<div class="floatleft">(http://www.digitaljournal.com/img/2/7/4/3/7/7/i/4/3/4/o/Michael_Blank.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Wayne<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black, woolen sweater and loose silk pants<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 22nd, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Late Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Damian's Penthouse Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A game this late?!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Megan, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>While all was silent outside, Damian was engrossed in a linear assortment of fresh paper under the warm glow of a table lamp. His multitude of monitors set to only turn on when relevant notifications had been triggered, he was making an effort to immerse himself in the selfhelp books Alfred had given him.<br/><br/>An abrupt knock on his door forced his attention away from the books he was reading, Damian hastily shuffled them under his bed before walking through his apartment to his front door. Turning on a TV screen above him, he saw that it was merely Miss Martian. Not recalling any prior invitation, he opened the door out of both courtesy and curiosity.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, Megan?"</strong>Noting that she was in costume, he wondered what was up. The young Wayne quickly narrowed down the possibilities after the Martian girl's exaggerated tone of voice. Busting out a characteristic smirk, he beckoned her with a nod,<strong>"Heh, I always have time for a lady. Please, come in."</strong><br/><br/>His room, as expected of the son of Batman, was dimly lit. Dark red accentuated the black and grey palette of Damian's private quarters. Multiple widescreen TVs were built into the upper corners of the rooms within the Sanctuary's penthouse. There were portraits hung up on the walls though they mostly depicted the stern-looking Wayne family with the occasional cheerful face of Dick or even Superman. If one were to enter, the first thing they would be beholden to would be the dining room. The main table was composed of onyx and marble with a transparent, glass tabletop with an Eastern dragon etched within it. A basket of colorful fruit lay beside a brown clay jug of water, the presence of a hulking fridge and many rows cupboards reaching inches away from the black ceiling indicating where all the food was hiding. Also in the dining room was the living room, albeit smaller than the sister function it shared the space with but nonetheless welcoming with a couch and several armchairs on either side of it forming a semi-circle around a television screen.<br/><br/>A short corridor to the right of the dining room/kitchen area led to several doors; a bathroom, a study, and a locked door whose blackness almost camouflaged it amongst the black coloring of the walls around it. At the end of the corridor lay a massive King-sized bed, adorned by crimson bedsheets, the innermost sheet that of luxurious silk while the outermost was of exotic wool.<br/><br/>Closing the door after her, Damian gestured to his couch,<strong>"Take a seat. I hope you're not thirsty because I pretty much only drink water. Sometimes milk. Soy milk."</strong>Sitting himself down, legs crossed, he said,<strong>"The beautiful Miss Martian alone with me at this hour...I need to know this ain't just a dream."</strong>His hand caressed a path around her waist.<strong>"Maybe I need...a bit more..."</strong>Damian leaned closer but his lips stopped just shy of her lips, his striking blue eyes looking at Megan, waiting...