i do not sleep

Tape_08 From the League

The camera angle is low down and stable, like Damian has placed it onto a table rather than having to hold it himself. It seems to be in some sort of conference hall, or perhaps a meeting room, and at the closest end of the table to the camera Talia stands tall, professional and regal in stature. Her arms are held neatly in front of her as she grasps a brown file, scanning sternly the contents. in the back corner of the room an entrance door is carved out of dark brown glossy wood, and two masked assassins guard it robotically. On the right side of Talia, sitting at the table almost directly opposite from where the camera is, Ra's sits, looking displeased. The only other person in frame is Jason, who stands a few steps behind Talia. Unlike his adoptive mother, Jason does not look regal, nor professional. Instead he wears a pair of dark baggy sweatpants and an oversized knitted hoodie, cream with multicoloured daisies dotted across the textile. The sleeves are long enough on him that they cover his hands, and one of the 'paws' holds up a piece of plain bread to his mouth, which he munches on absently, eyes unfocused as he stares into the air above the table. 

"-Twenty-six casualties, something which could have been lowered significantly had we been aware that rebellions were starting to form. How did that happen?" Talia demanded, staring coldly at somebody across the table, out of range of the camera. Jason takes another bite of bread, slowly spinning on his heels back and forth, seemingly very bored. 

"Lady Talia, I assure you we were not underprepared," An unrecognisable male voice assures from across the room. "We had a man on the inside of the rebellion group who was supposed to be updating us on the progress weekly." 

"And yet I had no word of any uprisings taking place." Talia turns to look at Jason, who continues to spin. She doesn't blink, simply prompting, "Jason? Were you aware?" 

Jason barely glances at her, leaning his head back and stretching his arms about to disinterestedly sway from side to side. He shakes his head, shoving the last of his bread into his mouth. 

"Care to explain why nobody but you were aware of these uprisings, then?" Talia coldly asks, turning back to face the table. Behind her, Jason looks around before turning to his side, starting to moonwalk back and forth behind her. 

"U-uh," The man responds, now seeming nervous. "We had no reason to believe the rebellions were headed anywhere; we made the collect decision that unless there was certain danger it wasn't a matter you should be bothered with."

Jason snorts, swallowing his mouthful of bread. 

"And now twenty-six good soldiers are dead. What happened to your man on the inside?" Ra's snaps. 

"We only found out after the attack. They found out he was a leak and dispatched him before he could alert us." The man responds. Jason, apparently bored of moonwalking, wanders back over to Talia and starts to air-punch the space around her head and shoulders, fighting the air surrounding her. She doesn't flinch, looking back down at the file in hand. 

"How far did they get?" Ra's turns to demand, looking to Jason, also not blinking at his unprofessional behaviour. 

Jason continues to jump around Talia, making cartoonish punching sounds. "Barely through the first barrier of defence." He shrugs in between swipes. "We got all of them; two are in the dungeon alive for interrogation, so we'll have the name of the leader soon."  

"We need to find out what inspired this and show dominance," Talia decides, looking at Ra's. Losing interest already, Jason abandons his place by her side and moves over to him instead, folding his arms and leaning them across the top of the elder man's chair. 

"I wanna give you a haircut," He mumbles, letting a hand drift down to brush through the top of Ra's head. In an incredible show of patience, Ra's calmly brushes his hand away and ignores the comment, instead answering Talia. 

"Public executions are in order, I will not have such disrespect shown to me on my own land." He agrees, which Talia hums at firmly. 

"Once Jason is finished with interrogations we'll act swiftly, before this can get any bigger." 

"Does this mean I can go back to training?" Damian's voice suddenly pipes up, also sounding supremely bored from behind the camera, and Jason looks over instantly. He spots the camera and sticks out his tongue playfully. "I don't like meetings." Damian complains.

"Apologies, habibi." Talia directs in his direction, tone softer. "But while there are any risks of uprisings at all I would prefer you to be around either myself or your brother for maximum safety. You'll be staying with me while your brother works on finding the idiots that attacked us."

Damian huffs, and Jason grins across the table, starting to jig his head backwards and forwards, somewhat chicken-like. He stands up straight, stepping away from Ra's chair, and starts to move his shoulders as well; dancing to music not present. Talia finally turns to Jason with at least some level of acknowledgement of his behaviour, and she sighs heavily. "And Jason, please take your medication."