<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7hVFVMt.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Character Name: Damian Wayne<br/>Date/Time: Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br/>Location: Wayne Manor, Gotham City<br/>Wearing: Black civilian clothing (nondescript hooded jacket, scarf, cotton pants, sneakers)<br/>Tagged: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Selina Kyle<br/>Warnings: None<br/><br/>Damian was growing dizzied by the rate at which the questions kept coming, almost as much as the stories and information that made zero sense. When 'Selina' moved her hand from her whip, he decided to relent and show her the same courtesy by relinquishing his grip on his sword. It didn't make him comfortable to do so, but he was beginning to suspect that this girl believed the things she was saying, even if it didn't make any sense to him.<br/>"Bruce had <em>a</em> kid," he corrected her, tersely. "And I can't say I've ever asked under what circumstances it happened. Some things you just accept. And I'm not a kid," he corrected, with indignation that sounded very much like a child and not the adult he purported to be.<br/><br/>As they headed toward the kitchens, he vehemently refused to allow her to slip an arm through his. It wasn't a personal thing; he just didn't like anyone getting that close. She might see it as playful affection, but all he saw was the impediment to one of his sword arms should he need to draw it.<br/>"I don't know anything about any Sirens club, and I'm almost certain this 'Barb' isn't the same one I'm thinking of," he muttered to her. If she was going to cling to this truth of hers, he may as well try to riddle it out with her. "I haven't been here for a while. Five years, more or less. Is the club new?" he asked.<br/><br/>He very nearly breathed a sigh of relief as the kitchen door came into view. He had a wealth of problems on his mind already, and the girl wasn't doing anything to alleviate them. He was beginning to wonder if returning was the best idea; he'd forgotten how to live in the real world, have real conversations with real people. For the past five years, everything had been focused on training and fighting, whether it be acquiescing to the League's wishes to remove unsavoury targets, or covertly battling the League from the inside. Now that he thought about it, he was just exhausted by the charade.<br/>He reached up and pulled back his hood, then lowered his scarf. He shared some vague similarities with Bruce, but he was by no means his double. Dark hair, currently worn long and loose, and piercing eyes, though they were green where his Fathers' were blue. His angular features definitely came from his Mother, and a life spent lurking in darkness and shadows had given him something of a pallid complexion. No doubt a sudden thrust into the public eye, as was bound to happen now, would alter that.<br/>"Look, I can't answer your questions," he said to Selina solemnly. "Nothing of what you're saying makes any sense. Let's just wait for Bruce... for <em>Father</em> and Alfred? Help yourself to whatever junk food you want, I'm sure they can afford more."</span>