Espera | R. Grayson ✔

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Lavina knew very well that Lincoln March wouldn't go down without a fight.

He had been the Head of the Court for over ten years and had kept using its power, most of the times abusing it to be exact. There was no way he could let that power and control be snatched from him that easily and especially not if the one threatening to end his days of power was a woman.

She knew her threat had shaken him since he hadn't really expected the rightful Head to show up after such a long time of the Court being entirely at his disposal. But whether he would oblige to her offer or not was something she had yet to determine.

The only consolation was that after seeing the dagger in her hands, most of the Court had sided up with her, out of fear obviously. They had known in that split second that she could have killed him very easily yet chose to give him a second chance.

That meant none of them would pursue the Gray Son until or unless she wanted them to. And she had no such intentions as of yet since she already knew who the Gray Son was, what he had been up to and why. 

The Gray Son was none other than Richard, a boy who in her own words was very dear to her.

Lavina did not feel any threat from him contrary to March's judgement. She knew he would only mess with the Court if they gave him a reason to retaliate. Unfortunately, the attack of Talons on him previously could suffice as a reason too. 

She was also fully aware that the only reason he had been able to survive that attack from the Talons weeks ago was that she had trained him herself back when he had worked for him. The purpose she had had in mind for him was for him to become a Talon hence she had already imparted everything he needed to know for the job indirectly.

He was good at defending himself, his aim was perfect, he excelled in using knives and daggers as a weapon since that was quite the preferred choice for a Talon of the Court.

The only thing he didn't know and she didn't let him find out till then was why he had been trained as such and what real use she had had of him. However, she had told him that she was willing to give him time to see whether his current decision of being the city's protector would work or not and despite their last meetup which had gone somewhat sour, she still stood by her word.

Her temples throbbed as she placed aside her laptop, unable to concentrate on her work. She was in her office at the Vikander Associates' branch in Western Gotham, apparently overlooking the proceedings of her company's recent ventures.

However, her eyes landed on an email from a company they had worked with previously and her eyes flickered in recognition.

The March Ventures owned by Lincoln March, the very man impersonating to be the Head of the Court. Even thinking about him sent a wave of fury coursing through her.

"Augusta," she looked up and the woman who was at her table at the far end of her office stood up immediately.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Send a message to Mister Wayne that I would like to join him for dinner tonight."

"Right away, Ma'am," she nodded, going back to her desk to make the call. Minutes later, she came to her to inform the result, "I was able to convey it to Mister Pennyworth. He says they would love to have you join."

"Thank you."

She switched off her laptop and placed away the files scattered on her desk, brow furrowing in a thoughtful expression.

She would have to take action regarding March Ventures very soon. And the only person she wished to discuss it with was Bruce.

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