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“Oh god! Damien? Has anyone seen a small boy?” Bruce was holding up a photo of him and his son. Bruce had no idea where he was and if his family made it here. There was this nervous energy that surrounded Bruce, he wanted nothing more then to be home and back in Gotham.
“you can lower your voice now, father. i’m perfectly fine.” he pushed the hand away, eyes rolling at the sight of the picture. “at least it appears we are stuck together in this situation. i have yet to figure out the reason as to why we were brought here, but it will not avoid me for long. nothing ever does.”














