"Yes, but we refuse to let that stop us from striving to reach our potential. To do otherwise would simply mean victory for them. However, we currently, are working on a viable defense."
"Defense? Really? We've been here for two days before you mention that?"
"I had to learn that you could be trusted."
"Are you talking about some sort of defensive weapon?"
"You could call it that. Something that we hope will protect us from the next Wraith culling."
"So you are expecting it to happen again."
"Of course. But if the Wraith return as they have historically, they won't be here for least another fifty years."
"Fifty years you say?"
"How about that weapon?"
"Yes, yes. If you'll just come this way."
"You haven't told him that we practically woke the Wraith from hibernation, have you?"
"No, I have— I haven't really had the chance."
"We've been here two days."
"One and a half, really."
"Major, they're not expecting the Wraith for another 50 years. We have to let them know they could show up at any time now."
"If you're so eager, why don't you tell them?"
Uther trying to find Arthur a trophy wife versus Arthur wanting to be Merlin's trophy wife, fuckin fight
DING DING DING
WAKE UP BITCHES WE GOTTA BRAWL GOING ON
IN THE LEFT IS UTHER PENDRAGON, TYRANT KING, AND HATER OF MAGIC. HE APPROACHES THE RING WITH THE INTENTIONS OF WINNING AND CONVINCING HIS SON, THE CROWN PRINCE, THAT HE SHOULD HURRY UP AND MARRY SOME PRETTY LADY TO COMPLETE THE HETERO ROYAL AGENDA
TO THE RIGHT IS THE CROWN PRINCE, THE SWORD SWISHING BISEXUAL.....ARTHURRRRRRR PENDRAGON!!!!! HE ENTERS THE RING ALSO INTENDING TO WIN
(AH DAMN, BOTH ARE VERY SURE OF THEMSELVES)
RIGHT THEY ARE, JACK
ARTHUR STANDS AGAINST HIS FATHER ON THE BASIS THAT HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO BE TROPHY WIFE AFTER SPENDING 20 YEARS DOING ALL THE WORK FOR THE KINGDOM. IT'S A VERY BI WAY OF THINKING AND ONE I AM ALL FOR THIS IDEOLOGY
(SAME HERE, I'D LIKE TO BE THE STAY AT HOME SPOUSE FOR ONCE)
JACK, YOU'RE ONE OF KIND
NOW, THE TWO MEN ARE CIRCLING EACH OTHER SENDING THROWS THAT NEVER HIT. AND OH, WHAT'S THIS???
(I BELIEVE THAT'S---)
MERGWEN ENTERS THE RING WITH A STEEL CHAIR, EFFECTIVELY KNOCKING OUT UTHER PENDRAGON. FOLKS...I THINK WE'VE FOUND OURSELVES CAMELOT'S NEW RULERS
Damian: Sorry Richard, I cannot attend to the situation. That would give up my hiding spot.
Damian: I meant vantage point.
Damian: If any of you tell Bruce, I will murder you.
Cass: Damian, look up
*sends photo of Damian in the rafters of Wayne Manor*
Damian: Ah, great minds think alike I see.
Tim: hold up Dick, I wanna get out of this conversation too, I'll be over in a sec
Steph: Can't relate
Steph: This is why you don't let the first billionaire who offers adopt you
Steph: then you gotta go to the stuffy parties
Steph: Duke and I are the only smart ones
Duke: Agreed, have fun at the party
Later at the Gala
*Red Hood and the Outlaws come busting through the door*
Red Hood: This is a hostage situation
Red Hood: We want Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, and Damian Wayne.
Bruce, also desperately wanting to get out: Aren't you forgetting someone
Red Hood: Oh, right, Alfred Pennyworth
Bruce: aren't you forgetting someone else?
Red Hood: No
Bruce: Ja- Red Hood. Aren't you going to take me!
Red Hood: what would I need you for? I already have CEO of Wayne enterprises *ruffles Tim's hair, about to get fought by Tim* (under his breath: you fight back, I'm leaving you behind), a police officer, biological son of a billionaire, cool af dancer Cassandra Cain, and Alfred the Almighty
Bruce: don't you want a billionaire too?
Red Hood: If I take you, who is going to pay the ransom?
*Taking the Batkids and Alfred out of the gala as Bruce pouts*
Jason: one of you swipped Bruce's credit card before we left, right?