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Emma Frost: Arkham City

She watched as the Joker’s expression made it clear that he was not very impressed: of course all he knew of her was Rocko’s tasteless, but expected introduction of her. Stripper or prostitute were just a few categories’ people threw her into upon first seeing her: after all the eyes are the first thing that make contact, if people liked what they saw they were usually more open to suggestion: be it psychic or not.

Emma smiled and met his unnerving yellow eyes with her calm crystal blue ones’: pretty sharp for a lunatic, or maybe it was paranoia, but what ever the case he was of course completely in the right to be suspicious of her. Hostile takeovers were too brutish and did not appeal to Emma one bit, especially since she did not have a brute on hand, of course Joker’s men were easy to control: so were all weak minded fools’. She had no problem with playing by the rules' of others': unless or until they conflicted with her own of course. No doubt the twisted clown had more than his men to attempt to ensure he was not overthrown: perhaps his other fail safes’ would prove more challenging maybe even entertaining.

She would play it safe for now, if there was such a thing here: trust needed to be earned, although there was also the illusion of trust, not one she could easily conjure, but one that could work just as well as the real thing. Emma grinned a little thinking: what was she doing in this cesspool of a city? “Very well, you are right of course, I am not from around here. she smiled and laughed softly when he said she was a rebel: a little flattery never hurt, for either side. “As to what I am doing in your city, I am just looking for work and a change of scenery. I thought you may be able to help, perhaps you could use a feminine touch around here” she said, in a neutral tone. "Do you need me to interview?" she asked.

Loki laughed. "I miss the day of baristas and regular coffee houses."
He spotted the Walgreens ahead and began to move in closer. "You wouldn't happen to have a weapon in you, would you?' He glanced at her. Just in case they ran into some crazy territorial person inside, he wanted to be ready.
"I have a pocket knife honestly.. But my magic... I can use that to protect us for some time." He offered. "But you'll have to stick close to me."

Loki smirked as he followed her inside the store and on instict grabbed a cart.
The store was rather trashed but there was still product all over the shelves and floor. Loki was not surprised to see old blood stains on the floor. More than likley from the first wave of looting that occured when all the s**t hit the fan.
He pushed the cart along, pretty sure that any medical suplies would be picked clean but didn't hurt to look. He leapt over the counter of the pharmecy to see the drugs and pills picked clean but he found teh first aid kit under the counter. Lucky for him there was alos some antibiotics inside. Loki stuffed the contents of the case in his pockets for future use. He was able to take pullets with barley a sctratch if he used his magic, but mortals were not so luchy.
Loki had gathered a few random odds and ends, including a blanket, some food that wouldn't parish quickly, a flashlight for the lady since he could create his own light.
Loki headed toward the coffee section to find Lois. They could scope out the hardwear next but garonteed all guns were already gone. They had better luck breaking into a house along the way and hope the owners were card carying members of the NRA.
"You ready?" He looked around for her.

Lo walked toward her. "Who and what?' He looked a bit puzzled.
No matter what he was happy to have someone to travel with. If she could help him find Jane any faster then he just might kiss her.

3 months ago:

The rumors were he had died with the rest of them, but one last parting gift from his mother allowed him to survive. It had taken a few years though until he was ready to face the word again.

Emerging from the pit, one of the servants handed him his robe as he made his way out. He had grown to resemble more of his father than he expected and knew he might get mistaken for the man had times been different.

"I'm heading back home." He said bitterly to one of the servants. "I do suspect you will try and stop me, for your own good."
"Of course young master." The servant kept his head down and avoided eye contact with the young man.
"Will you be going back to the manor?" The servant asked.
"The manor is in ruins last I heard. I'm going to the cave though. What may be left of it." Damian paused at the display cases he had placed in his grandfather's home. He felt a tug at his heart looking at the ruined Batsuit and Nightwing suit that took shelter in the cases. His old Robin costume was in better shape but still appeared that no one should of survived the wreckage it endured.
"I'm going back. No one can convince me otherwise."



Now: Gotham City.

He had walked for so long he was sure these boots were going to give sooner or later. This was the 7th pair he had taken from a random department store and walked the soles off.
Damian Wayne, the once spoiled child of Talia and Bruce was now like any other homeless drifter with a chip on his shoulder. He was now 20 years old and looking for anything left of his home to restore. He wanted to make his father proud and show Richard Grayson that his own sacrafise was not a waste. He wondered what had happened to Tim Drake and even Jason Todd. He wondered about Barbra and Cass. Last he heard from his grandfather's men was Pennyworth was shot and killed when the manor was robbed after Bruce was revealed to be Batman.
He had to see what was left for himself. Find the cave or whatever was left, and restore order and balance. He had to contact anyone left from the League or the X-Men.




Loki began to pull a few things off the shelfe. "I can create a pocket dimension so we can take a lot of this with us." He smiled.
He paused and listened for a monet. "We have company." He said. In a moment Loki was gone to investigate.

Damian walked through the reminance of the store and began to look over what was left of the foot wear. He could gather food and splies once his feet were good and secure.
Lifting his head Damian had his knife drawin in one second and pinned a man to the wall in the next.
Loki locked eyes with the young man and the two glared at eachother.
"Who are you?" Loki demanded.
"Tt.. Why are you sneaking up on me?" Damian demanded.
"I asked you a question!" Loki's eyes flashed green.
"I'm not afraid of a fallen demi god." Damian spat. "I know who you are." He hissed.
Whoever this man was, he was well educated in magic and the mystic arts and knew Loki's story.

Damian released Loki and looked at Lois. He ignored her hitting him.
"I'm not my father." He said simply. "I havn't been able to come back Miss Lane." He stated simply. "I was recovering."

Loki tilted his head. "Your the former Robin?"

Damian nodded his head. "Wheres Superman?" He asked Lois. "Have you heard from any of the other League members?" He looked a bit afraid of what the answers might be.

Damian had tears in his eyes. "I didn't see him when.. It all happened. Grayson was sheilding me." He looked away. "I woke up in a lazers pit months after it all happened. My mother collected me. I don't even know if any other members of the family are alive. Alfred was killed in a robbery."

Loki glanced over to Lois. "Then we go to Haven. Our best chances." He said softly.

Loki looked between the two then at Damian. "You may come with us.' He offered.
Damian shook his head. "I'm going to the cave and will send out a message to anyone alive who can answer. Then I'm taking up my father's mantle and restoring this city." He said sternly.
Loki had a feeling the young man would be fine. He looked to Lois. "Well. Then how about that coffee?" He smiled.