Holder of the Cowl
Alfred walked into the Wayne building, he had no more time than to borrow a spare change of clothes and ready his luggage 'for travel' than he ran into Bruce Wayne.
"Oh Master Bruce, my apologizes I simply realized the Rolls Royce needed and oil change and I took the car over to your favourite mechanic in Coast City to have it taken car of. No need to worry, I can see to it that you'll make it home in no time. That is of course saying you're not taking the helicopter back to Gotham." Alfred watched for the last of the nearby people to resume their business. The sight of Bruce Wayne tended to turn a few heads and with turned heads came tuned ears and the last thing the gossip column needed was to hear something about Butler and Master being super heroes together.
"Look there's no way Manta pulled this off on his own. None of those chumps could have. I'm telling you Bruce, there's something bloody terrible going on behind the scenes. The League is too green to function on this. We need to get some agents in the field now and worry about team building later. This was only the first attack and who knows what they're going to do next now that they have the ARC Portal. I was on my way back to Gotham, I commissioned Lucius in the construction of a better suit and a vehicle to make up for the lack of my super powers. Not to mention my age."
Alfred paused, taking a deep breath he continued.
"Look Bruce, I'm sorry to have worried you. And yes I do know what you're feeling right now. For years I waited at the mansion, hoping you'd make it back alive. I've treated your wounds and I've rescued you when you've been on the brink of death. You're as much my son as you are my best friend. I hope you can find it you to trust that I too will come back when I go into the field solo. I have both you and Abel to watch my back. If you can get the League to display the Bat brand of comradeship then I'll work with the team again. I know I'm just as much to blame as the others, but I can't retreat and watch my mistakes escape me Bruce. But hopefully you can work with this."
Alfred pulled out a small micro SD card and passed it to Bruce.
"This is all the information my tracking device was able to recover, but hopefully it can tell you some trajectory or perhaps it managed to hack their comms some before being deactivated. Either way I hope it will be helpful Bruce."
Patting Bruce on the arm, Alfred headed for the door.
"Enjoy your helicopter ride Master Bruce, I shall see you at the mansion. I understand you'll be joining Miss Vale for dinner? Should I consider myself to have the night off."
Alfred excused himself and headed for the helicopter that he knew was waiting him. He did after all have a meeting with Mr. Fox.
"I must say Lucius, you've out done yourself again." Alfred said as he looked over the new suit. The suit was over all much better armored, and colored in more dark tones. The cape and cowl were subtly decorated with urban camouflage and capable of going to an active mode allowing them to blend with Owlman's surroundings. The cape was also of a much better material, capable of not only stopping weapons fire but also refracted and displacing the impact. In addition to this, the cape was made of several tiny "feather" plates allowing for it to shrink and expand in shape, enabling Alfred to glide but also allowing freer movement when the cape collapsed to smaller sizes. The chest plate of the suit contained an electro magnetic gyro scope capable of reflecting small weapons fire away from Alfred. The body suit was augmented to increase Alfred's strength but also to minimize the wear on the older man's body. A feature added by Bruce unknown to Alfred.
"There's a couple surprises in the suit itself, but I'm afraid we likely don't have time for all of them. Besides I know what you really want to see." He said as he motioned for Alfred to follow him into a small hangar like area. Flicking on the large bay lights, a small air craft sat in the middle of the room.
"This is the Knight Owl, as I dubbed it. Engineered using technology from the Batwing and Batmobile, this baby has retractable wings, invisible to radar, reflected camouflage panels and even a Owlbike on board for your use. She's capable of breaking Mach 2 is you really push her, but like I told you on the phone she hasn't been field tested yet."
"Don't worry Lucius, I'll take good care of her." Alfred said as he shook, Lucius' hand and walked towards the aircraft. It was big enough to hold a small team of probably four people. Two in the pilot seats, and probably two more if the bike wasn't on board. The wings looked like they would fan out from the top and then curve downwards making the Knight Owl look like a literal owl in flight. Heading on board, he began to suit up with the hangar doors opened up to the Gotham Night sky.
Zauriel moved through the crowded drinking establishment, offering an "excuse me" or a "pardon me" here and there. On one level he was very aware of the effect of his entrance on the patrons because he could never afford to be less than fully aware of his surroundings, but on another he was ignoring them. Or more precisely, he was ignoring their shock and murmuring. He was focused on the presence he had felt. Very strong magical power in the hands of a very good person, something he had encountered far too seldom during his visits to the lands of men. It seemed to always be the filthiest hands that were grabbing for the most power.
The effect he was having was a growing territory of silence, or as much silence as there could be with background music piped in over speakers arrayed throughout the bar. Zauriel could appear human. In fact, it was a common thing for angels to do. One of the early Christian apostles had even warned his followers that anyone they interacted with might be an angel. But it was something he only did if he was sent to do it. He hadn't even thought to change from his armor to something more appropriate to the setting, and probably wouldn't have if it had occurred to him. His height alone would have attracted attention, being above two meters. In his current form, he was unearthly white, with silvery grey hair cut in a flattop. His handsome, somewhat thin face was stern and his eyes a piercing red. Mystic symbols covered the parts of his limbs the bar's patrons could see. He wore bracers that appeared to be made of brass or gold and a massive breastplate with a white-on-black symbol of an eagle. A long sword rested against his leg, the golden hilt and scabbard both of perfect and beautiful workmanship. He carried a warrior's helmet under his arm that was made from the same metal, and his posture was ramrod straight, like the trained veteran he was.
And then there were the wings. They were folded against his back, but still enormous, with bright white feathers as long as the average human forearm and a span that could only be guessed at.
As the crowd parted, he saw her, sitting at a table alone. She was lovely. So was her dress, though far too short and revealing in his opinion...but then, it was his job to serve the Most High, not judge His creations for Him. But judge her he must. At the least, he would have to judge her fitness for the task ahead. She seemed very young, but there was a wisdom in those dark eyes that was often missing in those who were much, much older. And for one to hold the power she did and use it for the gain of others...
He stopped before her table...paused a moment, looking down at her...and he was sure. She would be a warrior in the fight that was coming. She would be a more than suitable comrade.
"Good evening. I am the servant of the Most High God who is known as Zauriel. May I join you?"
Last edited by Silverback; 01-29-2013 at 09:42 PM.
Entering the bar, Barrack eyes darted around the room. It was your typical bar, with groups of people dotted about, along with the lone bachelors trying to sleep with any women they could get their hands on. It was not a place where Barrack would usually go. He was more of a stay at home guy. That was, if he wasn't out fighting crime. Usually about this time at night, he would be out patrol the city, or on the odd chance, finishing some work. It was fair to say that he didn't get to socialize much.
At last Barrack's eyes stopped on Zatanna. She looked pretty in the dress she wore. It seemed fairly popular with the young men in the bar too. She had in fact been dismissing someone on his arrival and it was clear that the guy was clearly wanted to sleep with the woman. Barrack smirked.
Deciding he might as well get his drink first, he approached the bar. Catching the bartender's attention with a smile, Barrack offered a wad of dollars, before receiving a glass of scotch. Thanking the man, Barrack took a swig. It was good. Much better than the measly bottle he often bought from the local grocery store. Turning back his eyes widened. One of the strangest looking people he had ever seen had just entered the bar.
He stood pretty tall, towering above all those around him. His skin was pale and white. The "man" wore what looked to be a golden breastplate, as well as other pieces of armour. That wasn't the weirdest thing though. The weirdest thing had to be the gigantic angelic wings behind the mans back. After a further glance, Barrack realized the giant of a man was making a beeline for Zatanna. Moving fast, he picked up his scotch and sped through the crowd, narrowly squeezing through them. He stopped to the right of his teammate, just in time to here the man's name.
"Any problem, Miss?" Barrack asked, looking to his teammate with a smile.