<div class="floatleft">(https://pinimg.icu/wall/0x0/damian-wayne-C2767b9d9656e0c42184e01ac6264e1e3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Wayne<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Redbird Super Suit (https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/2fc4b45e-25de-43b5-9afa-f9942411ee1c/dcsl3w0-45d70c34-3ca9-4cce-b7e9-6b0d5755b973.jpg/v1/fill/w_852,h_938,q_70,strp/darkhawk_urban_hunt_by_karolding_dcsl3w0-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTQwOCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzJmYzRiNDVlLTI1ZGUtNDNiNS05YWZhLWY5OTQyNDExZWUxY1wvZGNzbDN3MC00NWQ3MGMzNC0zY2E5LTRjY2UtYjdlOS02YjBkNTc1NWI5NzMuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyODAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.WxNaQtqxiRJwkEgQg1ugOyCIyGoxrjaX31XG7miZnPg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 21st, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Noon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>JL's Secret Sanctuary, Rhode Island<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Having fun<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Raquel, Raven (Mentioning - Lor Zod, Augustus, Kara)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Sure."</strong><br/><br/>Damian's eyes briefly narrowed as he watched Lor Zod walk away from him. There was no doubt in his mind about the type of person the young Zod was.<br/><br/><em>Yep, he's one of those stuckup foreigners</em>Damian thought.<br/><br/>The Kryptonian's lack of social understanding was blatantly clear to Damian and Zod seemed to be under the illusion that asking and answering a question was a transaction that warranted some kind of debt. Damian folded his arm. And prevented his cheek muscles from moving, subsequently suppressing a laugh from erupting. There was no way Zod would be getting that 'recompense' he'd be expecting from Damian. But, on the other hand, the Boy Wonder was pleased that he had gotten the information he'd wanted out of Lor Zod.<br/><br/><em>Amanda Waller, eh? That woman and the freakshow she is running out from Blackgate...she's a mad bitch alright. A mad and smart bitch</em><br/><br/>Another thing Lor Zod had given him was the psychological profile of himself that Damian had been seeking from conversing with him. His contigency plans for this superteam were mainly based on the Kryptonians after all. And, from his interactions with Kara and Lor, he'd derived the information he'd needed.<br/><br/><em>So, one blonde foreign cutie and an exceptionally disillusioned, dumb gorilla.</em>Damian smirked.<em>The Kryptonians on this team...won't be getting in my way anytime soon.</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Good to see you again, Raven."</strong>Damian released an arm from Racquel's waist and extended it in a welcoming gesture to the pale sorceress.<strong>"You look just as fine as you did in our first encounter...heh, of course I'd rather have you stay with us."</strong><br/><br/>He'd been about to give her a kiss on the cheek until he realized she was not exactly from mainstream human society. Plus, her posture and attitude indicated a definite case of social restraint. His arm returning to his side, Damian cheerfully introduced Raven to Raquel,<strong>"Raven's only arrived in the Western world less than a week ago so she's a bit unfamiliar with the usual pleasantries. In fact, I happened to coincidentally encounter her during an undercover mission I was running. And if there's anything you should take away from meeting Miss Raven, it should be that she's a pretty strong woman."</strong><br/><br/>Gesturing to the petite Racquel, Damian continued in a flirtatious manner,<strong>"Raven, meet Racquel. Aka Rocket. She's a sexy superwoman as pure as snow on a mission to introduce some color into my life."</strong>Damian chuckled,<strong>"As soon as I fill her boyfriend application, of course. Which I'll be doing tonight. Preferably under her supervision...her close supervision."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Damian smiled politely and allowed Augustus to shake his hand though he didn't utter a single word to the black superhero. The only thought he had of the dude before refocusing on the ladies was:<br/><br/><em>What can this guy do again?</em><br/><br/>Something niggled in the back of his head, most likely the answer to his own query, but initial impressions of Icon for Damian were so incredibly weak that his usually vigilant mind allowed it to sink back into obscurity.