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ℒℒ 52 || forward dated to sunday morning

[Room 1719]

[ While Lana's mood had been uplifted recently, the announcement of Damon's departure hit her like a truck, and even now she still feels winded. But she thinks she's had enough of sitting in the dark and ignoring the world. Even Ezio's advances have been brushed off since, the inquiries of friends just greeted with a stiff smile and distant gaze. There are a thousand reasons why Lana's mind and heart both feel jagged now; not quite broken, but damaged.

How many times is that, now?

It doesn't matter. None of it matters. Lana reminds herself what convinced her to hook up with Ezio in the first place. If none of it matters, why can't she do whatever she wants? Why should she always worry about who will go home when, or who might be killed? People either returned home or came back two weeks later. What does it matter?

This is her mantra as she spends her Saturday night alone, dying her hair like she had so many years ago, drawing some red undertones back into her rich brown locks, and she knows that the color will glisten once she steps into the sun. It makes her feel a little better, to do something this small but still different, and Sunday morning she takes it several steps further.

Be someone else.

Lana desires nothing more, and so after what might normally be a three-hour make-over if not for her super speed, she shows up at the top of the Ortus Tower decked out in what she's modeled from several styles she'd seen in books, having not liked the high bust-line of the purely Italian fashion. She's not Italian, why pretend to be? If anything, she's more French when you go back far enough, and as they met in Paris, there's nothing wrong with that. In reality, the hair took more time than the outfit but just barely.

Ezio doesn't lock his door, so she's as quick and quiet as a cat when entering, calling on training from several sources more than her powers, as she tip-toes across the floor until she reaches his bed. There, she hikes up her skirts and climbs up onto the mattress, crawling across the covers and overtop him very slowly, her voice a soft whisper. ]

Ezio.

[/Room 1719]

[Alvin]

Did you already move the game night to Sunday, or will we be trying that next week?

[/Alvin]

[Kara]

Let's go out tonight.

[ Yeah on a Sunday, that's right! ~~Lana doesn't know if 'Alvin' actually moved the game to Sundays yet, but until she hears something, she'll assume no.~~ Good, her prayers have been answered. ]

[/Kara]

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Next week. Another friend of mine showed up here, I've been helping her settle in.

Really? Who?

Cassandra Cain. Do you know who she is?

[Ezio can tell the difference between an amorous woman and a hostile encounter in his bed even while half-asleep, and her soft voice certainly helps stir him to wakefulness. Without those, perhaps he might have flipped or made use of the hidden blade still strapped to his arm, even in sleep. It's amazing what the body can learn, and what the heart wants.

His eyes open, half-lidded still, and it takes him a second to register the gorgeous lady on top of him. He certainly hadn't expected her here this morning, and certainly not dressed like that. He gives a chuckle, still sleepy, and one hand finds her thigh.]

This is my favourite kind of morning...

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[Surprised, but chipper!]

Sure! What's the occasion?

Oh, her. I spoke to her over the journal when she first arrived, to offer some advice, but I don't know how helpful I was.

Is she going okay?

She is. As much as I don't want anyone I know being trapped here, having her around even for this short period of a time has been great.

[ The smile on her face is poised, more amused than affectionate, and she settles one hand over his, to teasingly push it back down to her knee. The barest hint of a rather spot-on French accent comes with her words, experience in France finally paying off in ways she never could have predicted. She even makes her voice a little deeper, just enough to sound a touch older and more authoritative.

Must remember not to use contractions, yes. Unfortunately with that she has to borrow memories of Ezio, Lucrezia, and movies. ]

Are you often greeted by noble ladies in your bed? You do not show me the proper respect.

[ The occasion is FUCK DRAMA. ]

I know I haven't been the most social the past few days, but I could really use a break from work and housekeeping is all.

I have a little surprise, too.

[His hand lingers on her knee, willing to be pushed back but unwilling to be put off completely. Instead, his fingers oh-so-subtly search for the hem of her skirt, since it's all pushed up around them.]

My lady! Pardon my manners, I was disoriented from sleep. If I have lost your favour, name the challenge I must undertake to win it back again.

I understand. It's hard to be here for so long without people you know from home. They keep you grounded in a way; rooted to your past and what's waiting for you when you leave.

[She tries to imagine herself going out with Aunt Lana From Home, but it doesn't quite click in her imagination. Too strange, she thinks, but this is a welcome strange.]

You know me, I am glad to pull you away from boring drudgery in favour of fun. What kind of surprise should I be looking out for?

[ Yeah have fun with that, she'll let him explore. It's a pretty dress, she doesn't mind showing it off. It's the first time she's wished from the castle in a long time, so he better appreciate.

Sitting back so that she's pointedly straddling him, Lana tilts her head to let her newly lightened and bound fall over a shoulder as she walks her fingertips up his chest.

At least it's easy to keep a straight face when somewhere in the back of her mind, she's still miserable. ]

You are not a knight, not even a noble. What honorable challenge could you possibly manage? I do not even know what you are, sir, only that I have been hearing your voice in my dreams ever since our meeting in Paris. Perhaps that is what you should apologize for.

You'll figure it out eventually.

[ Even if she doesn't notice Lana's hair right away, the right lighting will show it off at some point. ]

Where should we go? Is there anywhere here you've discovered that you really like?

What do you to get by without them? Make new friends?

You move on.

Oh. [Interesting response.] Hey, you've known people here who were originally from Gotham, right?

[ Yeah well this is not 14-year-old Lana. B( She can't even recommend getting attached to people here, anymore, because you'll just get your heart broken. BROKEN. ]

That's right. Bruce, Dick, Stephanie, and Kate. [ A pause, and her tone definitely softens. ] And Damian.

That's a lot of people. [Pfft, Damian. Glad he's not stuck here with the little hellion.]

How close were you to all of them?

There was Thomas Elliot, too, who masqueraded as Bruce for quite awhile. He had us all fooled for a long time. Even Damian.

[ No she doesn't sound bitter, not at all! ]

And I guess that depends on what you count as close... Dick and I were friends, and we had...some interesting things happen, thanks to the castle. But I would say Damian and I were the closest.

[ She won't mention that she was ready to formally adopt him, paperwork and everything, before he left. BECAUSE THAT KID NEEDS SOME FUCKING STABILITY and she blames Bruce for Damian's entire life, sorry. ]

Do you know any of them?

[ She can't picture Stephanie really showing off a classmate to the entire Bat Brigade, really, even if he does know. It doesn't seem to be his element. ]

[Stops himself from saying "you were closest with Damian?". It's a good thing Lana doesn't say her thoughts about Bruce out loud, OR SHE WOULD BE BOOTED FROM THE GROUP. No Bruce haters allowed.]

I'm guessing you mean Bruce Wayne? Everyone knows who Bruce Wayne is in Gotham.

[Wants to dig a little deeper before he reveals himself.]

What kind of interesting things happened, if you don't mind me asking?

[ Amusingly enough, the previous time Bruce and Lana were around, they were good friends. But she has no memories of that, unfortunately, just leftover notes that she sort of scoffs at. ]

Right, Bruce Wayne.

[ Now she pauses. Lana can tell when she's being interrogated, she just can't really tell why. If he just trying to find out if she knows about the Bats? Surely Stephanie would have told him...

Maybe not. ]

Well, Dick and I were...forced to fall in love, more or less. We got married. [ Sheepish foreverrrr. ] It was almost a week before the effects were reversed, but since divorce isn't permitted here, there wasn't much we could do about it at the time. Damian didn't react well, but he got over it, sort of.

[Glad there's no visual feed here because omg LANA MARRIED DICK? Leans back in his chair, trying to process this information.]

Oh, wow. I knew the castle could make us do crazy things here, but I didn't think it could make us do that.

[Somewhere out there in the multiverse, Babs and Starfire must be screeching.]

It can make you do anything. Take your memories, alter them, make you fall in love, change you into an animal, or even the opposite gender. Whatever you can imagine, the castle can probably accomplish.

[ Actually it was really Cupid who made them fall in love, but she doesn't know! And the castle's still just as capable. ]

For the longest time the people in the city would insist on calling me Mrs. Grayson instead of Mrs. Luthor, and since I live there, I had to deal with it pretty often. They finally stopped, after I insisted for the thousandth time and he left the second time.

[Tim's thoughts are cycling faster than a speeding and speeding Kryptonian. He has one last question for her, before he decides what he wants his next course of action to be.]

Something like that had to be really awkward after wards. Were the two of you still close after it happened or just kinda ignore it?

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