Owner	Pose
Damian Wayne	After a long journey Damian finally made it to Gotham. It had been a long journey, and though he was in a crowd he just looked like one of the many homeless of gotham as his outfit was in rags, and he had not eatten for a few days so was rather skinny for his body size. He had arivied at night in the rain, but he just stood in it letting him washing him as he looked up into the sky with a small smile thinking about what he could do here... What he will do here, before he started heading to one of the safehouses. He knew it was in a place the locals called Chinatown, and he made his way over there noting the people around him. There was crime everywhere, people selling or doing drugs, and about anything you named you could find it here. He sighed, and looked at the building he was going to call home as it looked like a small house that had seen better days, but didn't advance towards it yet. After circling it many times he decided a window was the best entry as he made his way through shadows to it unlocking it with a hair-pen he had stollen. Opening it and moving in to the house, and all of this using his training of stealth so that if there were anyone inside he might get the jump on them. He doubted anyone was crazy enough to use one of their safe-houses, but then again this was Gotham
Dan Richter	Though his connections with the League had been all but broken since his return stateside, Dan still lay claim to the title of Assassin. And thus, as one of the few in the city, it is Dan's honor to be on rotation to clean, guard, and generally maintain the safehouses therein. As he silently stalks the poorly lit halls, carefully dusting and polishing the restrained splendor of the inside of the seemingly run down abode, his well trained ears catch the soft clicking of a window being picked and he relexively sinks into the shadows to wait and watch, preparing to either ambush or welcome the intruder...
Damian Wayne	To Dan's surprise or maybe not he see's one of the top three Damian Al' Guul walking down the hallway. If something were to happen to Ras, and Talia it was rumored he would be the one that could take over even though he was only fifteen. But that wasn't the only surprise, as he was alone no guards or other assassins following him as he walked quietly down the hall. Not only that but he has seen better days, his outfit was ragged, torn, and worn though right now soaked in rain. He looked skinny, really skinny like he hadn't eaten right for a few days though the look on his face the serious, yet determined look he often had was still there. He had not spotted Dan yet, but if he were to continue it might happen soon as they were both trained in the same place just Damian's training was total secret it was assumed Ra's Al Ghoul did it himself the results were scary. For a kid he was stronger, Faster, and smarter then any other the League assassins, minus maybe his mother or grandfather, still he had never been seen outside the compound not to mention country.
Dan Richter	"...By the snap clack cracking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes..." Comes Dan's voice, thrown about throughout the hall to mask it's source. As Damian begins to react, he steps from his place in the shadows, garbed in the traditional robes his duties mandate, and bows deeply, "Welcome, young master. To what do I owe the honor of hosting one of the Demon's blood?" He says whilst still bowed low, showing his complete submission to the youngest al-Ghul.
Damian Wayne	The boy looks as he is ready to fight though he doesn't jump he does seem prepaired for an ambush as Dan steps out. As he calls him young master he frowns at him, but remains quiet watching him he doesn't seem to relax though as one might around another league member. After a moment of thinking he sighs.. "First.. Stand, I am not my grandfather I do not require the flashy procedures of old that he does." he glances around though Dan could catch he doesn't take his eyes off him totally. "I did not expect our safe-house to be so well kept. You have been busy, though I am surprised you have dodged my fathers ire so long out here. Unless you are currently on a long term mission for him?" it sounds like a question more then a statement as he didn't expect him out here, and was curious on why. After listening for a bit he continues, "And alone it seems.. Our members are quiet, but this place seems empty interesting..." is all he says to that as he looks around a bit, before adding in quickly. "And adress me as Damian, I will not be called master by anyone.. That is the old speaking.. Just Damian, or sir if you must."
Dan Richter	Dan Richter rises back up, though his head remains bowed, "Our numbers in Gotham are limited at the moment I'm afraid. But that does not mean that those of us here may be lax in our duties. And you guess correctly, I am on an assignment of minor import for the great Ra's al-Ghul." He stops and seems to be examining Damian for a moment before suddenly turning away, "But you did not come all this way to talk to a simple servant. Please sir, follow me and I shall prepare you something to eat whilst I find you something to replace those rags with."
Damian Wayne	The boy sighs, and nods. His father had tought them well to be obiedient it will take time to counter thmust."at as he follows quietly. "Lead me to the kitchen, and go fetch the clothes if you must, but I will prepair my own food though I am not great at it I will not have others serve me." he looks armust."ound quietly as he continues to follow. "I am guessing you have not been back to the league recently, or at least had contact with them. as I have." he looks a bit cautious not looking like he is paranoid, but prepairing for something at best guest an ambush from further down. As you pass doors he is cautious for them, or open hallways it seems he is waiting for something though he does keep up hidding it as he walks smothly still only training would show different on how he approaches it. "Much has changed in your time away, but we will talk about that when you return. I do not wish to pass up on a free meal, nor a change of clothes."
Dan Richter	Dan Richter nods as Damian insists on being self reliant, "As you command, sir. And you are correct, I have been...away, for the past ten years. I have only been back in Gotham for a few months now." He says as he leads Damian into the kitchen, "You will find the plates in the cabinet on the left, bowls in the cabinet on the right. Silverware is in the drawer next to the sink, and the stovetop works best for food when set to six. Please, make yourself at home. The bathroom is just back out the door, take a left, and it's the third door on your right. I shall return with clothes in just a few minutes." He bows once more and sees himself out of the room, leaving Damian to his own devices.
Damian Wayne	Damian gets to it, as he gets the plates and things ready before he makes a meal. It seems a little meat heavy, but overall just some kind of stir-fry that is easy to make, though it is the kind of meal you can just toss in whats avaliable to make with the only requirement being oil. The boy gets busy cooking, and he cooks enough for both of them as it will take a little time of course, but at least gets the process started.. He isn't the best cook, but when it comes to chopping thing is a wizard with the knife, before he tosses whatever it is into the pot to cook with the rest of it. It may seem wierd, but he doesn't shiver from the cold or notice the rain from before as he cooks the meal in silence watching it to make sure it doesn't burn, but giving it just enough time cooking it could be considered 'well done'
Dan Richter	After a few minutes, Dan returns, as silent in his approach as ever, "Please forgive my slow return, I had to go to the basement to find garments in your size and gender. I also took the liberty of preparing a room for your use. You may of course stay as long as you wish." He says with a bow as he holds the clothing out, folded across his outstretched arms.
Damian Wayne	The boy looks at him.. "Look I know I am short.. I am workin on it." and actually grins for the first time since he got here before he pulls out the food and shovels half on his plate, and half on Dan's.. "Listen... sit down, we need to talk after we do that I will take you up on that offer, as well as get more details.. If it works out." He moves over to the table and plops down, then grumbles, and gets a book returning he puts it on the chair sits on it, and starts eating. He eats like a starving man just gobbling down the food like someone is going to take it away, but after a few bites to get the food in he stops. "Some has changed in the time you were gone, but as is I see four choices for you to react to this news." he takes another bite. "One, you try to fight me, you look capable but I warn you if you try to apperhend me I will kill you." he stops to take another bite, "Two, you could go back to my Grandfather, and tell him I am here. It will inconvience me, but for failing to take me with you.. well you know the punishment in failing a mission." he shakes his head, "Three you could run.. I won't chase you, what you do as long as it isn't taking me back is irrelevent to me. My Grandfather may not like it, but that is between you two not I." he sighs, and puts the fork down, "Or four.. Join me, and act like you never seen me. I don't know if he will ask, but for now at least not report me in. I don't care if you want to stay, but you can if you want. I run things differently from Grandfather, but know this he is not infalliable no matter how much he may try to trick others to think so. I know this, because before I escaped... Oh yes, I escaped their clutches, but before I did I stole from him... The only thing important to him.. The trick of his immortality."
Dan Richter	Dan Richter simply stands off to the side, leaving his plate on the table, perhaps not realizing it's for him, "I...." He glances away, "...I cannot join you. And should I be asked, I will have no choice but to confess....But until I am ordered directly, I cannot raise a hand against the blood of the Demon....Even if I wanted to." Whether that's a threat or a reassurance is hard to tell, "....But I must ask. What has led you to rebel so greviously?"
Damian Wayne	The boy looks over at him and shakes his head. "You are falling into the same trap they all do.. You think they are special it is fine, I understand you have years of obedience why listen to some starving kid when you can just continue your subservience." he finishes his meal, and grabs the clothes. "There is always a choice, I will not say this isn't the right one for you, but even now you have a choice. You could of posioned my food when I went out for the book, or these clothes. Agree, and attack in my sleep.. All of these would work, but you will not because you limit yourself it is a shame." he walks over to the bathroom when he stops, "And why... oh that is easy... Revenge. I will get revenge on all of those that have wronged me, and even if I die then I will die doing what I chose to do not because someone who is supposed to be my leader from birth told me to do it." he shakes his head, but gives a half chuckle. "If you don't understand that it is alright, but I think.. Since at least you haven't called me Master anymore.. That maybe you can a little bit, given time maybe more." then heads over to get changed.
Dan Richter	Dan Richter sighs slightly as Damian leaves to get changed, shaking his head in mild dismay, "Revenge...The most worthless of causes..." He says quietly to himself in a saddened tone. After a moment he moves to start cleaning up, diligently scrubbing the cookingware Damian used and returning it to it's proper cabinet.
Damian Wayne	From the other room the boy shouts.. "I heard that..." and opens the door a crack peeking out. "It is only worthless if you lose, and dang it man you don't have to clean up your are not my butler." and closes the door returning to getting ready. He had much to learn about this new place, and though he fought him a bit he did like having someone else here to help him with that goal. He would have to teach him though, show him that the Ghul's were not some superpower to be feared. It would take time, but for him to reach his end goal, the one he is keeping from him incase he reported back to his grandfather, he would need his help. Shouting again he asks, "I need you to come up with a list of supervillians in Gotham, I need their power-sets, and weaknesses if known. I have heard Gotham is full of them so it might be some work. Also.. I need to know about the Bat family. Every detail miss nothing." he had plans.. great plans that would start soon, but he could not apporach them looking like a begger.
Dan Richter	Dan Richter snickers ever so slightly as Damian shouts out, slowly shaking his head with amusement, though it wanes, phonetic pun not intended, rapidly as Damian attempts to justify his goal. After a moment to consider Damian's command, he glances back towards the door, "The local villains are simple. All you need do is turn on the local news, or read the paper, and you're bound to find a plethora of information on them. The internet undoubtedly has even more than these sources. As for the Bat family....If I may ask sir, why do you need to know of them?" He asks inquisitively.
Damian Wayne	Walking out now dressed in better garb, and dry. He gives Dan a look, one that if directed at him might make him think he is in trouble. "They are going to get into the way of my plans for this city, and I will not let that happen. I will tear them apart before they have a chance to fight back then when they are gone.. well what happends next is secret.. for now." he looks away before he asks almost not intrested.. "Oh, and I guess you should look up Bruce Wayne as well.. Where he works, when stuff like that.. I need that, and actual details on who are the badies, not just what they did. You seem to know the other League members around here, use your pull get it done." He starts heading to the door. "I am trusting you with this, if it is not in your capability to do so I can ask someone else."
Dan Richter	Dan Richter frowns slightly at Damian's apparent threat towards the bats of Gotham, "...Well, Bruce Wayne is public knowledge. He works, when he does, at Wayne Tower, and he makes appearances at all major social events. It is nigh impossible to miss him wherever he goes. Though I confess, I do not know why you wish to know of him. And lastly....I must confess, I have little to no pull with the rest of the League. My family is of some small importance, but I am outcast from them, barely an Assassin in the eyes of the League at large. I will do what I can, but my efforts may do more harm than good."
Damian Wayne	Damian, pulls out a signit. It is the family signit that shows his place in it just the normal thing that all three have, and tosses it to him. "Do not say it was from me if you can help it, but use that as a sign you are on orders from high up. If they will not listen to you they will when they see that." he listens for a moment then nods, opening the door.. "It sounds I have a gala to sneak into.. Don't get cought." and with that he is gone. All the responsibilities droped on Dan's lap like the storm that just blew through here might leave him wishing that he was just cleaning up the house, but at least it is doing what he is good at.
Dan Richter	Dan Richter catches the ring and looks it over for a moment before slipping it into his robes and bowing once more, "As you command, sir." He says submissively as Damian takes off. A few moments later, he sighs once again, "Three more hours. And then more work. Yaaaay...." He says as he slowly stalks off back to his proper duties.