WHO: sami rowd, dami brat & pals WHEN: jan - feb WHERE: places WHAT: a catch-all NOTES\WARNINGS: discussions of death, dismemberment, arson, child endangerment, and someone in here will probably start a fight at some point.
[ Hernan wastes no time making himself at home the minute the Tower became a semi-fully functional building. It's a little obnoxious on Etraya's skyline, jutting up into the sky like so much a concrete monolith. But it was home. Even if the security system wasn't at 100%, even if the ship is a ticking time bomb in the Tower's middle. It was the little details that made this a better place to settle than that plain space he'd lived in since arriving. He didn't really mind that the bots had even built the spot designated for protestors.
The wet bar is in tact with all of his vintage ports and spirits from his travels around Earth. The communication system is...well it was useless. Waller never answers a single call and neither does Bekka (Hernan refuses to reach out to Luthor, even if it would ultimately fail. Call him stubborn).
His bedroom is in tact as well, including all of his little personal effects. Letters to his family he never sent and a few replies from Valentina for the ones he did. Souvenirs and tokens from his travels. A rare article that hailed him a hero, noticeably NOT written by Lois Lane. It's too easy to feel at home again among all these useless little trinkets, like he'd never been displaced in the first place. When he's had enough, he crawls into bed and settles in to sleep.
Damian's entrance goes unnoticed for the most part, chalked up to the quiet creak of the Tower simply existing. It is the quiet footfalls that alert Hernan. No, there is something incredibly off here.
But he does not stir. Not right away.
Oh no, this intruder is going to be in for a very nasty surprise. ]
( he's here for something specific. arrived solely to test if something would work, and ensure this man knows that damian has it if it does; the thing that could harm him, what may or may not be the key to his undoing in case of any... unforeseen incidents.
unfortunately for them both, damian also tends to snoop, and what better time to look through one's things than when they are resting? any other time, he assumes this superman would have eyes and ears on the lookout for anything going awry in his spaces. without the distraction of an entire planet to look after, he knows the clark kent back home would be more than capable of it. but they aren't home. this isn't clark kent. and as far as damian's ears can pick up, he hasn't been able to detect a change in breathing patterns.
every few steps, he slowly drags the soles of his boots across the ground to break up the sound of his steps. he can't muffle himself completely, that would be impossible considering how well kryptonian hearing can be. or most other alien species damian is familiar with, for that matter.
hernan's body goes undisturbed, as damian instead carefully opens the drawer of his nightstand, slowly sliding it out enough to get his hands on what's inside. )
[ There isn't anything terribly interesting to find in Hernan's bedside drawer. His mother's rosary, a Saint Christopher medallion, and a few photos of Hernan as a young boy with his sister and parents. If Damian thumbs through them, he'll find one in particular featuring the entire family: Hernan as a teenage boy, standing with a considerable distance between him and the rest of his family, as if he did not want to be there. Although they smile, they seem to lack any real joy. Hernan isn't smiling at all.
There's also some government correspondence that Hernan could not be bothered to properly safeguard. Maybe he never expected anyone to get this close. Maybe he should have reconsidered when Kirk told him how close Magnus got.
Either way, he decides its time to let the little pest know Hernan is awake and though he doesn't roll over to confront him he does speak up. ]
If you're here to steal from me, I'm sorry to have to disappoint you. [ He doesn't sound sorry at all. ]
Edited (forgot to format lol) 2025-01-04 19:08 (UTC)
( there may be nothing hernan/i> considers terribly interesting in his nightstand, but it tells a lot to damian/i>. the rosary and medallion show he likely comes from a family strongly connected with their catholic religion, regardless of how hernan himself feels about it. his attachment to the pieces also shows how much he values those relationships - from the pictures, damian assumes the rosary belongs to his mother. they smile, but it doesn't seem to reach their eyes - he notes the background of the images, memorizing them so he can attempt to discern where this man has come from.
the letters from the government, damian removes from the drawer entirely with intentions of sifting through them.
up until hernan speaks up, and damian immediately shifts from keeping perfectly quiet to quickly moving his legs so his knees are bent, his hand is poised over the sheath containing the kryptonite blade, and eyes are focused down on the body lying in bed. )
If I came here intending to steal from you, I wouldn't have left you asleep. ( he's not that stupid. ) You wouldn't have gotten back up any time soon to interrupt.
[ Honestly, he should have known. The footfalls were too light, the heartbeat too faint to be anyone other than the little menace who greeted him when Hernan had first come to Etraya. He rolls over in his bed, eyes landing on Damian because he needs no time to adjust to the darkness around him. Damian looks poised ready for an attack. ]
You!
[ Hernan is fast and reaches for the boy. Not entirely sure what he'll do if he gets his hands on him. He's of a mind to throw him out the window, see if Robin knew how to fly or if he could learn. He still owes Damian for stabbing him the first time around. ]
( damian doesn't even attempt to escape from hernan's grasp when he reaches for him.
he knows well how he should be handling getting grabbed: there's a relatively large chance his assumption is incorrect, that his gut instinct is off, and hernan having a good hold on him could end with damian coming out of this significantly more injured than he really wants to be currently. but he also has to balance showing competency and feigning incompetence, lest he encourage hernan to push harder than necessary. and if the kryptonite doesn't work - well. there are several ways to get out of a hold once one's caught that may be easier than continuing the physical fight that would come out of it. )
»Tt«. ( the piece of mail remains in damian's left hand, while his right yanks the kryptonite blade out of its lead sheath, raising it to press it against the edge of hernan's neck. a threat, not a promise. ) Make me.
[ If anything, Fair Play should have taught Hernan that his impenetrable skin is not that impenetrable. Maybe Fair Play couldn't work as a melee weapon; it relied on beams that mimicked a red sun. But Hernan preferred to think that Steve Trevor didn't have the stomach to kill him with a knife. It was too close. Too personal. And Hernan would have melted his brain before the blade had a chance to bite too deeply.
All that to say he's not overly concerned about the knife. The glowing of it meant nothing. It wasn't red. Fair Play was red. His hackles are raised only when he realizes he had not seen it coming, that the sheath had properly shielded it from his eyesight. Which means...what, exactly, he wasn't sure.
He could see through most things. Lead being the only exception he knew of. When the blade presses into his neck, he can feel it. Not bending, but cutting and a waning in his strength. He shoves Damian away, but not with the amount of force he would have otherwise. It did not go unnoticed. But it isn't his immediate concern. Putting distance between him and whatever that knife is made of is. ]
( oh, good, it does work. the piece of mail falls uselessly to the ground, forgotten by damian once he had the confirmation he needed. it wasn't as if what was written on the letter was all that relevant to him: it may contain useful information, but it's not what he came here for, and he certainly doesn't need it now.
hernan moves to push him away, but damian doesn't allow himself to move very far. instead, he lets his upper half move back with the push, and bends himself backward into an easy, tight backflip, knife still in hand - so when he's back on his feet, he can easily lurch forward to press right back into hernan's personal space. )
Wouldn't you like to know?
( obviously. he did ask. damian's not going to tell him while hernan's still capable of trying to put distance between them though. no, he's going to wait until hernan's down, weakened and incapacitated, before he gives him answers. )
[ The distance makes Hernan feel somewhat normal again, less frail and the thin line the knife sliced into his neck begins to close. But it's not enough space to return his strength and it's that fragile feeling that he hates the most. He's never been fragile, not even as a boy. Twice now, his mortality has been shoved into his face. And he's not sure what annoys him the most: that it's a kid this time, or the uncertainty surrounding the knife he wields. At least the military had enough respect to bring tanks.
As Damian presses in, Hernan must decide quickly how to react. Even with it close, he can feel it draining him and the sense of normalcy bleeding away with it. It puts an ache in his muscles. Was he still fast enough to snatch the knife and throw it away? He didn't know. He didn't know and he hated the uncertainty of it. ]
Hijo de puta. What is wrong with it? [ It had to be something wrong. Something terribly wrong if just being near it can do so much. ]
( for the briefest moment, damian hesitates. it's not due to hernan or how he's struggling to figure out what to do with the knife and damian himself - it's because, for a moment, hernan reminds him of laura. but that moment comes and goes. )
Es de tu mundo natal.
( home world, which he's hoping will be enough to throw hernan off long enough for damian to shove his boot up against the bedframe and use it as a springboard to give him enough momentum he can leap up and onto hernan's shoulders.
he's tall, and damian prefers to be at a level that puts his line of sight above his opponents. and if hernan falls backwards - well. damian has kneepads on for a reason. )
[ There's only a little time to process what Damian has said to him before nausea hits his stomach. His home world. There's something else from Krypton that can kill him and he wasn't even entirely sure what it is. It makes him wonder how Damian even knew this at all. Maybe under better circumstances, Hernan would have asked about it.
Right now, his priority is not to lose his dinner or his balance when Damian's extra weight lands on his shoulders. He grabs the boy by his ankles and has to search for the strength to throw him and that cursed object away.
Hernan is not a praying man, but right now he prays Kirk is somewhere he can hear him. ]
[Kirk had just left his lab after another late night of experimenting and conducting research. He was near his bedroom when he caught a scent foreign to the Tower of Justice. The building was purposely made to be an imposing structure. Not just anyone should be comfortable to just stroll right in. But with the tower’s defenses still damaged from Will’s attack, the foreign scent has Kirk on alert. Worse yet, he recognizes the scent as someone he was already suspicious of.
Hearing noise from Hernan’s bedroom and then Hernan calling for him pushes Kirk use his enhanced speed further. He can’t remember the last time Hernan called out for him under that much distress. It scares Kirk. Hernan is usually too powerful and too arrogant to yell out to anyone like that.
He's not as fast as a Kryptonian or a New God, but Kirk is swift enough to throw a pair of bolas at Damian to try and trap him. Then he storms right in to try and pin the boy to the ground from behind. He won't use his full strength for now but he's not holding back the same way he was the last time he and Damian met. He uses just enough strength to demonstrate he's not human]
( damian is fast, but he's human being fast, rather than anything supernatural. genetically perfected, yes, but he's well-aware of his limitations just as he's aware of how to gain an advantage when necessary. and right now? he's got the upper hand on hernan just fine. he wants to get him down, remind him who has the knife, then - leave.
a well enough plan, except he starts calling for someone else and damian snarls at the inconvenience. he's moving the knife back to its sheath, point already made even if he hadn't gotten to finish his planned speech, but before he manages to take his hand away from where he's stored it and get off of hernan, the bolas wrap around him.
his gauntlets are made with capture in mind: sharp and pointed in areas to allow for a quick escape, but before he can move his wrists enough to get himself loose, kirk is on top of him, pinning him to the ground. )
Get off!
( damian isn't struggling. not yet. he knows once he starts, he'll need to remove himself quickly before kirk realizes what he's doing and it has to be before hernan recovers. his time is limited, but he has a moment. )
[ It is a struggle to stay upright. But there's a flood of relief when Kirk arrives and Damian's weight leaves him. He holds himself steady, bracing against the wall so he doesn't fall while he catches his breath. The knife is gone and that's another relief. He hates the thought of being weak, especially in front of someone who clearly knows his weaknesses better than he does. So it's only a moment before he pulls himself upright to stand on his own two feet. ]
What is that knife? What did you mean it is from my home world?
[Kirk had already removed his helmet and goggles for the night. There's nothing to hide his inhumane red eyes or the icy glare he gives Damian. Hernan's demand the boy says a lot already. There's something else besides Project Fair Play's weapons that could kill Hernan and Damian broke in to demonstrate it.
While still keeping Damian pinned, Kirk searches for the knife on him. The kid could still take it out again so Kirk needs to get the weapon as far from Hernan as possible]
[ While he certainly feels better, Hernan still feels unsteady on his feet, so he doesn't venture very far from the wall. He does not trust this boy, but so long as the knife stays where it is, he's fine to let Damian go. Kirk is at least here to deter any further funny business. ]
Let him up. Let's see what he has to say for himself.
[Kirk attempts to rip the sheathed knife off of Damian's belt before letting Damian get up. He doesn't agree with Hernan about letting him go already and remains right next to the boy in case he tries something again]
A lot of demands from a home invader.
[The monotone Kirk uses most of the time has hardened into a glacial one. It's what he usually speaks in to interrogate Gotham's scum. Under the dead of night, Kirk's red eyes almost glow in cold anger. Damian might be a kid but no one normal tries to attack someone in the middle of the night in their home]
( the knife's sheath gets cut off from his belt, and damian - well. considers twisting his hips so he can get a leg up between them and tell kirk to leave his things alone, but remembers he's the one who knows what that thing is and how the sheath is keeping it from effecting 'superman' whereas these two seem to have no idea what tricks he's just pulled out.
good.
but the paranoia is justified. he rolls his eyes, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth but allows it to happen. waits, until kirk has pulled away to twists his wrist enough to align the bolas line with the sharp-bladed parts of his gauntlets to free himself. it takes mere seconds to free himself, a show he intentionally puts on to show them that while kirk may have visibly had the upper hand, damian likely could have freed himself at his leisure.
he pulls himself up onto his knees, slowly. more for their benefit than his own. look, he's not reaching for the knife. not yet.
but he is twisting around to get a better look at - )
[ He can feel it coming back to him. His strength by leaps and stamina by bounds. It's easier to breathe and not feel like throwing up. Whatever that knife was, he never wanted to be near it again. He doesn't recoil when Kirk rips it away from Damian's belt - it's embarrassing enough having to lean on the wall for support. His pride could not stand another wounding. Still, there's no closing the distance, so long as it was in Kirk's hand. He wants to tell Kirk to throw it away, throw it as far as he can.
But then someone else could find it and what if they knew what it would do to him? That's not a risk he could take. Hernan didn't want it near, but he wanted to know where it was. ]
I'm not normally very kind to people who threaten me. But you knew that knife would hurt me and I want to know what it is. Now.
[Damian has more arrogance than sense as far as Kirk was concerned. He remains unimpressed by the boy as he keeps a firm grip on the sheathed knife. Damian might make a break for it if Kirk just throws it away. Damian might also have other weapons to hurt Hernan. So Kirk remains close.
The knife can't be a normal blade. Project Fair Play's weapons mimicked Krypton's sun. Was there something else from Hernan's home planet that could kill Hernan? Depending on what Damian says, Kirk doesn't intend to return the weapon. Better to have it studied and locked away somewhere safe. Like Hernan, Kirk also believes it can't fall into the wrong hands.
Kirk also caught how Damian already knew his name. He's guessing there's another version of him from his world. Under different circumstances Kirk would be curious to what his counterpart is like but at the moment, there are much more serious matters to take care of.
( he's quiet for another few moments, mulling over exactly how he wants to respond. his original plan is - ruined, unfortunately, but plans c and f are still viable here. connor had told him he should just ask the kryptonian for his help fighting alongside them rather than, you know, antagonize the guy who could potentially be a threat. but connor was significantly more optimistic than damian has ever been. )
I wasn't certain it would be effective. ( it's true, he hadn't known for sure. ) The Superman where I come from is Kryptonian, but I am aware there are other species who closely resemble them and their capabilities without having the same weakness to Kryptonite.
( hands raise in mock surrender, but damian also allows the tension in his frame to relax some. he's on-guard but not preparing for battle. )
I wanted to confirm whether or not you were Kryptonian, first and foremost. Asking would have been inefficient; Daxamites have a history of trying to blend in with them. Considering how close they are to one another biologically, this was the quickest, most efficient method.
[ Hernan has no reason to trust this boy. It didn't really matter that he could not note a change in his heart rate. Damian was well trained. It isn't much of a leap to assume he knew how to lie in a way that could avoid a Hernan's acute senses. And yet. And yet. He knew things about Krypton that Hernan did not and there's no indication that he is lying.
He had no reason to trust this boy. But he finds himself trusting Damian more than he'd ever trusted Lex Luthor. ]
You went through all of this to confirm who I am? [ He laughs a little, incredulous. ] You should have asked first. I would have told you. Maybe even proved it if you had asked nicely.
[ He eyes the knife still in Kirk's hands. ] Why does it matter if I am weak to Kryptonite? Did you think I was a threat?
[Unlike Hernan, Kirk remains tense. He doesn't doubt most of what Damian is saying. The details are too specific to be lies. But the boy's unhinged approach to confirm Hernan's race gives Kirk no reason to be easy on him. He adds his own question in an icy tone]
If he had turned out to be a Daxamite, did you have an escape plan in mind?
[Kirk wants to know if Damian really was prepared for every grim possibility or if he was just reckless and lacking self-preservation]
You are a threat. Regardless of your intentions, you are more than capable of causing harm to everyone on this planet. And you, like most individuals, are capable of lying. Why would I ask?
( he can't trust a word out of hernan's mouth - yet. but it isn't necessarily saying anything against hernan, because damian trusts no one without evidence they are trustworthy.
at the question from kirk, damian snorts. twists around just enough to look over to him, eyes narrowing. not in a threatening way. in a way that matches the twitch of his lips that almost, almost turns into a grin. )
Would you like to try that move again? See if you're able to take me down? If he had been a Daxamite, I would have still been able to escape easily.
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The wet bar is in tact with all of his vintage ports and spirits from his travels around Earth. The communication system is...well it was useless. Waller never answers a single call and neither does Bekka (Hernan refuses to reach out to Luthor, even if it would ultimately fail. Call him stubborn).
His bedroom is in tact as well, including all of his little personal effects. Letters to his family he never sent and a few replies from Valentina for the ones he did. Souvenirs and tokens from his travels. A rare article that hailed him a hero, noticeably NOT written by Lois Lane. It's too easy to feel at home again among all these useless little trinkets, like he'd never been displaced in the first place. When he's had enough, he crawls into bed and settles in to sleep.
Damian's entrance goes unnoticed for the most part, chalked up to the quiet creak of the Tower simply existing. It is the quiet footfalls that alert Hernan. No, there is something incredibly off here.
But he does not stir. Not right away.
Oh no, this intruder is going to be in for a very nasty surprise. ]
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unfortunately for them both, damian also tends to snoop, and what better time to look through one's things than when they are resting? any other time, he assumes this superman would have eyes and ears on the lookout for anything going awry in his spaces. without the distraction of an entire planet to look after, he knows the clark kent back home would be more than capable of it. but they aren't home. this isn't clark kent. and as far as damian's ears can pick up, he hasn't been able to detect a change in breathing patterns.
every few steps, he slowly drags the soles of his boots across the ground to break up the sound of his steps. he can't muffle himself completely, that would be impossible considering how well kryptonian hearing can be. or most other alien species damian is familiar with, for that matter.
hernan's body goes undisturbed, as damian instead carefully opens the drawer of his nightstand, slowly sliding it out enough to get his hands on what's inside. )
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There's also some government correspondence that Hernan could not be bothered to properly safeguard. Maybe he never expected anyone to get this close. Maybe he should have reconsidered when Kirk told him how close Magnus got.
Either way, he decides its time to let the little pest know Hernan is awake and though he doesn't roll over to confront him he does speak up. ]
If you're here to steal from me, I'm sorry to have to disappoint you. [ He doesn't sound sorry at all. ]
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the letters from the government, damian removes from the drawer entirely with intentions of sifting through them.
up until hernan speaks up, and damian immediately shifts from keeping perfectly quiet to quickly moving his legs so his knees are bent, his hand is poised over the sheath containing the kryptonite blade, and eyes are focused down on the body lying in bed. )
If I came here intending to steal from you, I wouldn't have left you asleep. ( he's not that stupid. ) You wouldn't have gotten back up any time soon to interrupt.
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You!
[ Hernan is fast and reaches for the boy. Not entirely sure what he'll do if he gets his hands on him. He's of a mind to throw him out the window, see if Robin knew how to fly or if he could learn. He still owes Damian for stabbing him the first time around. ]
Whatever you took from that drawer, put it back.
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he knows well how he should be handling getting grabbed: there's a relatively large chance his assumption is incorrect, that his gut instinct is off, and hernan having a good hold on him could end with damian coming out of this significantly more injured than he really wants to be currently. but he also has to balance showing competency and feigning incompetence, lest he encourage hernan to push harder than necessary. and if the kryptonite doesn't work - well. there are several ways to get out of a hold once one's caught that may be easier than continuing the physical fight that would come out of it. )
»Tt«. ( the piece of mail remains in damian's left hand, while his right yanks the kryptonite blade out of its lead sheath, raising it to press it against the edge of hernan's neck. a threat, not a promise. ) Make me.
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All that to say he's not overly concerned about the knife. The glowing of it meant nothing. It wasn't red. Fair Play was red. His hackles are raised only when he realizes he had not seen it coming, that the sheath had properly shielded it from his eyesight. Which means...what, exactly, he wasn't sure.
He could see through most things. Lead being the only exception he knew of. When the blade presses into his neck, he can feel it. Not bending, but cutting and a waning in his strength. He shoves Damian away, but not with the amount of force he would have otherwise. It did not go unnoticed. But it isn't his immediate concern. Putting distance between him and whatever that knife is made of is. ]
What is that?!
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hernan moves to push him away, but damian doesn't allow himself to move very far. instead, he lets his upper half move back with the push, and bends himself backward into an easy, tight backflip, knife still in hand - so when he's back on his feet, he can easily lurch forward to press right back into hernan's personal space. )
Wouldn't you like to know?
( obviously. he did ask. damian's not going to tell him while hernan's still capable of trying to put distance between them though. no, he's going to wait until hernan's down, weakened and incapacitated, before he gives him answers. )
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As Damian presses in, Hernan must decide quickly how to react. Even with it close, he can feel it draining him and the sense of normalcy bleeding away with it. It puts an ache in his muscles. Was he still fast enough to snatch the knife and throw it away? He didn't know. He didn't know and he hated the uncertainty of it. ]
Hijo de puta. What is wrong with it? [ It had to be something wrong. Something terribly wrong if just being near it can do so much. ]
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Es de tu mundo natal.
( home world, which he's hoping will be enough to throw hernan off long enough for damian to shove his boot up against the bedframe and use it as a springboard to give him enough momentum he can leap up and onto hernan's shoulders.
he's tall, and damian prefers to be at a level that puts his line of sight above his opponents. and if hernan falls backwards - well. damian has kneepads on for a reason. )
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Right now, his priority is not to lose his dinner or his balance when Damian's extra weight lands on his shoulders. He grabs the boy by his ankles and has to search for the strength to throw him and that cursed object away.
Hernan is not a praying man, but right now he prays Kirk is somewhere he can hear him. ]
Kirk! Kirk!
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Hearing noise from Hernan’s bedroom and then Hernan calling for him pushes Kirk use his enhanced speed further. He can’t remember the last time Hernan called out for him under that much distress. It scares Kirk. Hernan is usually too powerful and too arrogant to yell out to anyone like that.
He's not as fast as a Kryptonian or a New God, but Kirk is swift enough to throw a pair of bolas at Damian to try and trap him. Then he storms right in to try and pin the boy to the ground from behind. He won't use his full strength for now but he's not holding back the same way he was the last time he and Damian met. He uses just enough strength to demonstrate he's not human]
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a well enough plan, except he starts calling for someone else and damian snarls at the inconvenience. he's moving the knife back to its sheath, point already made even if he hadn't gotten to finish his planned speech, but before he manages to take his hand away from where he's stored it and get off of hernan, the bolas wrap around him.
his gauntlets are made with capture in mind: sharp and pointed in areas to allow for a quick escape, but before he can move his wrists enough to get himself loose, kirk is on top of him, pinning him to the ground. )
Get off!
( damian isn't struggling. not yet. he knows once he starts, he'll need to remove himself quickly before kirk realizes what he's doing and it has to be before hernan recovers. his time is limited, but he has a moment. )
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[ It is a struggle to stay upright. But there's a flood of relief when Kirk arrives and Damian's weight leaves him. He holds himself steady, bracing against the wall so he doesn't fall while he catches his breath. The knife is gone and that's another relief. He hates the thought of being weak, especially in front of someone who clearly knows his weaknesses better than he does. So it's only a moment before he pulls himself upright to stand on his own two feet. ]
What is that knife? What did you mean it is from my home world?
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While still keeping Damian pinned, Kirk searches for the knife on him. The kid could still take it out again so Kirk needs to get the weapon as far from Hernan as possible]
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he growls when kirk starts searching him, but damian still stays still. for the moment. )
If you want answers, I would suggest removing your hands from my person.
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Let him up. Let's see what he has to say for himself.
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A lot of demands from a home invader.
[The monotone Kirk uses most of the time has hardened into a glacial one. It's what he usually speaks in to interrogate Gotham's scum. Under the dead of night, Kirk's red eyes almost glow in cold anger. Damian might be a kid but no one normal tries to attack someone in the middle of the night in their home]
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good.
but the paranoia is justified. he rolls his eyes, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth but allows it to happen. waits, until kirk has pulled away to twists his wrist enough to align the bolas line with the sharp-bladed parts of his gauntlets to free himself. it takes mere seconds to free himself, a show he intentionally puts on to show them that while kirk may have visibly had the upper hand, damian likely could have freed himself at his leisure.
he pulls himself up onto his knees, slowly. more for their benefit than his own. look, he's not reaching for the knife. not yet.
but he is twisting around to get a better look at - )
Langstrom. Ah. That makes sense.
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But then someone else could find it and what if they knew what it would do to him? That's not a risk he could take. Hernan didn't want it near, but he wanted to know where it was. ]
I'm not normally very kind to people who threaten me. But you knew that knife would hurt me and I want to know what it is. Now.
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The knife can't be a normal blade. Project Fair Play's weapons mimicked Krypton's sun. Was there something else from Hernan's home planet that could kill Hernan? Depending on what Damian says, Kirk doesn't intend to return the weapon. Better to have it studied and locked away somewhere safe. Like Hernan, Kirk also believes it can't fall into the wrong hands.
Kirk also caught how Damian already knew his name. He's guessing there's another version of him from his world. Under different circumstances Kirk would be curious to what his counterpart is like but at the moment, there are much more serious matters to take care of.
So he silently waits for Damian to answer back]
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I wasn't certain it would be effective. ( it's true, he hadn't known for sure. ) The Superman where I come from is Kryptonian, but I am aware there are other species who closely resemble them and their capabilities without having the same weakness to Kryptonite.
( hands raise in mock surrender, but damian also allows the tension in his frame to relax some. he's on-guard but not preparing for battle. )
I wanted to confirm whether or not you were Kryptonian, first and foremost. Asking would have been inefficient; Daxamites have a history of trying to blend in with them. Considering how close they are to one another biologically, this was the quickest, most efficient method.
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He had no reason to trust this boy. But he finds himself trusting Damian more than he'd ever trusted Lex Luthor. ]
You went through all of this to confirm who I am? [ He laughs a little, incredulous. ] You should have asked first. I would have told you. Maybe even proved it if you had asked nicely.
[ He eyes the knife still in Kirk's hands. ] Why does it matter if I am weak to Kryptonite? Did you think I was a threat?
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If he had turned out to be a Daxamite, did you have an escape plan in mind?
[Kirk wants to know if Damian really was prepared for every grim possibility or if he was just reckless and lacking self-preservation]
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( he can't trust a word out of hernan's mouth - yet. but it isn't necessarily saying anything against hernan, because damian trusts no one without evidence they are trustworthy.
at the question from kirk, damian snorts. twists around just enough to look over to him, eyes narrowing. not in a threatening way. in a way that matches the twitch of his lips that almost, almost turns into a grin. )
Would you like to try that move again? See if you're able to take me down? If he had been a Daxamite, I would have still been able to escape easily.
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