<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lor Zod<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Kryptonian Battle Armour (House of Zod)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 22, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Showing Artemis The Old Sanctuary<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Artemis<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Zod nodded. He was vaguely aware of Ra's Al Ghul and the League of Assassins. What little that Zod knew of the Demon's Head cause him to think of his own a father - an extremist whose methods disturbed and frightened those of lesser will and lesser vision. Perhaps that common element was what created the hope within Zod that he might have gainful association with Damian. The hulking Kryptonian wondered what part of Damian being willing to sacrifice others for the sake of the mission vexed the team members so. Did they doubt Damian's tactical and strategic acumen and think he would too readily sacrifice singularly irreplaceable assets cheaply? Or did they hold their own lives so dearly that there was<em>nothing</em>they would give them up for?<br/><br/>Zod stiffened as Artemis bumped his arm with her own, stopping midstep for a small part of a second. His eyes widened just slightly as he felt a sense of shock and revulsion as her bare skin made contact with his armoured arm. But he quickly mastered the emotion that he felt and forced his body to relax. Physical contact outside of the context of combat made Zod uncomfortable. Humans were so casual about touching but it was something that, for Zod, was foreign and taboo. The majority of his life had taken place within the Phantom Zone, a realm of insubstantial torment. Only three years of his brief life had involved any sort of tactile contact, and in his upbringing - curated by the remnants of Krypton's military caste and followers thereof - he was taught that frivolous physical contact was a weakness, an indulgence of lessers. Zod had never witness his mother and father touch one another in a way that was not needful.<br/><br/><strong>"I was born in the Phantom Zone. I existed there for the first eighteen years of my life."</strong>Zod said of himself in a tone of voice that was, if possible, even more devoid of emotion than before. It was a history of nothingness.<strong>"I fought Superman and the Justice League during the Black Zero Event and Battle of Metropolis. It ended with Superman on his knees before me and my hands around his throat until other members of the Justice League intervened and he fled to retrieve his Phantom Zone projector. That was all until he invited me to join this team. That is the extent of my interaction with him. I met Supergirl for the first time at the first team briefing. There was another encounter the following day of no substance or consequence."</strong>