<div class="floatleft">(https://media.harpersbazaar.com.sg/2018/05/Lewis-Tan-08.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>Noon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>JL's Secret Sanctuary, Rhode Island<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Left his bag in the fucking car<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Noone and everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Despite having been engaged in conversation with other prospective teammates, Damian allowed a polite smile to Brion as the young prince addressed him. He knew Geoforce was competent though what Damian really respected was how driven he was. Likewise, he kept that same polite smile on for a certain Miss Bertinelli who arrived alongside the Markovian.<br/><br/>It amused him to see how blatantly obvious her thoughts about him were whereas he was able to maintain the air of pleasantry he'd afforded to everyone else he'd met thus far.<br/><br/><em>Heh, that hag is as vulgar as ever. I'm surprised she even has the capacity to acknowledge me</em>he thought, turning away and resisting the temptation to bust out a smug face.<br/><br/>Time spent on pleasantries would abruptly come to an end however as Vixen and a tattooed magic man whose name Damian was forced to recall from his memory of the personnel files.<em>Ah, so that is Zachary Zatara.</em>Damian paid close attention to Batman's words and a bit less to the rest of the JLA. Giovanni's public and emotional apology was noted in particular.<br/><br/>As the seconds ticked by, Damian's eyes wandered around the room, observing everyone present. Supergirl was displaying obvious signs of discomfort.<em>Something's bothering her. Hmm, it's either Lor Zod or...Lor Zod</em>He easily concluded, knowing enough of both Kryptonian's backgrounds from classified JLA dossiers that he had most definitely not hacked into to obtain. No, in fact, the culprit was actually Tim while Damian had simply been watching the smartest of the Robins doing what he did best.<br/><br/>The sudden outburst of laughter from Huntress naturally caught his attention though he soon found himself wishing he had the superpower of ignoring JUST that woman.<em>Uh, no one gives a shit Helena.</em>He felt an urge to roll his eyes but with the godlike sensory abilities of some in the room, he did not act on the urge even though he seriously doubted the analytical ability of the other teen heroes around him.<br/><br/><em>No one's going to leave. At least not yet. Everyone, even the cynical ones, will be intrigued enough to at least experience what this is all about.</em>He began predicting what the JL was going to have them do next as the allocated time trickled away.<em>Probably have us settle into the Sanctuary...</em>His soft smile suddenly became tight.<em>Shit, my bag's in the Bugatti.</em><br/><br/>Approaching Batman, Damian said,<strong>"There's no need to wait out the full 2 minutes. This initiative is an opportunity no one, at least those that are present with me in this room, is going to miss out on.</strong>He nodded at the JL members,<strong>"The big dogs turning up themselves certainly helped make up minds. So, let's not waste time and move on...please."</strong>