gave Yukari a hug while stepping back.
"You've probably been asked this already but it's been said you were with Zatanna of the Justice League. I don't really mean to snoop or stick my nose in your business, but I just found it really interesting is all."
"No, it's okay. Your mother stopped by and asked the same," Yukari looked to Moka for a split second. "It was about mutual wizard, witch stuff… nothing to be blown out of proportion. Still, I'm thankful everyone has had the peace of mind to worry about mine and everyone else's wellbeing that had been caught up in what happened. But honestly, if there is anyone that needs checking on it would be San and Gin. I was pretty much a bystander while the two of them and so many others of the dragon and phoenix armies took it to that sorceress's undead soldiers."
And so for the next several minutes, Tsukune, Moka and Yukari stood in the middle of her workspace and conversing as the topic of the conversation shifted. And from the edge of her eye it was Moka taking a look at the clock hanging over the door and realizing just how much time had passed.
"Good to know you're doing great, and I think we've kept you away from your work for long enough," the silver haired vampire eyed Tsukune with a knowing look. "We should really get going, and I promise we'll stop by again sometime soon."
"I look forward to it," Yukari smiled with a nod.
She bid both farewell as they took off through the door one after another. And with that Yukari returned to her work area and with a paper in hand listing a series of ingredients.
"That went well," Tsukune started as they made their way down the hall. "She seemed to be doing fine, better than I thought she would."
"You and I both," Moka replied.
Moving along and with his hands placed inside his side jacket pockets, Tsukune coughed aloud and biting over his tongue. The action was enough to get his wife's attention, and truthfully there was something that had been on his mind since the previous night… which he had a hard time getting his mind off of.
"What is it?" Moka asked.
Reaching and scratching at the back of his head, Tsukune was what she deemed to be a guilty smile… but for what reason, she thought.
"I… I ah want to ask you something, and this might come off as very, very strange," Tsukune said and the last of his words in almost a mutter.
Moka almost got worried at the tone he gave off, but was far more interested to hear what he had to say.
"Well you see, I was thinking that maybe…" he bit back as they came up on a staircase.
"Why're you acting this way?" she couldn't help but laugh. "I'm your wife and you know that you can tell me anything, no matter how embarrassing, bad or personal."
She smiled at him and that helped him to ease up quite a bit and speak his mind.
"Yeah, so okay here goes," he rubbed his hands together. "Would Moka-san be interested in a dress-up as?"
"Dress-up?" Moka was confused as to what he was getting at. "As in…"
"You know, just to spice things up a bit. A little exotic wear," with each word he spoke, Tsukune felt himself blush.
Abruptly Moka stopped and so too did Tsukune.
"Hhhmmm, are you implying that you've become bored with me and this relationship?" Moka snickered.
"No, no not at all!" Tsukune situated his hands out in front of himself in defense. "I just thought…"
"Don't take it so serious, I was only kidding," Moka threw her head back and her hair waving around. "Entertain me, what did you have in mind?"
Tsukune's fingers grazed at his sides while he swallowed his own saliva.
"I don't know, I was sort of thinking maybe something like a… nurse."
XXX
There was a ring of the doorbell which stopped him midway through his chorus. He had just finished within the garden and reentered the manor where he caught wind of the third. Putting all else aside, Alfred traveled up a flight of stairs and went right for the front door. Two persons stood in the doorway and were far from those that he would have expected. The first was a man at 6'0, averagely built with dark blue eyes and waist platinum long blonde hair tied in a low tail while two lengthy strands extended downward over his chest. He was dressed in a long sleeve blue t-shirt and dark colored pants while the woman next to him was in a gray dress.
"Alfred, is it?" Apollo smiled at him. "We met once before. I am…"
"The father of Miss Bloodriver, yes," Alfred looked from the Harbinger and to the woman standing beside him. "And who might this lovely young lady be?"
The witch positioned herself beside Apollo in one step.
"Ruby Tojo," she introduced herself with a nod. "I've been a close friend of Moka and Tsukune for some time, dating back to our enrollment in Yokai Academy. We've remained close since those days and Tsukune taking over as head chairman as I'm sure you know. I don't know if he's mentioned me or not but I work as his assistant of sorts. We're all practically like family."
All smiles, Alfred stepped aside and pushing the door open further.
"I insist you come inside, for some refreshments."
"Can't turn down such a generous offer," Apollo grinned.
Both he and Ruby entered while pulling the door shut behind them.
"Here to see Master Wayne, I take it? Sad to say, but the young master will be out for a couple hours. Office duties, I'm afraid."
Apollo said nothing and nor Ruby as they followed him into the living-room where they were seated.
"Did you want to discuss something specifically?" the butler questioned.
The emperor's eyes surveyed much of the room and taking note of the décor, similar but much different to other sections of the manor he passed through. But there was one item particularly which caught his attention hanging over the fireplace, a painting. Taking a stand, Apollo situated himself beneath it in just a couple steps and looking it over more closely. A woman and man, but between them a child… a young boy. A family portrait. He'd come across countless of those, but never one of his own throughout his centuries.
"Oh yes, the young master and his late parents. Martha and Thomas Wayne," Alfred added, taking notice of Apollo's interest.
"Did you say late?" the witch looked to the butler. "What happened?"
Alfred didn't get the chance to respond as Apollo had taken the initiative.
"A night out at the theatre, gunned down in front of him in an alleyway, just after the late showing. A spot now regarded as crime alley," the harbinger said, but with his eyes still over the painting. "So my daughter has told me. A random act, by a civilian turned desperate and committed such a heinous act."
"Yes," Alfred confirmed. "You heard right."
For a moment longer Apollo admired the painting before reseating beside Ruby.
"Such a simple act, yet changed the entire outlook of not only one man's entire life but the structure of an entire city. And in turn a significant impact on the world as we know it, something I've seen so many times over."
"I'd take your word for it," Alfred stood across from them.
With his arms overlapped Apollo had something on mind.
"I have a question," the harbinger scratched at his chin while staring out into space. "Wayne. What differences have you noticed about him? If even just small? Has there been changes in his deployment, attitude and or temperament; the way he speaks or presents himself?"
The butler was rather surprised by the question but nevertheless took a seat across from them.
"Perfectly fine, to my knowledge. The young master isn't one to express himself, only on the rarest of occasions. If something bothers him, he's most likely not to say."
Sighing loudly, Apollo repositioned himself over the sofa.
"I stopped by to check on him. What that boy is going through, in all his brilliance can't even begin to understand the conversions his body has and will continue to go through. In time maybe, but in the short I take it upon myself to assure that he isn't exhausted by the blood of a shinso."
Alfred had observed some of Bruce's notes in regards to vampires and other monsters, so developed a small understanding of shinso blood. But most notably he knew Bruce Wayne and his resilience.
"You needn't bother yourself worrying about, Master Wayne. He's been through much within his life, knocked down over and over but always stands. The young master is the last person you should worry about, and if he does have his own personal inner demons to fight, than he shall do so as he always has."
Eyes keyed in over Alfred, the emperor's hands were clasped together.
"You have much confidence in him, and as should being his surrogate father. I am in no place to judge, as I barely know the boy. Seeing is believing and your confidence doesn't warrant my own."
Staring him down, Ruby questioned where Apollo was going with this while Alfred had a pretty good indication.
"Not only did I come here to see him, but to check up on his status and discuss certain matters with him and the Justice League. Enemies of theirs have been causing mischief within my realm."
Apollo stood from the sofa and rubbing his hands together.
"If Wayne isn't to return until hours than I shall see myself out. I do not wish to disturb your daily routine, and if me showing up here at this time has caused any problems, I do apologize."
"Poppycock, you've done nothing of such," Alfred responded. "And I cannot in my right mind allow you to leave on an empty stomach. You must be hungry. Your gathering with the league can wait a few, yes? And if you'd like I could make contact with the Justice League from within the cave."
Both the witch and Harbinger looked at one another and then back at Alfred.
"Cave?" both said at once.
"That is where Master Bruce does his finest work, yes. Come right this way," Alfred stood and gestured for them to follow. "Come have a seat in the kitchen and I'll serve you one of my better dishes."
"Sir, you don't have to do that," Ruby argued.
"Of course I do, now come."
Apollo said nothing and smiled as both he and the witch followed closely behind Alfred.
"Well, it's good to see Wayne is in good hands with such a great caretaker," Apollo complimented.
"Thank you, I do my best," Alfred smiled back at him.
XXX
From the computer chair of one of his backup lair is where he sat, still dressed in his office attire but the upper jacket removed. It had been just over thirty minutes since he started reviewing the footage and running both facial and voice recognition, but neither brought about results of who this girl was. But upon going through the footage over and over he did finally come across something useful that really started shedding light on the entire situation.
"Computer, freeze frame and zoom," Bruce spoke aloud.
The voice command system did exactly as he instructed, zooming in over the girl's face and the area around her eyes. There was a glow to them, one that he'd seen before and taking into account the events in which had transpired within the Wayne Enterprises building, he had a pretty good indication of what this meant.
"A monster in disguise," he leaned back with two fingers to his chin.
He rolled footage of a separate camera angle, which was instead focused on the employee of the building and paused at the same instant as the first monitor zoomed in over the individual's eyes. And just as the child they shared that same glow in their eyes.
"I see… she took them under her control."
Finding her wouldn't be difficult, if it even came to that. After all she was in search of him and till that moment the question was why. And that wasn't all, there was also the question as to what type, what sort of monster was she? There were countless beings and entities in the world of the super natural that possessed such an ability, and would she be regarded as a foe? His investigation of the footage continued, rewinding and fast-forwarding through, locating both her exit and entrance points.
"She's after Bruce Wayne…" he again stated the obvious.
In that he knew which general locations she would surely turn up. This wasn't something the police or any investigator could handle, but his task and his alone.
"Tonight… tonight I find you," he stared up at the young girl over the monitor.
To be continued
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