you can't kill what's already dead.

[batricide]

WHO: Damian Wayne & Cassandra Cain
WHERE: Maurita Falls
WHEN: October
WHAT: A fighty boy goes out looking for trouble and finds it.
WARNINGS: Will update as needed.

Superman's kid showing up wasn't something he ever anticipated. He'd - really never thought about the son Clark almost had. What sort of friendship they could have had - the age gap would have been too large, and Damian had more or less taken over that role in Clark's life.

So he doesn't know how feel. He doesn't know what to do. So, as usual, he does what he does best and goes out to answer some problems with his fists. The zombie thing is more of a pain in the ass than he'd ever expected it to be, but hey.

Nobody's going to be pissed at him for taking these things down.

Comments

[cassassin]

[ cassandra's shadow has enjoyed the opportunities provided by the zombie outbreak quite a bit. before damian can strike at the few he's facing down, a flurry of precise bullets downs each of them. the shadow approaches, keeping her pistols in her grip as she looks damian over. ]

Sloppy. I'd expect better from the Demon's grandson.

[batricide]

[ He doesn't expect to see her holding a pair of guns. As far as Damian's seen she's...

well she's a damn good fighter and she puts him to shame. She doesn't need those. And his father's trauma with guns earns a raised eyebrow. ]

Since when do Batman's bootlickers use guns?

[cassassin]

I'm League of Assassins, not one of his.

[ the voice isn't right at all--smoother contralto tones carrying something dangerous. ]

Guns are effective for things like these. It isn't worth getting my hands dirty with them.

[batricide]

Since when?

[ Then again, he doesn't really know her relationship with the old man, other than she got to be Batman. Maybe she had a fight with Bruce and decided to do exactly what he did and embrace the other side of his heritage. ]

But I can't say I don't agree.

[cassassin]

Oh, I see--you've got me mixed up with her, don't you, Damian? [ she holsters her pistols, looking all-too-amused in front of the fog. ]

No, she's still pretending to be everything she's not.

[batricide]

[ A beat. He doesn't understand... but she looks different. Holds herself differently. ]

What, did Cain keep an heir and a spare?