the-ghost-maker

[the-ghost-maker]

Ooc: Look who I got in the mail :)

[the-ghost-maker]

Hhh. Gorgeous. 

@officialbruciewayne

[the-ghost-maker]

I'll admit I do not excel at contradicting outright lies and slander about me said by someone who should be very aware of the opposite.

Hey dad... I need help.

@jasonwayne-todd

Jay? Jaylad? What's wrong?

[the-ghost-maker]

I swear on all that is good and holy I am extremely familiar with the actions preceding, during, and succeeding having sex.

Hey dad... I need help.

@jasonwayne-todd

Jay? Jaylad? What's wrong?

[the-ghost-maker]

[ALERT: Anti-Clownhunter Parental Controls Enabled. File sextapes.zip intercepted. Do you wish to proceed?]

[y/n]

[No, you don't.]

I do! There are witnesses! It's very important to my detective work!

Hey dad... I need help.

@jasonwayne-todd

Jay? Jaylad? What's wrong?

[the-ghost-maker]

I have sex! A lot of it!

Hey dad... I need help.

@jasonwayne-todd

Jay? Jaylad? What's wrong?

[the-ghost-maker]

Got one ages ago. Should have tipped you off with the lack of tiny khans running about fighting crime in every city.

Hey dad... I need help.

@jasonwayne-todd

Jay? Jaylad? What's wrong?

[the-ghost-maker]

I'm going to ride a dragon.

I've been in arkham for a while. Why are there dragons now?

[the-ghost-maker]

Surely the entire point of you having all these children is so when you don't feel like it you can make one of them deal with problems for you.

Hey dad... I need help.

@jasonwayne-todd

Jay? Jaylad? What's wrong?

[the-ghost-maker]

"Why else?" The Ghost-Maker asks, his swords glittering on his back. His footfalls are soft, but hiding has always been less his style when a dramatic entrance could suffice. His sense for the theatrical has developed over the years, as he became better at everything else.

There is a mechanical quality to his voice through the mask, and a lightness that never leaves. "I was trained by the best teachers in the world. Most are dead to time, or by my hand. All except one I have left willingly because they had nothing more to teach." It has been a long, long time since he last was anything approximating a student. It finished the day Bruce Wayne defeated him in single combat and left him to be dumped out in the desert, but from that he had almost learned to lose. "I am always in the mood for the challenge. I would like to learn something fun."

Minhkhoa Khan has designs for himself. The world is only there as a happy coincidence.

The air carries the scent of ancient wood and the distant embers of a dying fire. Ra’s al Ghul does not turn, nor does he need to. He has already marked the presence, weighed the sound of footfalls, and the rhythm of breath. "You stand before me," he observes, voice as even as the stillness around him. "That is no small thing."

There is no threat in his words, nor is there reassurance. Only the weight of understanding, of knowing that every choice leads to consequence. His hands remain at his sides, but power does not need to be brandished to be known.

"Either you seek something… or you have already made a mistake."

His gaze is patient in its scrutiny, not merely idle curiosity.

"Speak," he commands, though the word is not harsh. It is an invitation, or perhaps, a test. "What is it you hope to gain from this?"

[the-ghost-maker]

The suit was a little too armored along the limbs, and not enough on the jaw. It felt naked when he smiled- not enough of an implied smirk, the expression of someone who only did so for their own benefit. Regardless of personal advantages Khoa would rather stop armoring pieces of his chest than his face- and, to be fair, he did. Stylishly.

The giant bat on the chest was good iconography, though, he'd give Bruce that. Khoa had to dress his own sidekicks in white just to form a reasonable brand.

"We can call it your birthday present," Khoa said, dropping the rose on the bedside table and leaning over the bed with elbows propped next to Bruce's face. A bit of an awkward position for a punch to the mouth, but a notably better stance for... other contact. He kicked up a heel, casual as anything. "Mind you don't hurt yourself doing it- can't you managed to get shot at a soirée, of all things."

Going on Valentine's Day would have been desperate, Minhkhoa told himself, so he didn't, and expected nothing. Which was why the inside of both the Haunt and the Ghost-Stream were tastefully decorated with fresh roses and he sent Bao to Blüdhaven so nobody might have to be sent there and ruin what could be an excellent night. He'd already crashed one gala- another banquet would start to turn him predictable.

And then Icon had flashed with an alert on the corner of his screen. Small, blue, the text transcript of a 911 call that triggered enough of his filters that Icon thought it was important enough to bring to his attention. He listened more, then followed the police radio chatter.

Bruce Wayne was down.

Bruce Wayne was down. Publicly shot, at his own spring gala. This meant public hospital visit and eyes on the children- the family would band together in its time of need. They had enough people now that Gotham would be safe- someone would be hopping around in Batman's costume soon enough.

...now there was a thought.

So he took a lovely couple from New York City to bed, because there wasn't anything he could do and he wasn't built for worry- Khoa had days ago told Icon to line up suitable people during Valentine's Day for this specific reason. It was bad luck to have an empty bed, or something. The event was fun. The sex was good, the stories spread presumably wild as soon as they got back.

But Khoa was still a little jealous of the attention he wasn't getting from someone he actually cared about, and a lot smug about his own lack of public identity meaning a lack of collapsed lung. Because of broodmother sentiment or something he decided to wait until the kid was out of observation- and spent the time planning.

Clearly Bruce wasn't going to die. They were too good for that. And clearly Khoa had maybe taken a peek at some hospital records. For fun and convenience, not because he cared.

The rest of the time he spent alternatively patrolling (fighting crime in an extremely cool way, though less now that there wasn't the chance of running into someone almost as cool as him- he spent a bit more time on the streets to make up for the absence) and putting into effect the next part of his plan. Khoa set the date for Bruce's birthday- it should be enough for a coherent enough conversation, at least.

He plotted out paths, checked for trackers, and recorded fresh patrol routes. Then he did it all again, because he knew the man that had trained this the vigilante family and it would be extremely embarrassing to get caught by the child.

(Icon had strict instructions to intercept if someone came in guns blazing, with a script primed for maximum humor and embarrassment. Being simply better, Khoa did not experience nearly as much in the vein of that emotion.)

The day of he showed up at night, avoiding cameras as he was wont to- a lot stealthier than usual, owing to the black. Khoa scaled a wall easily enough, opening a window (it was lucky, really, that Gotham was one of the hospitals that still had openable ones) and allowing himself to be silhouetted in the glass with pointy ears and a rose between his teeth.

He dropped the rose into his hand to speak more easily, making sure the cape fell well enough around him to enhance his shoulders. "Happy birthday, Bruce- never guard stash good enough lah."

@officialbruciewayne

[the-ghost-maker]

Dragons? Where?

I've been in arkham for a while. Why are there dragons now?

[the-ghost-maker]

Going on Valentine's Day would have been desperate, Minhkhoa told himself, so he didn't, and expected nothing. Which was why the inside of both the Haunt and the Ghost-Stream were tastefully decorated with fresh roses and he sent Bao to Blüdhaven so nobody might have to be sent there and ruin what could be an excellent night. He'd already crashed one gala- another banquet would start to turn him predictable.

And then Icon had flashed with an alert on the corner of his screen. Small, blue, the text transcript of a 911 call that triggered enough of his filters that Icon thought it was important enough to bring to his attention. He listened more, then followed the police radio chatter.

Bruce Wayne was down.

Bruce Wayne was down. Publicly shot, at his own spring gala. This meant public hospital visit and eyes on the children- the family would band together in its time of need. They had enough people now that Gotham would be safe- someone would be hopping around in Batman's costume soon enough.

...now there was a thought.

So he took a lovely couple from New York City to bed, because there wasn't anything he could do and he wasn't built for worry- Khoa had days ago told Icon to line up suitable people during Valentine's Day for this specific reason. It was bad luck to have an empty bed, or something. The event was fun. The sex was good, the stories spread presumably wild as soon as they got back.

But Khoa was still a little jealous of the attention he wasn't getting from someone he actually cared about, and a lot smug about his own lack of public identity meaning a lack of collapsed lung. Because of broodmother sentiment or something he decided to wait until the kid was out of observation- and spent the time planning.

Clearly Bruce wasn't going to die. They were too good for that. And clearly Khoa had maybe taken a peek at some hospital records. For fun and convenience, not because he cared.

The rest of the time he spent alternatively patrolling (fighting crime in an extremely cool way, though less now that there wasn't the chance of running into someone almost as cool as him- he spent a bit more time on the streets to make up for the absence) and putting into effect the next part of his plan. Khoa set the date for Bruce's birthday- it should be enough for a coherent enough conversation, at least.

He plotted out paths, checked for trackers, and recorded fresh patrol routes. Then he did it all again, because he knew the man that had trained this the vigilante family and it would be extremely embarrassing to get caught by the child.

(Icon had strict instructions to intercept if someone came in guns blazing, with a script primed for maximum humor and embarrassment. Being simply better, Khoa did not experience nearly as much in the vein of that emotion.)

The day of he showed up at night, avoiding cameras as he was wont to- a lot stealthier than usual, owing to the black. Khoa scaled a wall easily enough, opening a window (it was lucky, really, that Gotham was one of the hospitals that still had openable ones) and allowing himself to be silhouetted in the glass with pointy ears and a rose between his teeth.

He dropped the rose into his hand to speak more easily, making sure the cape fell well enough around him to enhance his shoulders. "Happy birthday, Bruce- never guard stash good enough lah."

@officialbruciewayne

[the-ghost-maker]

I'm planning on hitting up as many monsters as possible within a week- a variety grab bag could be interesting.

So.

If I wanted to actually fight ghosts, what do I need to do?

@the-ghost-maker

depends on the kind of ghosts. If they are particularly angry you could outright fist fight them. Wouldn't get rid of them but if you just wanted a fight find someone mad

[the-ghost-maker]

Wonderful. I'm expecting some very fun fights.

So.

If I wanted to actually fight ghosts, what do I need to do?

@the-ghost-maker

depends on the kind of ghosts. If they are particularly angry you could outright fist fight them. Wouldn't get rid of them but if you just wanted a fight find someone mad

[the-ghost-maker]

Bruce Wayne who you are not in love with got shot

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Why would I care? It's not like I'm in love with him.

Anyway, I was already aware. I am very well-informed.

[the-ghost-maker]

Excellent. What will twenty grand buy me?

So.

If I wanted to actually fight ghosts, what do I need to do?

@the-ghost-maker

depends on the kind of ghosts. If they are particularly angry you could outright fist fight them. Wouldn't get rid of them but if you just wanted a fight find someone mad