<div class="floatleft">(https://pinimg.icu/wall/0x0/damian-wayne-C2767b9d9656e0c42184e01ac6264e1e3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Wayne<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Face Mask (https://ph-test-11.slatic.net/p/6/elastic-windproof-soft-polyester-skull-half-face-mask-facemaskheadwear-for-motorcycle-atv-cycling-intl-6182-18999533-60df71a6a5ce434f6c6da67f5ee8b9b0-catalog.jpg_340x340q80.jpg_.webp)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 15th, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gotham Alleyways<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Amazed, bewildered, wary<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Raven<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Damian realized from the outset that he had made an error in his analysis of the situation. He had assumed Raven would bank on his presence to flee the scene but clearly that was not the case. Instead, much to his annoyance, she was standing her ground!<br/><br/><em>Huh, she's playing along...</em><br/><br/>Damian was taken aback. And not in a good way. He suppressed the urge to facepalm himself. A bead of sweat began to trickle down his neck down to his muscled back hardened by tension in the fibers.<br/><br/>Her acting was just downright ridiculous, making the former Boy Wonder ponder if she was intentionally making things harder for the both of them or if she was just out of it.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the gangsters seemed to have completely blocked her out, placing the entirety of their attention onto Damian.<br/><br/><em>That's good. It's just me and you guys. Forget the girl</em>he thought, the hand inside his pocket caressing the cold steel of his Kunai knife.<br/><br/><em>These guys may be scumbags but they are experienced scumbags</em>Damian realized as their leader deconstructed his leveraging of the Triads. With passive deescalation no longer an option, the young Wayne prepared to initiate violence, his eyes narrowing as he instantly visualized his method of assault.<em>If that girl ain't going to run then she better get ready for stains on her costume</em><br/><br/>Then, the whole situation got thrown upside down.<br/><br/><em>What the hell?</em>Damian instinctively leapt to the side as he witnessed Raven manifest energy from within herself.<br/><br/>It was not the time to sit and stare though as multiple assailants charged at Damian.<br/><br/>He pulled out his Kunai and as the first thug swung his weapon, a rather nasty-looking spiked baseball bat, downward, he threw the knife sideways into his exposed kneecap.<br/><br/>"AAAAARGH!" The man screamed as the tip of the black blade embedded itself within flesh and bone. Lunging forward, Damian jammed his elbow into the thug's neck as he fell then quickly pivoted to parry simultaneous strikes from 2 knife wielding attackers with fast sidekicks, his foot tapping away their wrists.<br/><br/>In the blink of an eye, a powerful force slammed his back into the grey brick wall behind him. Wincing, Damian found his feet lifted off the floor by arms the size of tree-trunks by a bear-sized black man whose eyes seemed...strange, clearly under the influence of drugs.<br/><br/>Spittle assailed his face as the big man gnashed his teeth together and tightened his grip, intending to crush the smaller Damian in a bear-hug. But, seconds later, the man's eyes widened as he felt his arms being steadily forced outward.<br/><br/>Impossi-!"<br/><br/>The eyes in his pudgy, dark face were rocked all over, his jaw becoming slack from a sharp knee thrust from below. Stumbling backward, his senses were too disoriented to help him avoid a following overhead haymaker, his heavy body collapsing on the spot in a resounding thud.<br/><br/>"I'm just stronger." Damian casually commented, walking over his fallen opponent while rolling his shoulder and adjoining arm.<br/><br/><em>I should be careful. These guys are displaying the common symptoms of drug addicts. If I'm not careful then I might kill them</em><br/><br/>The remaining 2 attackers he was facing seemed unfazed by the sight of their bigger friend falling so easily at the hands of their masked opponent. Eyes wild and skin pale, they lunged at Damian together, their blades slicing through the air in short arcs toward him.<br/><br/>Intercepting both their wrists before they had even finished their slashes, Damian tensed his forearms, applying such pressure that the men soon released their weapons, their throats raw from screaming. 1 straight punch for each man ensured their suffering ceased.<br/><br/>After ensuring their pulses were still there, Damian swiftly turned toward to Raven.<br/><br/>"Who are you..." he muttered as he walked up to her. He looked at her with a mixture of bewilderment and amazement. There was also a sense of wariness but that was a constant characteristic of his so it really didn't count.<br/><br/><em>Looks like she ain't just some weird whore...heh, upon closer inspection she is a bit too beautiful for that.</em>Rubbing his neck, Damian began to speculate,<em>In retrospect, her social idiocy and her unconventional attire...taking into account the specific part of town we are in...and acknowledging the existence of mystical phenomena in the world, could it be plausible to assume I am in the company of a supernatural entity? Hm, probably going to have to contact father for this one...</em><br/><br/>Damian initiated an electromagnetic signal from a tiny transponder hidden in his hoodie.<em>Father or Alfred will have received my call. But, for the time being, it'll be my responsibility to deal with 'her'</em><br/><br/>Placing a gentle hand on Raven's shoulder, Damian said, "Be sure to not kill them...please."