[ Damian has moved on to the high road, trying to steer clear of the chaos unfolding. Intervening where he can, trying hard not to think of how similar all this is starting to feel to a past he's not yet recovered from. He's not wearing the Nightwing suit - it stands out too much and it'd just paint a target on him - but he is wearing a domino mask. His long hair pulled back in a tight bun on the top of his head to conceal the length.
That flash of red catches his eye. He turns, gritting his teeth.
There's no time to keep pretending like he isn't here. He's close just in time to hear Jason's words. He wastes no time in speaking. ]
Until the world ends, or until someone snaps some sense into them.
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That flash of red catches his eye. He turns, gritting his teeth.
There's no time to keep pretending like he isn't here. He's close just in time to hear Jason's words. He wastes no time in speaking. ]
Until the world ends, or until someone snaps some sense into them.