<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>12:24 PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>JL's Secret Sanctuary, Rhode Island<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Amused<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gloved hands caressing the smooth, black curves of the steering wheel, Damian relished in the experience the latest Bugatti Veyron model afford him on the road. Though nowhere near as fast as the Flash nor possessing the durability of the Batmobile, this was still a pretty nice ride. Modified from the commercial version, Damian had ensured everything about his ride was combat-ready. Bulletproof glass, dispensers for road obstacles such as spikes and even an inbuilt AI system. This was his baby.<br/><br/>He was headed for an event. A big one. The founding members of the Justice League were awaiting him in their Secret Sanctuary facility for a new initiative. A new superteam.<br/><br/>Damian had mixed feelings regarding the team. He admittedly had doubts toward particular members. But, as the others in the Bat-family had continually asserted, this was an opportunity not to be missed. He was leaving his comfort zone after all though calling Gotham a comfort zone may be pushing it. Yet, he was very much comfortable in Gotham, at least during the day. Work was easy in Wayne Enterprises and his responsibilities within Wayne Entertainment and Retail meant he got to meet the most beautiful of ladies.<br/><br/>He smiled. He had had good times. Many good times. Perhaps, Barbara was right. Maybe, he needed this. Maybe.<br/><br/>The land here was off-limits to the public. Bruce had literally bought everything up to the very speckles of dirt on the ground. Damian recalled attempting to hack into the security systems of the Sanctuary the night before. The results were...Damian preferred to describe it as penetration testing. An examination of the security systems. And his attempts had been repulsed in a satisfactory manner.<br/><br/>Entering the facility's entrance, his 2 phones, one for work and one for 'fun', bobbing up and down from the deceleration of his vehicle, Damian had seen a red-caped figure arrive before him. He recalled the personnel files he'd read of his would-be teammates. There were quite a few Supermen. More than enough to make him uncomfortable. That discomfort had been extinguished after constructing a few plans.<br/><br/>His helmet lined with lead and a minute shard of green locked securely within his belt, Damian or Redbird as his new self-styled moniker was, hopped out of his car and pulled out a grappling gun from which he used to traverse the distance from the indoor carpark to the meeting room.<br/><br/>Walking into the meeting room, he greeted those gathered, "Greetings, everyone." He acknowledged Batman with a nod, "Father."<br/><br/>He debated whether to take his helmet off or not. Since it was lined with lead, beings such as Superman would be unable to see through his helmet. Noting that Batman's mask was also lined with lead and his father was not taking it off despite the casualness of this gathering, Damian decided to keep his helmet on.<br/><br/>Seeing that many others had yet to arrive, Damian noticed the assortment of sweets and beverages set out on the side. Adhering to a spartan diet, he knew there was no chance he'd be even taking a bite from one of the treats. Turning away from them, knowing it was most likely Flash who'd set the treats up, Damian saw the red-caped figure he'd spotted earlier.<em>Ah, so that had been her.</em><br/><br/>Approaching Supergirl, he greeted her, his natural voice smooth and articulate with only a hint of depth reminiscent of his father, "Kara Zor El. Cousin of the Man of Steel. 'Supergirl'. I've always wanted to meet you." Though she didn't look imposing in the slightest, Damian was most definitely not fooled by initial appearances. Her exploits had been documented in the Batcomputer for him to read. If anything, despite the cordial nature of his mannerism, Damian was rather wary of her though he ensured his physiological functions did not express that, just in case she decided to nonchalantly check out his heart rate and whatnot.