<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/VQ6LQ6p.png)</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/42/7a/f3/427af3fdab8bb18755206eebdda98b25.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Wayne | Robin<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Robin Costume<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 25, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>0310<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Sanctuary Hangar<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Mission Go<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Despite her delegation of Aqualad as ship leader, Mari's unchallenged command of the situation was glaring. Damian suppressed a chuckle and with traces of amusement on his face, nodded obediently,<strong>"Roger that, milady."</strong>He might not be in the commander's seat but being the captain of the Darkwing had a nice ring to it. At least, that's what he thought and it satisfied his ego for the time being.<br/><br/>Seating himself on the pilot's chair, he caressed the arms on either side, feeling the smooth, black fabric. He was pleased. Black suited his style. Turning on the craft's systems and controls, he felt like busting a joke to Kara's comment about having been everywhere but a second thought made him decide against it. Perhaps it was not the time for a dose of Wayne-style sarcasm.<br/><br/>Listening to Aqualad play leader, Damian gave a thumbs up,<strong>"Roger that, sir."</strong>Imprinting the Atlantean's words into his mind in a manner similar to that of photographic memorization, he added in good nature,<strong>"It's a plane by the way."</strong>He suddenly raised an eyebrow when he realized the dude had said 'cloak'. Either Aqualad somehow hacked into the top-secret plans for the Darkwing or Atlantean stealth ships possessed similar tech and the underwater prince had assumed the same for human tech.<br/><br/>Damian simply scratched his nose and chose not to say anything about it. He was overthinking the trivial again.<br/><br/><strong>"Buckle up, ladies and gentlemen."</strong>He warned, not bothering to glance back at his passengers as he initiated the thrusters of the Darkwing, the stealth plane steadily navigating through the hangar until it faced the final stretch of indoor tarmac leading out to the pitch-black sky.<br/><br/>Glancing at his copilot, Stargirl, he said,<strong>"So you've noticed that it isn't completely manmade. But the controls should be familiar to you, I hope. Let me know if you have any issues."</strong>Facing forward, he announced,<strong>"Alright. Here we go then!"</strong><br/><br/>The Darkwing accelerated quickly from deep within the Sanctuary's hangar but the aircraft's ergonomics allowed the occupants comfort. In the blink of an eye, the sleek plane was in the sky, soaring up into the star-spangled darkness.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Damian glanced down at the Darkwing's sensors. He recognized the trove of real-time data the plane's computers were feeding to him. They were approaching the capital of the USA and up ahead was an intricate array of US Air Force defense systems. But the young Wayne was never a stickler for the rules.<br/><br/>He turned on the plane's stealth systems when it was exactly 50 miles away from the city, as ordered by his de facto Atlantean leader. Turning off lights, reducing speed and activating an invisible electromagnetic shield around the plane that acted as absorbents for the US military's radar pings, these were modern human stealth utilities. But, as mentioned before, the plane wasn't fully manmade.<br/><br/>Though the occupants of the ship would not see it, being inside and all, the Darkwing became visually transparent, blending in with the sky it was soaring in. The controls for such a feature were also alien, composed of a strange language and symbols within the captain's piloting panel.<br/><br/><strong>"Martian cloaking tech. Dear Megan was kind enough to teach me how to use it."</strong>He commented to Stargirl and anyone that cared about what he was doing in the pilot's seat. He raised his volume a bit.<strong>"The cloak is activated, Aqualad."</strong><br/><br/>Soon the Darkwing was within DC's airspace. Damian guided the plane to their target location and within a matter of minutes, they were hovering hundreds of meters above the official Cadmus Offices. The main, 3-storey office building was there and the warehouse behind it, a fence cordoning off the perimeter except for the front of the offices. It was a quiet street, near the bustling CBD but far enough that the immediate neighborhood was mostly filled with storage facilities and the occasional car insurance repair garages.<br/><br/>Turning on auto-pilot, Damian swiveled his chair to face Aqualad and spoke in a diplomatic manner,<strong>"I recommend we do NOT perform an active scan of the facility. As Batman said, it could alert whoever is inside to our presence, maybe not our exact position but our presence regardless. I'd advise all of us right now to use the blueprint we already have of the civilian offices, the one shown by Mari, to navigate our way into the supposed underground facility of Cadmus."</strong><br/><br/>Looking at the others then back to Aqualad, he concluded,<strong>"Don't mean to be rude like last time. That is just what I'd do. If you and the team still want to do those 2 passes over the place and get extra blueprints from an active scan, I'd be more than happy to oblige."</strong>