<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>Late Noon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>JL's Secret Sanctuary, Rhode Island<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Taking the lead<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Stepping up next to Batman, Damian said,<strong>"Thank you, Father. I'll take it from here.</strong><br/><br/>Fingers dancing across a touchscreen within his suit's forearm, the monitor in front of the team switched to a graphical board displaying a collage of photos with arrows linking each one to another, forming an intricate web of source material that all converged to a photo of an unassuming white, 3-storey office building. Retrieving a small, black laser pointer from his utility belt, he highlighted the image, circling a series of words under it.<br/><br/><strong>Fort Avenue, Washington D.C.</strong><br/><br/>Allowing a moment for the information to register, he addressed those assembled, his formerly jovial tone having turned dead-serious,<strong>"This is the front of the building. On council documents, it is officially called 'Cadmus', a private transportation company with links to a subsidiary under LexCorp. At first glance, everything looks normal and we would otherwise not have a reason to suspect otherwise. That was until I discovered this...</strong><br/><br/>The screen flicked to 2 line graphs, both composed of orange and red shading. An array of integers lined the horizontal and vertical axis of each. The one on the left was consistently low while the one on the right experienced sharp inclines dating recent months earlier.<br/><br/><strong>"The left chart is the seismic activity chart for a local region approximately 10km away. And the one beside it is the chart for this facility's region."</strong>He chuckled.<strong>"Strange, isn't it? The seismic station attributed the inclines to regulated underground drill testing by Ram Incorporate, a drilling industry. I would've overlooked this if it hadn't been the fact that this is the same subsidiary company of LexCorp liked to Cadmus. Tracing the registration numbers of their test drills, I saw that Ram Inc's supposed vehicles were located within Cadmus's warehouse. And, for the past year, not a single one of them have left that warehouse."</strong><br/><br/>Another image came up, this time depicting what looked like the outlines of heavy trucks but draped in thick, brown coverings.<br/><br/><strong>"I arranged a representative from Wayne Transport to visit Cadmus and seek private space for our own vehicles. Turns out parking space ain't something Cadmus offers at all. This photo was taken by the same representative who I arranged to do a little corporate espionage for Wayne Enterprise. Those are Ram Inc's trucks and they are gathering dust right now in that warehouse."</strong><br/><br/>Flicking through a few more photos of the inside of the Cadmus offices, all of them that of the atypical, modern office space, Damian shrugged,<strong>"So, we triangulated the flight of the aircraft the unknown meta was in to this place yet there obviously is no definitive evidence that anything more than forgotten drilling vehicles reside here. Hmm, at first, I wondered if there was a mistake with the JL's spy satellites. But, if I've learnt anything while doing detective in Gotham, it's that there are no coincidences in this business..."</strong><br/><br/>A photo of a complex installation document belonging to a random company popped up. Damian elaborated for the team,<strong>"Now, strange thing number 2 is that upon my first attempt at hacking into Cadmus's computer systems, I was blocked. And not by any simple, commercial cyber-security software but by an unknown cyberwall that can be traced nowhere else. I wondered why a simple transportation company would develop their own security suite in-house so I chose to focus my efforts not on their general systems but the security software that blocked my initial attack."</strong>Puffing up his chest, he grinned.<strong>"Heh, and I, Damian Wayne, successfully hacked their own security system and from there, spread my malware's tendril's into the rest of their systems. Thanks to my efforts, I came across this external document within their own database from a company that specializes in the installation of elevators,"</strong>Pinpointing a mass of numbers on the document shown, Damian continued,<strong>"For those not familiar with human terminology, allow me to explain. These specifications detail the installation of a high-speed, long-distance lift. As Batman said, this thing goes not only accesses all 3 floors of the Cadmus offices, it also extends further underground. Multiple levels down, in fact. Hm, actually, if I was to do the math again right now...uh....times that...it's very much possible that this extends a dozen floors under-fucking-ground."</strong><br/><br/>He looked at the faces of the ones he was speaking to, gauging their understanding of his presentation. There was doubt regarding Supergirl's and Aqualad's understanding of what he was saying since they weren't exactly from the human world but he was confident that the literacy levels of the others were adequate enough for them to process everything he had presented thus far.<br/><br/><em>Honestly, it doesn't really matter if they either get it 100% or not. All they have to do is listen to my orders during the mission and it'll be all fine...ugh, I hope I'll be smart enough to account for all possible variables this time...</em><br/><br/>The monitor flicked to the next slide but instead of the previous collection of images, it played a video (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309523.msg15053065#msg15053065). The quality was crisp as can be though it had only just begun. It depicted a POV perspective from eye-level. Branches and trees made up the surroundings and an upward glance from the person whose view it was showing made it clear this was recorded when the skies were pitch-black with the occasional twinkle of balls of fire burning faraway.<br/><br/>Damian explained,<strong>"This is the whole video of the mission where I encountered the specified meta-being Batman described, filmed through the lenses of my mask. I was operating solo and I originally planned to only steal information from this place. It's a private dock in Seattle belonging to the notorious criminal organization, Intergang."</strong>The young Wayne brought up an empty chair, previously sat on by one of the JL heroes, and sat on it, crossing his legs.<strong>"You guys enjoy the film. If you feel the need to praise anything I do in there then...please do so. Heh."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>When the recording had concluded, Damian got up off his ass and resumed his position front-stage.<br/><br/><strong>"I know Batman has speculated that the meta-being I most pleasantly encountered, we'll call him '13' for the time being, is under some sort of control by his unknown handlers."</strong>Nodding at Batman, Damian said,<strong>"With all due respect to Father, I honestly don't have any concrete information regarding 13 and his background. He could be a supersoldier for the CIA. He could be some kind of battle android...hell, we don't even know if 13 is actually a 'guy'!"</strong><br/><br/>Glancing at the screen, the last image that of his own blood splattered onto his plane's piloting system as he turned it off, Damian took a breath then said,<strong>"Look. There might be more than 1 '13'. And there is a good chance 13 is currently not being held within the specified facility. Who fucking knows. If he is there, we'll try to take him. By force if necessary. But if not, I want this to be a purely investigative mission. The primary objective will be to <span class="bbc_u">gather intelligence</span>. Whatever is in there, I want to KNOW about it and not smash it to dust."</strong>He gave a thumbsup, smirking at the others.<strong>"Y'all pretty much are going to be my bodyguards. Make sure I get inside this place, take care of any possible tangoes, and watch my back as I steal pretty much anything I can get my pretty hands on. And you 3..."</strong><br/><br/>Damian gestured at Supergirl, Stargirl and Aqualad,<strong>"You 3 are the chess pieces I'll use if we encounter 13 or someone like 'him'. You've all seen how strong 13 was...heh, but don't fret, even if you 3 fail, I have a plan. And if that plan fails, I'll have another plan behind that."</strong>His lips tightened.<strong>"But, let's be real, I'm really depending on just you 3 if we meet a monster in there. As for Vixen and Lightning, I plan on using both you as essential utilities during the infiltration mission itself. Vixen will prove useful in bypassing physical security measures and tracking down things I want tracked down. And Lightning's role is kinda obvious. Meanwhile, I'll take care of the infiltration myself, no need to worry about that. And also, I guess I should let all of you know..."</strong>His eyes narrowed and he glared at the team in front of him, a stark contrast to his previously courteous mannerism during their initial meetings with each other.<strong>"Don't. Fail. Me."</strong><br/><br/>His face returning to a gentler expression as quickly as it had indiscriminately glared at his fellow heroes, Damian said,<strong>"We've only just met so the mission will take place on the 25th of August. We'll takeoff in my Birdplane in 1830 and we should reach DC in 1900. We'll have 4 days to get familiar with each other and prepare for the mission ahead of us. More specific orders will be given to each of you by me on the day. So..."</strong><br/><br/>With a wide smile, Damian asked the team,<strong>"Any questions?"</strong>