<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>Apologizing<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He didn't really understand why the others were reacting so aggressively. It perturbed him deeply and he raised an eyebrow, biting his tongue, as the others made threats toward him. Even if they were empty, or at least he perceived them to be empty, there was an undoubtable veneer of meaning to them that he recognized yet struggled to decipher. Like a lost boy, he glanced at his father for guidance but there was none to be had from the Batman. It seemed he was to deal with this predicament alone.<br/><br/>Damian furrowed his brows, perspiration beginning to drip down his neck. He hypothesized a thousand times and over, wondering what exactly was the cause for their reactions, an incident he had not planned for at all. An easy solution would be to place the blame on the intricacies of human interaction but a part of him spurred him to actually try to understand the strangers he'd angered.<br/><br/>Standing there, alone, looking very much like a deer caught in the headlights, Damian pursed his lips together. They felt dry despite him having had a drink mere minutes ago. He'd already figured the dilemma had something to do with labeling his future teammates as 'chess pieces', as if they were more tools than people in his self-concocted plan. Yet, it would've been a lie if he was to say he empathized with the feelings they were expressing. The anger, the disappointment, the shock. At what? Being dehumanized? Were people not dehumanized all the time?<br/><br/>Putting him in their shoes definitely did not work. He found himself a very beautiful and excellent piece of work, after all.<br/><br/>Giving up on relating to them, an endeavor he found more daunting than scaling Everest, he mustered his strength and walked toward the group despite having been publicly ostracized by pretty much everyone seconds ago. He felt a twinge of pain within his chest as he approached them, preparing to deliver an apology concocted by the elements of his own emotion but not the whole pieces.<br/><br/>He was an actor of himself.<br/><br/><strong>"Guys, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean those words. I was insensitive and there is no excuse. I'll make sure it won't happen again."</strong>He bowed.<strong>"You guys are my partners and likewise, I yours. Please, forgive me."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He expressed his agreement with Mari's proposal that Kryptonite is brought with them to the mission with a nod but glanced at the others. Would they appreciate him speaking any further or did the social situation call for further silence from him?<br/><br/>Unsure of whether it was right for him to speak or not, he simply nodded and waited until Kara finished. He allowed the possibility of another who possessed Kryptonite to speak. The alien mineral, not of this world, was not only deadly to Kryptonians but, given sufficient exposure, also harmful to humans as well.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll take care of the Kryptonite."</strong>Realizing he was looking down, he tilted his head up.<strong>"And the closed lead container."</strong>