<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>Wary, Intrigued<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lor Zod, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>And there's the other Kryptonian.</em>Damian's eyes merely glanced at Lor Zod but the image of the burly dude remained within his mind. His personnel file was one of the vague ones. And that was most certainly not okay. Despite his positive presentation thus far, Damian had actually conducted a psychological profiling of Supergirl. He did not find much of a threat in her, at least for the moment. Her persona caused him to speculate on the effect future psychological trauma would have on her. He wondered what she would be like then.<br/><br/>The discrepancy between Clark Kent's mannerism toward the young Zod and to Raven was duly noted by Damian. He could explore the possibilities pertaining to the matter but that wasn't his job. His job, self-imposed of course, was to collect information that he could use.<br/><br/>Then there was the case of Raven. Damian found her to be an anomaly and had been intrigued by her since their coincidental encounter almost a week ago. Information on her was scarce and for some reason or another, Bruce was restrained in revealing what he knew about Raven. That had annoyed Damian to a great extent. It was also admittedly hypocritical since Damian also withheld certain information from his father. Namely, intel concerning the Assassins. Concerning mother.<br/><br/>Rousing himself out of it, Damian excused himself from Supergirl and wandered over to the table where he poured himself a cup of water. He pondered about the Kryptonians as he downed the cup. There was a tenseness between the Supermen and Zod. Particularly from Kara. That bothered Damian greatly. It was a problem he imposed upon himself to take care of. Amongst many other things. All for the sake of perfecting this motley crew into a true superteam befitting someone like him.<em>A team befitting ME</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>A desire had developed within him to go speak to Raven. She was a person of interest to Damian and not just because of superficial aspects though they certainly played a part. But Damian forcibly suppressed such an irrational urge and steeled himself for an encounter that he was also interested in but not as much so. He could always speak to whoever he wanted later. But at that moment, he wanted to make sure the elephant in the room was not ostracized from a team he'd be risking his life alongside.<br/><br/>Just from initial expressions, he had constructed an idea of what Lor Zod was like, mostly based on mannerism and appearance with supporting information from Zod's personnel file in the Batcave's database, at least the information available within the database of Batfamily and not Batman's personal, ultra-secret database. He had attempted to hack into Batman's private database before. That had been...a learning experience.<br/><br/>Finishing his drink, his lips soft and hydrated, Damian walked across the room to Lor Zod. Damian observed the physically terrifying physique of the young male Kryptonian.<em>This dude's pretty big. But I've met humans who are bigger. And who've tried to rip me in half</em><br/><br/>Damian was quite a tall young man, standing 6 foot and 1 inch. Yet, it was he who was forced to look up the young Zod, even with a bit of distance between them the Kryptonian towered above him. Instead of feeling small, Damian wondered what the big guy thought of him. He smiled.<br/><br/><strong>"How you doing? I'm Damian Wayne. Or should I say Damian Wayne has arrived? I know not of Kryptonian customs, unfortunately, though I'd love to learn."</strong>Damian gauged the expression on Zod's face.<em>This ma-, no, alien had been a soldier who had participated in the devastation of Metropolis. Does Geneva even apply to an alien?</em>Even with the green crystal within his belt, Damian doubted he could pull it out fast enough if this guy attacked him from this distance. Or even from across the room. His smile curved wider at the thought of being so close to such a dangerous individual. Damian chose right then and there to pose a question he had wanted to ask Lor Zod after reading his file,<strong>"You know, I've always wondered...why were you loosed from Blackgate?"</strong>