<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/VQ6LQ6p.png)</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/42/7a/f3/427af3fdab8bb18755206eebdda98b25.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Wayne | Robin<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Robin Costume<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 25, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>0310<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Inside Cadmus Offices<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Amused<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Spreading his cape, Damian glided down from the Darkwing, landing upon the ledge of a commercial building adjacent to the Cadmus Offices, crouching down in a perch reminiscent of Batman's perch upon the gargoyles of Gotham's skyscrapers. He was slightly annoyed that the others were still in planning mode but his expectations of the others when it came to stuff like this were admittedly low. Aqualad was the dumbest in the group, without a doubt. The Atlantean was not just a bad leader but he also possessed not even a shred of intelligence regarding technology. He shrugged. The team seemed to prioritize emotion over logic. It was amusing in the sense that the only reason this mission existed was because of him and his bothering to even pursue intel on who the fuck 13 was.<br/><br/>A disturbance in the currents around him caused him to jut his head upward. His eyes widened at the sight of the others following his lead in jumping off the Darkwing. Damian struggled to understand what was going on. Was Vixen not their leader? Or...<br/><br/>Soon, everyone was around him. He suppressed the urge to laugh aloud. It was apparent that there was some unconscious acknowledgment of Damian as a leader figure instead of Vixen. Why else would they literally ignore Vixen's desire to plan things out, something that should've been done before the mission, and choose to follow him here?<br/><br/>And as Damian expected, Vixen was mad. He felt like making a snarky remark about her attempts to play the leader of this motley crew.<br/><br/><strong>"Uh, hey guys, it pleases me to know that at the end of the day, it'll always be my lead that we're following but uh..."</strong><br/><br/>Not sure how to express his mix of both amusement and surprise at the unpredictable nature of the team he was assigned with, he rolled his eyes when Vixen began her rant. Her very emotional rant. Ignoring the dark-skinned heroine, Damian tapped the side of his mask, his lenses glowing opaque. His mask wasn't just for show. It was an advanced forensics examination device and was similar in function to the Man of Steel's X-ray ability. Surveying the Cadmus Offices, Damian's enhanced vision highlighted an array of security installations in place.<br/><br/>Finishing his field survey of the place, he didn't bother glancing at the others, particularly the emotional wreck that was Vixen, and said,<strong>"Lightning can only affect electrical appliances she touches. I don't think she can just walk up and disable dozens of premium-grade security cameras when, as you said, there's the motion sensors around. An EM wave can work but it'll alert Cadmus."</strong><br/><br/>Unaware of Vixen's current attitude toward him at the moment, and not caring about her 'professional' opinion, he continued,<strong>"There's a dozen cameras outside and multiple ground sensors. However, thankfully for you guys, I'm not just a simple 'tech' dude. I went first because, as I said, planning time's over for me. But it seems I was wrong about you guys sticking around to hear Vixen's plan..."</strong><br/><br/>Spreading his cape once more, Damian admitted,<strong>"Seriously though, she may be a bit emotional at the moment, but please listen to Vixen. Heh, the only other alternative is me."</strong><br/><br/>Assuming that the group probably hated him now, he stopped talking and put his own plan into motion.<br/><br/>Leaping off the ledge, Robin glided down to Cadmus's roof. There were multiple cameras there and definitely motion sensors hidden away beneath the surface. As he approached, Damian wrapped his cape around him and landed in freefall. And in an instant, a million phased-array optical hexagons within the composite fabric of his cape projected a 3-dimension holograph that would make it seem to whoever was monitoring the cameras that nothing had breached the premises for Damian had visually blended in with the surroundings.<br/><br/>He gritted his teeth, feeling the pressure and pain that came with performing an immediate standstill on the edge of the Cadmus rooftop. As Vixen had said, he was only a human.<br/><br/>The time he'd spent on the ledge hadn't just been for sight-seeing. Damian's bodysuit was composed of temperature sensors that compiled a heat map of the area. His suit and cape took in the information and by the power of molecule-sized infrared generators, Damian emitted an infrared emission that was completely identical to that of his surroundings. The motion sensors operated on irregularities on the infrared wavelength of their assigned environment but Damian's presence was camouflaged within that exact wavelength.<br/><br/>From there, it all depended on, as Aqualad had termed it, Robin working his magic. A lifetime of ninjutsu training combined with soft-soled boots granted him the expertise required to pad along the Cadmus Office's rooftop to the door leading into the building. Damian was able to relax his muscle fibers to the point that his dampened movement was akin to an animal's rather than the stomp of a human. Retrieving a multi-tool army knife, he deftly picked the lock of the door and crept inside.<br/><br/>The insides of the offices were dimly lit. Damian recalled that work schedule began at 7. They had about 4 hours to make something happened. Maybe less. His adaptive camouflage making him akin to that of a shadow, with only eyes like that of a Kryptonian able to make him out, Damian navigated his way through the building. He'd already memorized the blueprint days ago. As well as the names and faces of all known employees. And right then and there, there should only be 2 in the immediate vicinity.<br/><br/>Reaching the door of the security room, he saw that it was slightly ajar. The sound of a football match glared from a live television set. A plethora of cameras and panels indicating the status of individual sensors lay at the front of 2 burly blokes adorned in an official security uniform, white and black with a badge belonging to that of some private security company. The men were engrossed in the football game. So engrossed in fact, that it was only when one of them collapsed to the ground from a black-gloved hand smacking a pressure point in their neck did the other rouse up. Only to meet the same fate.<br/><br/>Tapping his earpiece, Damian said,<strong>"You guys can come in now."</strong>Looking at the security screens, he pulled out a small hard-drive and within seconds, caused each camera and motion sensor to come to an abrupt pause. He had accounted for a possible secondary security room and had stilled the security installations rather than shut them down. Looking down at the prone bodies of the security guards, he noticed something of value and bent down to pick it up.