dc_misc:

The helicopter carrying the members of the Suicide Squad, Damien Wilson, Morgaine King, and Slade Wilson made closed in on its target. The League of Assassins Compound in the Amazon Rainforest in Brazil. The helicopter bore the appearance of one the helicopters that the League used frequently, so they would be able to get in without much hassle.

The pilot informed Damien that they would be touching down in ten minutes, and the assembled group looked to him for briefing.

demonchild:

As soon as arrangements had been made, Robert and Morgaine hopped on the first plane out of Greece to Star City. Morgaine had slept most of the way, wanting to save her strength.

When they arrived in Star City, they got a car under a fake name and Morgaine drove them to Lian's apartment building.

"I should warn you," she said when they arrived, "She will most likely not be happy to see me. I will try and talk to her, but she might resort to attack."

The pair quietly made their way to Lian's apartment, and Morgaine quickly picked the lock on the door.

She couldn't believe who she saw when her and Robert entered the room.

"I thought...I thought..."

In something she rarely did, Morgaine ran to her brother, embracing him.

rightontarget:

Lian woke up in a strange place, not sure how she got there. Her mind was clouded, and her vision blurry. She went to move...but found that she couldn't.
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dc_baddie:

Ra's al Ghul's relationship with Gotham City is formed of love and hate. He hates this cesspool of corruption and decay and wishes to see it wiped from the Earth. He's tried several times, but each time, he is always thwarted by the man who embodies the things he loves about Gotham.

The Detective.
 

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headofthedemon:

(This takes place one week after these events)

Damien was experiencing deja vs as he exited the cab, tossing the wad of cash at the driver. His fever was still high, though he'd managed to successfully stumble his onto and off of a private airplane (hiding in the freezing cargo hold) and get to a cab. His stomach wound was healing, somewhat, but it still bled quite a bit when he checked it. It wasn't closing all the way, which was a problem. Grandfather had twisted the blade to make sure it didn't.

Morgaine would have taken him to a hospital and forced the doctor not to say anything.

Morgaine....

He couldn't believe she was gone.


Even in his feverish state, it takes him several seconds to pick the lock to Lian's door  (gods, he hoped this was her door) and get inside. The apartment is empty. He's managed to catch her while she was out. He closes the door and locks it, then walks over to her couch, where he passes out again.

This time, he would make sure his wife came home with him.
 

demonchild:

(Takes place a week after this post)

Morgaine woke up in a strange place, not knowing where she was or how she got there.

The last thing she remembered was just running after the League's compound had exploded. She had gotten into the car that had been provided for her and Damien, hot-wired it, and just drove. She drove until the car ran out of gas, and then she ditched it and ran as far as she could.

And then she had passed out in an alley somewhere, not caring to know where she was.

And now...she was in a hotel somewhere, her wounds stitched up, her head throbbing.

Someone had to have to gotten her here, but who? Her brother was dead, and her mother probably was either dead or at the mercy of her grandfather.

She heard someone moving around in the bathroom.

"Where am I?" It hurt to sit up, but she tried.

headofthedemon:

Damien Wilson is exhausted from all of his recent tribulations. The plane ride back to Morocco allows him much time to think, as he is not interested in sleep. His mother is alive and his sister is safe. There is little more that Damien can ask for at this point in time.

If he were to ask, though, he would ask that his pregnant wife was with them.
 

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