<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>0215<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Sanctuary Hangar<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Mission Go<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was dark outside but it was even darker within Damian's room. Panels within the walls suppressed the output of sound waves from within, creating a cordoned off room comparable to the Fortress of Solitude but with the aesthetic of the Batcave. Its occupant didn't exactly entertain light. Even when moving around inside, a person attempting to spy from under the bottom of the front-door would only make out the dimmest of rays.<br/><br/>Many hours had passed since he collapsed into slumber when something finally stirred. His eyes were slow to open but when they did, he knew from the clarity of his mind that he'd gotten the hours he'd been aiming for. Damian prepared himself in the dark, nigh-nocturnal but not fully for the bathroom light still had to be lit.<br/><br/>Emerging from his penthouse at the summit of the Sanctuary's mountain-dwelling, he was admittedly a tad surprised to notice the presence of individuals already in the hangar. Not that it was a case of underestimation of his peer's capabilities but rather just how many of them were already there. Of course, he attributed their presence to the unfair advantage of super speed. Cheat powers basically.<br/><br/>Approaching those gathered in the hangar, Damian felt strangely comfortable in his signature costume. He'd opted for the suit for he had experienced a feeling, albeit a unique one, that a reunion with Thirteen was more of a possibility than the myriad of other possibilities he'd planned for. This Robin suit was the most recent iteration of its kind, Damian's original costumes having distinct green themes alongside the yellow, black and red. Tight and hugging his body, outlining his physique but not too much, it wasn't Damian's most durable suit but it was his most recognizable.<br/><br/><strong>"Looks like I'm the last one."</strong>He joined the others at the Darkwing.<br/><br/>He stepped up the ramp into the plane. Surveying the array of tech around him, both the utilities and the material, he allowed himself a smirk. Though it was not of his usual arrogance but rather self-knowledge that this plane was a hybrid of human and alien technology, at least as much alien tech the Batfamily was capable of incorporating into a plane ergonomic enough for homo-sapien inhabitance. Damian didn't exactly desire the concept of favourites but if he really had to choose, the Darkwing would be it.<br/><br/>Everyone seemed ready. And the clock had already begun ticking. Pressing a button that subsequently caused the plane's ramp to close up, Damian was eager and it showed,<strong>"Call me Robin for this one. If we meet Thirteen, he'll only know me as Robin."</strong><br/><br/>He walked up and had been about to seat himself on the Commander's chair but stopped himself. If he had even been a minute sleep deprived, he would've otherwise committed. There were 4 chairs at the front (Commander, Pilot, Copilot and Navigator), each one serving a purpose, and further chairs behind. And there were 5 of them so one would have to sit just behind the Commander. He mentally scratched his head. They hadn't sorted out seating arrangements had they?<br/><br/>Damian was tempted to just sit down without question nor hesitation but he'd done his homework since the unintended slight he'd caused in the first team meeting. Acknowledging the aura of authority a couple of the girls were exuding, he shrugged and said,<strong>"I can sit whereever."</strong>Unable to help himself, he hadn't changed THAT much in 5 days, he added,<strong>"Preferably the front."</strong>